03-06-2016, 09:05 AM
Thought I'd post this for nostalgia. I had a lot of fun reading it. Posted alternately by me (Super Buu) and Chubb's Ander/Bardock.
(Super Buu)
Super’s body pulsed in anticipation as his aura burst from his skin, and he leapt into the air. His leader, Seventeen, had advised all of the groups to stay low, but that just wasn’t Buu’s style. What was the point of fighting if you couldn’t have fun? Besides, crawling along the ground was for weaklings.
As he soared over the city limits, it suddenly occurred to the majin that he should probably prepare himself. Propelling himself to an abrupt stop, he began poking around in his stomach. A small lump traveled down the length of his arm before popping out in his open hand, covered in pink goo. As the puttalin melted back into his body, a scouter began visible, its red screen dirty with weeks of disuse. Buu scrubbed the visor with a rubbery thumb to clean it, and then, satisfied, fixed the device to his left ear. As his finger pressed the giant red button on the side of the device, numbers immediately began whizzing about the screen ? some distant, some alarmingly close.
“Looks like this’ll be fun,” he rumbled, smirking as he measured up the powerlevels he’d soon be facing. Clenching his fists, he began to emit a steady amount of ki, a pink flame blazing into life around him. “Come and fight me!” he bellowed, throwing caution to the wind. “I don’t care how many of you there are — you’ll never defeat the great and mighty Majin Buu!”
With that, he rocketed forward, his trailing purple cloak making him look like some kind of shirtless superhero. All around, skirmishes between saiyans and changelings were breaking out, but Buu, nothing but a pink blur in the sky, was able to bypass most of it. Suddenly his scouter started to beep, a warning message popped up; CAUTION — APPROACHING HIGH POWERLEVELS. He grinned as he saw what the device had been referring to. Right in front of him, a battalion of changelings were closing in on a smaller, but still impressive number of saiyans, who had sought refuge in and around a run-down bunker.
As he looked down upon the fight, Buu began to chuckle. It was time to get their attention. Rearing his head back and puffing his chest out, he drew in a massive amount of air ? and then unleashed it in a deafening scream. The air rippled as, down on the ground, changelings and saiyans alike began to clap their hands to their ears. It was only after a few seconds that the sound died out, leaving Buu to clutch his throat hoarsely. As he gasped for air, he grinned — he’d gotten their attention alright. He raised his voice up for one more announcement, voice amplified beyond normal means; “saiyans! Fear no more, for Buu is here!”
“Who does that pink prick think he is?” grimaced one of the changeling lieutenants on the ground, trying to shake the ringing from his ears to no avail. A dry chuckle from behind only served to fortify his displeasure. As he turned to reprimand the sass-giving culprit, he froze in shock. “Ah… Captain Bardock…”
The bandanna-wearing saiyan looked up at the sky, eyes gleaming eagerly. “Leave this one to me, Winters. You take control of the ground troops.”
“Yes sir!” barked the Changeling, standing to salute as his captain leapt into the sky. Smirking, he wondered for a second why his captain had bothered to put him in command. Unless that cape-wearing psycho was King Vegeta in disguise, he wouldn’t last ten seconds.
Hovering up in the air, Super Buu waved at one of the saiyan troops, who was approaching from below at a rather slick speed. ?Greetings sold-URGH!? A fist connected with his puttalin-imitated jawbone, sending him spinning backwards into the side of a building. He held a hand to his chin, which felt like it had been knocked out of place, and growled. Face a look of anger and confusion, he turned to look at the blockhead who’d punched him. A trademark saiyan, sporting the ever-popular ‘spiky black hair’ look, albeit mixed up somewhat with a red bandanna. But regardless of how generic the man’s appearance was, the readings on Buu’s scouter indicated his power level to be approximately 2.2 million — higher than his own. “Hey moron!” yelled the rubbery being, fists clenched, “I’m on your side!”
“So you say,” responded the insolent trooper, aura bursting into life.
As the black-haired warrior shot forward, readying another punch, Buu rolled sideways, avoiding what would otherwise have been a future headache. The saiyan’s fist smashed through the building his target had been up against, eliciting pieces of brick to crumble and shower down upon his forearm. Hastily he withdrew, and turned to see his enemy floating in the air, arms crossed.
“I don’t take kindly to traitors,” murmured the pink amalgamation of putty and DNA. He grinned, and suddenly opened his mouth.
Bardock was no slouch, but he certainly hadn’t been expecting an attack whilst his opponent’s arms were crossed. The beam of energy slammed into him, forcing him through the brick wall and into the abandoned skyscraper. With a groan he stood up, sneezing from the bits of plaster which had dislodged following his impact. In the gap he had come through, he saw the rubbery monster stroking its chin.
“Haven’t I seen you before?”
“That’s right,” grinned the saiyan brawler, wiping a speck of blood from his mouth. “Your group and mine clashed in Dante’s Abyss. You shot a hole through Hasky’s back.”
Buu frowned. “If this is about me killing your friend, then it was just a competition. She killed one of my friends, it was fair game.”
To the pink monster’s surprise, Bardock just chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t kill her. She survived that little sneak attack. I killed her, later on.”
“What!? The majin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why!?”
The saiyan shrugged. “She was weak, injured. You did the hard part, I just finished her off.”
“Killing your allies… and now you’re helping the changelings?” Buu spat. “I’ve had enough.” Hand reaching over his shoulder, he drew, from seemingly nowhere, a gleaming double-edged sword. The hole in his back contracted, sealing itself up as if it had never been there at all. Pointing the blade at Bardock, he growled; “you’re a disgrace to your race.”
“And what would you know about being a saiyan?” Bardock spat. “You think it’s all about honour, and goodness?” He sneered mockingly. “It’s about survival.”
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(Bardock)
Bardock growled as he locked hands with Super Buu, both trying to gain the upper hand in a twisted game of ‘mercy.’ He didn’t bother to look down as the ground met the back of his skull with a resounding CRASH. The force of the impact sent the saiyan into recoil, and he loosened his grip. The pink puttalin warrior took advantage of this by interlacing his fingers into one giant fist, bringing it above his head, and then plunging it down squarely on Bar’s sternum. A pained breath of air was forcibly sucked from the saiya-jin’s lungs, accompanied by flecks of blood and saliva that landed on the majin’s face.
The black-haired brawler was forced to recover quickly from the jarring blow, and he thrust his hands towards Buu’s chest, charging energy. With a hastily constructed blast, Bardock was able to force his opponent away, sending the putty fighter backwards. Both were on their feet almost instantly.
“I’m not going anywhere this time?” Bardock sneered. “Do you remember? You got lucky when Gohan showed up.”
“Didn’t I kill Gohan?” Buu scoffed, feigning uncertainty.
“You’re right—you did—” Bar answered with a hint of anger. Then a malevolent grin spread across his lips. “But then again—you were also the one running away with your tail between your legs. That worthless android and that little pink disgrace, all being towed by that pathetic human. Violet, I believe her name is? Weakling…”
He didn’t get to finish his monologue. Buu rushed in, whether out of anger for the insult or advantage of a lull, couldn’t be determined. He threw out a punch as he rushed in, and to Bardock’s surprise, it seemed to stretch out before the pink warrior. The saiyan’s battle visor was already activated and quickly recorded the data. He quickly determined by his own senses that he was fast enough to avoid the attack, so he sidestepped it just in time to watch the stretchy pink arm pass him by. Bardock, in a classic retaliation move, grabbed the open appendage and attempted to twist Buu into submission. Had the majin been an ordinary fighter, this would have worked. Unfortunately, the majin was no ordinary fighter.
“What the…?” Bar gasped as the arm simply twisted around and around like a Twizzler.
Buu chuckled and smirked. “Something wrong?”
At that point, the unexpected happened: with his free hand, he charged up a line of ki, and brought it down in a chopping motion against his constrained shoulder, severing the arm off.
Bardock could only gasp once more as the rubbery limb of puttalin came snapping his way like a roving rubber band. As soon as it smacked into the bronze bruiser, it promptly exploded. Out of the immediate cloud of fire and smoke, a flailing figure sailed. And collided with a building. Buu took to the air and zipped on over to his victim, visibly disappointed that his Puttalin Bomb had not done more damage. It could have blown a limb off at the very least.
As the pink fighter closed in, his victim suddenly vanished. His brain suddenly blanked out, and his senses caught up with him too late as they locked onto Bardock right as the puttalin fighter was kneed in the back. Bar wiped the blood that was oozing from his lip, which had reopened from his fight on Namek-sei, and moved in for the follow-up, ignoring the burns that now patched his skin. Buu whipped around in time to dodge the first of a salvo of punches. Bardock’s fists flew with impeccable determination to hit their mark, but the majin was full of abilities that baffled the saiya-jin.
As Bar threw out a right hook, not only did Super Buu dodge it, his body shrunk and conformed into a perfect crescent, and where his shoulder would have been was now empty air. Not discouraged, the roughneck doled out a left uppercut, but Buu simply shifted his puttalin form around it. Now becoming infuriated, Bardock pumped punch after punch with an angered grunt, only to have his opponent dodge them all with his rubbery substance with a smile on his face.
“What’s the matter, traitor? Can’t hit me?”
The slight bit of concentration taken away by his speech left Buu a fraction slower, and a fraction was all Bardock needed to score a hit. He caught the Vegeta-sei enlistee right in the gut, and Buu’s stomach was stretched outward, so one could see the fist that was practically emerging from the other side. With his free arm, Bar slammed his elbow down on the majin’s sending him down to the ground with an undeniable headache.
“You’re good—I’m better!” Bardock shouted as he charged an energy blast to hit the falling puttalin combatant.
As the energy gathered in his palm, Bardock watched his opponent fall in satisfaction. When he released the blast, the force of expulsion kicked him back. Buu’s limp body was descending quickly, but the bolt was catching up even faster. The saiyan grinned. Even if the attack didn’t finish the pink warrior off, he was going to be hurting. At the last possible second, the majin’s eyes snapped open and his figure blurred from sight. The homeworlder’s eyes searched frantically, catching only hazy images of warring soldiers. Suddenly, he felt a rush of air, followed by a glinting gold object swinging diagonally at his face. Bar pulled his body backwards just in time to see a band of flashing metal cleave downward like a salami slicer. He looked up at Buu, almost incredulous. The pink creature was also sporting a new arm.
“Where the hell did that come from?” he demanded, immediately floating backwards and away, eyes flitting back and forth between the new appendage and the huge double-edged blade. His battle visor whirred furiously as it recorded the data.
Buu turned to face him, bringing up the sword and brandishing it before his opponent. He grinned, and jeered, “I’ve had it the whole time. Helps if you pay attention.”
Bar shrugged and shook his head. “Whatever.”
He quickly dropped from the sky and onto the ground. A weapon wielded on terra firma allowed for less movement than in the air. Super Buu followed suit, both feet touching the concrete of the street below. Immediately, the armed majin rushed forward, his pink arms moving like whirlwinds in an attempt to slice the saiyan into cheese cubes. Bardock dodged all the slashes and thrusts, his hands pumping up and down to time each movement. Both of the black-haired brawler’s arms were kept close to his body. The last thing he wanted was for one of his limbs to get cleaved off—his didn’t grow back.
Bar ducked, and ducked again on the back swing. As Buu was raising his great weapon again, Bardock saw an opening. He lashed out a hand, placing a firm grip on one of the puttalin fighter’s forearms, leaving the rest of the body exposed. The saiya-jin reared back his fist and pumped it forward with the fluid motion of a piston. Super’s face was shaped to the mold of Bardock’s knuckles, but it quickly reformed as the majin spun around, raising his outer leg in a kick. The changeling captain was struck squarely in the stomach, and was forced back. Seizing opportunity, Buu swatted with his sword, attempting to hack a flailing arm or two of his opponent’s. Sensing he couldn’t evade the slash, Bardock attempted to recompose his position and rolled his shoulder forward, hoping to catch it on his armor. Instead, the metal bit into one of his triceps, carving a bloody red line down the upper arm. Fortunately, the cut was shallow, but sticky liquid oozed down the exposed skin.
Bardock gritted his teeth and hissed against his mistake. He had overexerted and pushed himself farther into the sword?s path of travel than he intended. Repeating what his enemy had done, the roughneck twirled around and raised his leg in a kick. His metal-framed boot connected hard with Buu’s jaw, snapping the puttalin swordsman’s head to the side. Utilizing speed, Bardock planted his other foot and came around again, swinging his now free leg up and downward in an amazing stretch, striking the heel against Super’s crown just below the strange forelock. Finishing up, the fighter spun once more, this time into a roundhouse kick to the gut. The bio-magical construct buckled and fell backwards, churning up concrete as he skidded to a stop.
“God damn that thing’s annoying,” Bardock muttered, running a hand down his arm and smearing his gauntlet with blood. The wound stung, but it wasn’t going to be too much of a hindrance—it had missed the heavy arteries. The opening was already beginning to clot.
Beyond, Buu flipped back onto his feet, readying himself for the next onslaught. He swung the blade pretentiously, tossing it from hand to hand. He snorted. “You can’t handle this.”
“Don’t think that thing makes you any special,” the saiyan warned.
“Actually,” Supes grinned, “it does.”
With a howl, the majin rushed, swinging the gold blade horizontally, as if it were a baseball bat. Bardock hopped backwards, hearing the tip of the sword nick the breastplate of his armor, carving scratches. Dipping low, Buu aimed for the gut, intending on cleaving him messily in two from the ribs to the waist. Eyes widening, Bardock bent over backwards, keeping his back as straight as possible without straining himself. His coal black pupils narrowed as the blade barely passed over his face. Throwing his hands backwards, the saiyan prepared to catch himself—as well as retaliate.
Bardock bent his elbows and pulled up his knees, gathering force into his body like a living coil. When he released that coil, Super Buu felt it, with a double kick to his chest. He staggered backwards as Bardock flipped back onto his feet into a crouch. It seemed as though they were just going to push each other around. The saiyan dashed forward, jumping into the air and spin-kicking the wrist that held Buu’s sword. The blade flew from the creature?s fingers. Bardock vanished, and when he reappeared, he was hovering right beside Supes, the disarmed weapon now firmly clutched in his hands. With a mighty swing, Bardock cleaved downward, and Super Buu’s eyes went from pain to surprise as a flat, cold object cleanly severed his upper half from his lower half. Both pieces of puttalin dropped limply to the ground, lifeless.
Bardock knelt, twirling the point of the blade in the street. “Grow back from that, freak.”
He stood. “Oh, and thanks for the sword.”
Bar began to walk away, moving cautiously. The area had nearly emptied during the course of their fight. Something was up. He’d not gotten too far when he heard a voice that stopped him in his tracks.
“Now who’s the one running away?”
The saiyan froze, and slowly turned around. The sight that met his eyes was horrific. The top half of Super Buu was levitating, and other than the fact that his legs were lying askew, he looked perfectly fine.
“What… the… fuck?”
Buu’s stomach rumbled and gurgled visibly, and suddenly a new pair of legs (clothed and all) erupted from his torso. The majin snickered.
“Oh, and I’ll be taking that back now,” he sneered as he motioned towards his sword, beckoning his stubby pink fingers.
Bardock’s surprise was furthered as the sword in his hand suddenly began to melt. His fingers closed tighter around the hilt, but the runny metal slipped through. It felt—alive. The fluid material dripped to the floor and slithered across the way, up Buu’s body. As it traveled, the single stream split off into two, forking at the puttalin’s torso and separate rivulets snaked along his arms, forming into twin sabers.
Buu took great amusement in the bewilderment of his opponent.
He can control… metal? Bar wondered.
“Where’d you learn that trick?” the saiyan asked, nodding his head over to his enemy.
Super’s grin faded. “From Lord Vine—your race’s own guardian. Ironic that a technique derived from one of your own will be your undoing—traitor.”
Buu charged, and Bardock stood his ground. The majin crossed both blades into an X shape, intent on a double slash. At the last possible moment, the saiyan grabbed at his combatant’s wrists, locking them. Try as he might, the bio-magical construct could not push himself forward. Bardock’s face twitched in effort as corded muscles forced Buu’s arms to the side. His strength was greater. When a pathway had been opened, Bar executed one of his favorite moves: he slammed his head forward until his skull bashed into Buu’s. Not just once, mind you. He did it again and again and again?
Out of nowhere, a giant object swatted them from above and sent them hurtling into a nearby building. Dust and debris flew from impact, and both were left dazed. The fighters struggled to regain their senses, and a roar split the air.
I know that sound? Bardock realized, a lump forming his throat. His eyes focused, and sure enough, they saw the one thing that could turn the tides for the saiya-jin army: a giant oozaru. One had backhanded them. The changeling captain’s gaze snapped into the sky.
NO… a full moon! he recognized in horror. He immediately looked away, squeezing his eyes shut so as to avoid a transformation himself. If there was a full moon—that meant they would all change…
“What’s the matter? Can’t stand the sight of a little moonlight?” Super Buu taunted from afar. Suddenly, a ringing cut across the sound barrier. Bardock looked up just in time to see a projectile weapon heading straight for his skull. He turned his head away, hoping to duck, but the glaive-boomerang dug into his cheek. A wave of blood sprayed into the air.
The saiyan’s face was forced into the direction of the full moon, and his lids opened just in time to get an eyeful. A feral, animalistic growl escaped curled lips. He slowly turned his gaze back to Super Buu, who caught his newly shaped weapon with ease. Bardock stood, tail unfurled and waving madly back and forth with excitement. It was too late now. He removed his headband and scouter, throwing them to the side. The majin looked a bit confused.
Bardock opened his mouth and let free a beastly roar so unearthly it could not have come from a mere man. His teeth glistened with dripping saliva. The snarl frozen on his expression turned to one of superiority, and he began to chuckle. It was his own voice, but the chuckle was injected by intermittent grunts of exertion.
Super Buu watched as his figure slowly became shrouded in shadow, a huge behemoth looming up before him. His jaw dropped as a monstrous oozaru grew in his very presence.
Bardock threw his now gargantuan arms up and roared. His snout lowered and his blood-red eyes leered down at his tiny little opponent. “Your little trick won’t help you anymore!” he thundered.
With great might, he threw down his gigantic fists. Buu zipped away, taking flight, just as the massive meat claws smashed into the street, creating enormous craters. With speed that belied his size, Oozaru Bardock thrust a hand at Super, catching the pink puttalin fighter with his thick monkey fingers. Needless to say, Super Buu was sent sailing away. Bardock roared again and followed after, stomping his big monkey feet down as he did so, trying to squish as many untransformed saiyans and Vegeta-employed mercenaries under them as possible.
For the next several minutes, Buu became a plaything. The bio-magical construct attempted to flee many times, only to get caught somehow by the transformed ape. The imprint of his puttalin body was left in the sides of buildings, in the street, anywhere and everywhere an impression could be made. In short, Bardock was killing him. Not even the regenerative majin could sustain much more of this in his present state.
“You didn’t actually think you were going to win, did you?” Oozaru Bardock laughed in his deep, raspy ape voice.
The pink monster smirked. “Then you should probably know … I’m immortal.”
Bardock interrupted suddenly. “Enough talking.” Crouching forward, he dashed across the ground, seizing his enemy by the wrists. He reared back momentarily, holding Buu at arm’s length before executing a brutal headbutt.
Outside, saiyans and changelings were locked in a tense conflict. But as they fought, eyes on each other, a deafening crash sounded from above. Two figures, locked in a furious grapple, had smashed straight through the wall of a nearby building, and were plummeting from the sky.
A battle of epic proportions was about to get underway.
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(Super Buu)
All around, the tides of battle were shifting. Under the light of the full moon, the previously subdued saiyan forces suddenly burst from their holding point. The changelings fell back, desperately throwing attack after attack at the oozarus, but the bloodlusted were-monkeys paid little heed. To them, those once-lethal energy blasts were now just distractions. Buildings were toppled, the light of ki filled the sky, and changeling blood swam in the streets.
Suddenly, it seemed to the soldiers, numbers meant nothing. They had no idea how right they were. Though the battalion of saiyans had multiplied their strength, so had one mighty warrior from the changeling’s side. And his power was enough to make all the difference in the upcoming battle. The troops didn’t know it, but their fate was teetering, their only chance of survival slowly being chiseled away.
Buu stood panting on the ground, double-edged sword in hand, as he readied for the oncoming oozaru. Somehow, inexplicably, his opponent had transformed into a giant ape. And yet, despite Bardock’s new size, he was just as fast — if not faster — in his new form. The majin just couldn’t keep up.
As a fur-covered fist swung outwards, Supes made to leap out of the way, but the second hand intercepted him mid-air, swatting him like a fly. The force of the blow sent him careening into the ground like a pink meteor, splitting the road and sending up a cloud of rubble. He had but a second to regain his senses before a fist came down upon his rubbery body, smashing him further into the concrete and sending spiderwebs out through the surrounding area.
As the monkey’s hand came up for another strike, Buu utilized the opening to kick out of the crater he’d been buried in. As he spun backwards, he brought his hand up, swiftly flattening an orb of energy into the shape of a disk. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he launched the Flying Saucer forward, only to have it effortlessly batted aside by the unstoppable ape.
“Is that really the best you can do?” chuckled Bardock mockingly, in his deep, bass-like tones. “You’d be lucky if it scratched me!”
Buu grit his pointed teeth in pure frustration. Damn it! he cursed inwardly. There has to be a way to stop him…
As he racked his brain for some un-exhausted strategy, a lightbulb seemed to turn on in the monster’s mind. With a grin that would give children nightmares, the tip of the majin’s dangling headtail began to glow. If stretching his arms and regenerating his legs had surprised Bardock, then magic would probably leave him a drooling wreck. As the oozaru crashed across the broken battlefield, leaving gargantuan footsteps in his wake, Buu released the attack. With a flick of his head-tail, what seemed to be a pink lightning bolt zapped outwards, forking through the air before connecting with its target.
To Buu’s surprise, however, it did nothing. The ape continued to hurtle towards him, and before he could react, he’d become a wad of chewing gum stuck to the pavement. Bardock screamed in monkey-like laughter as the pink gel slid out from between his toes, reforming as a very weary-looking Super Buu.
“I have to say, I’m impressed,” rasped the oozaru warrior, though the look on his face was more that of amusement. “You still reform, as if it’ll make the slightest bit of difference. Most weaklings like yourself would have given up by now, or tried to run away.”
Buu grinned weakly. The thought had passed through his mind, but he knew his pride would never allow such a thing. Besides, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. His red eyes darted around, trying to locate his sword, which he?d dropped some time between being crushed and flattened. Almost instantly his ki sense picked it up, still charged with his energy from before. Calling the metal to him, Supes was troubled to see that, instead of promptly flying through the air as it should have done, it only clattered weakly across the scattered debris. Buu was drained, and it was showing. Finally the hilt made its way into his hand, and he raised it up, ready to fight to the death.
Just as he was thinking about his next strategy, a voice from apparently nowhere startled him. Cut off his tail.
The monster’s mouth fell open as he realized two things simultaneously. Firstly that he was hearing voices, and that secondly; the voices were talking sense. It was all coming back to him now.
~*~*~*~
This hadn’t been Buu’s first war on Vegeta-sei. In the past, there had been a rebellion on Vegeta-sei, and he had done everything in his power to stop the fighting, in order to atone himself for his past sins against the saiyan race. He snorted at the irony. If he’d known that, only a few months later, there’d be another war here, he wouldn’t have killed all those saiyan rebels.
During the rebellion, Buu had fought alongside a girl called Bra. He’d only seen her once since that occasion, but in the middle of a killing contest, and apparently having undergone one of those bizarre human growth spurts. Buu never grew physically. If he ever wanted to be taller, he just had to stretch.
But he knew Bra had told him something about saiyan tails. What was it?
~*~*~*~
Buu clicked his fingers. That was it! Saiyans turned into monkeys on the full moon because of their tails. Something about ‘blute rays’ affecting their glands… the details were irrelevant. The point was, if he cut off Bardock’s tail — like he’d done to the faux commander during the previous war — he’d revert.
But who had spoken to him? The pink monster glanced around for anyone other than himself. Bardock had become distracted with another supersized soldier from the saiyan forces, and other than that, no-one was present. It was the second time he’d heard a voice — the first time being when he was back with his android buddies — and again he’d been the only one to hear it.
“Man,” muttered the gelatinous being, massaging his forehead. “Am I going crazy?”
No.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed Buu, jumping as if a flea had just bitten him. His head swiveled left and right, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. “Who’s saying that?”
A loud crash diverted the majin’s attention back to the nearby fight. Bardock clearly had the edge in power over his opponent, and he set about proving it by twisting the inferior oozaru’s neck. A sickening snap punctuated the Empire captain’s victory. He looked around, snarling like a dog at the other apes who’d been closing in. They knew strength when they saw it, and left the superpower to his duel.
“Now, where were we?” rumbled Bardock, causing the ground to shake as he turned back to the real enemy. “Ah yes…” His gaze landed on Super Buu, and blood seemed to cloud his red eyes once more. Whatever the oozaru warrior had been about to say was irrelevant; in his monkey state, the urge to kill took precedence over everything else. “Ready to die yet?”
Buu leant the flat edge of his sword against his bare back, grinning slyly. “Not quite yet,” he rumbled. With no warning, he doubled over. Convulsions ran through his pink body, as suddenly his trembling fingers began to clutch at the holes on his scalp. Rearing his head back, a roar of tremendous proportions erupted from his maw, sending shockwaves through the air, shattering windows in the nearby buildings.
Oozaru Bardock clutched at his ears, having already felt the pain of the Sonic Scream once. Squinting through the rippling air, he could barely discern the outline of Super Buu — glowing, and altering. It was as if evolution was taking place before the saiyan’s eyes.
And then, after what seemed like an eternity, the noise subsided. Standing in the wreckage was Super Buu, changed. A low growl escaped the majin’s lips.
“No more holding back.”
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(Bardock)
Oozaru Bardock roared in pain, his giant meat claws clasped over his pointed ears. An oozaru had incredibly heightened hearing, and the Sonic Scream that the puttalin warrior emitted was infinitely times more excruciating. Through squinted eyes, he could see something happening?something he probably wasn’t going to like.
Suddenly, the noise came to a halt. Bar’s ears were still ringing with their echo, and trickles of blood had oozed their way out. Two pairs of red orbs viewed the warrior that hovered before the evolved ape. The bio-magical construct had taken on a different form. His pudgy puttalin features had sharpened into finer points, and the forelock atop his pink head had elongated itself. Bardock snorted. He could feel pulsating waves of power radiate from the newly transformed Super Buu. What the saiyan felt was intense, and it did not bode well. Regardless, the Empire captain still had his massive girth to throw around, which was more than enough for Bardock at present.
To show his confidence, the saiya-jin licked a thumb and drew it along the slash mark still present on his face. The second the pad hit, steam hissed and the foul odor of burning ape flesh permeated the atmosphere. He drew it all along the slice, effectively cauterizing the wound. Then he slowly and deliberately did it to his arm. The scent of cooked tissue became almost overwhelming.
Meanwhile during this display, Buu used part of his back like a sheath, having two ‘spikes’ emerge and gently fold themselves over his blade, holding it in place.
The majin zipped forward like a bullet, initiating a frontal attack. The oozaru rammed his fist forth, the massive knuckles bearing down on the impending Buu. With a single hand, Buu caught the fist, stopping the motion, although not without difficulty. Still, the ability to do this surprised Bardock, and was not pleasing. Growling, the saiya-jin pushed his arm forward harder, but could barely budge his enemy. Realizing he couldn’t overpower the puttalin in this contest of strength, Bardock swiped his other hand out, grabbing Super Buu and firmly locking the pink fighter in his gargantuan monkey fingers.
Bardock moved his snout forward, snarling as he did so. His piercing red eyes started into those of the transformed fighter. Something else was different about the majin—his demeanor had completely changed. Gone was the playful arrogance, to be replaced with stone cold determination. It was no longer about the thrill, it had boiled down to the kill, and it was close at hand. The oozaru opened his mouth in a display of dominance. Super Buu’s newly formed nose wrinkled as he was blasted with steaming hot tendrils of fetid breath, the rank stench piercing his nostrils. Gobs of saliva drooled down the obscenely large oozaru’s lips. A giant pink tongue rolled out and licked the rows of pearly white fangs.
Normally a situation such as this would have prompted some witty comment of tic-tacs and such, but this was no longer the attitude of Super. Instead, his face darkened and his form quickly lost its shape, becoming several malleable blobs. The blobs easily slipped through the cracks of Bardock’s death grip, and reformed outside of it with sickening ease. A smaller gold metallic blob followed and willed itself into Buu’s waiting hand, reconstructing into a sword. Needless to say, this was cause for surprise, despite having seen it on more than one occasion by now.
Buu suddenly dropped his weapon and quickly interlaced his fingers, forming a giant fist, and brought them down crushingly upon the monkey’s nose. Bardock’s teeth clicked together and bit his tongue, inciting embarrassing pain. The majin dropped at an alarming rate and caught his blade as it was falling, and in a single motion, swooped over to the oozaru’s backside. With a conquering roar, Super Buu gripped his sword with both hands, pulled back the blade, and thrust it downward in a clean hack.
Bardock’s head suddenly reared back with an agonized bellow as he felt cold metal bite into his tender flesh. A resounding crash could be heard as a bridge cable-sized tail flopped to the ground, writhing like a beheaded snake until it settled to a standstill. Slowly, but surely, the mammoth oozaru began to revert to his original form. During this process, Bar’s thoughts became fuzzy and clouded.
I’m—I’m changing back? he groggily realized.
On the way down, his arms flailed wildly. Super Buu did his best to avoid this, but managed to get whacked. His sword was knocked violently from his hand and spun out of sight.
When the regression was finally complete, Bardock staggered about in his man form, trying to regain his senses. He looked straight ahead, and his vision focused just in time to see a pink fist colliding with his face. The saiyan was sent flying backwards and through the wall of a building.
It hurt. A lot. Much more than before.
It almost felt like when?
The thought was incomplete. Buu had materialized in front of Bardock and was whaling on him again. Funny, he hadn’t even bothered to recall his sword. But it didn’t matter—the majin wasn’t giving him enough time to think, let alone recover. Get your opponent down and keep them down, before they find a way to get the upper hand again—that was his strategy. As soon as Bar’s back hit another wall, Buu was there. He threw a massive uppercut into the saiyan’s gut, effectively knocking the breath from Bardock’s lungs. Then Super repeated: again, and again, and again. Soon the black-haired brawler was a pathetic, coughing mess. His eyelids fluttered open and closed, as if he were on the verge of losing consciousness. Finally, with a single punch, Buu released him, and once again the saiyan was sent flying.
Despite the pain that wracked his body, Bardock righted himself, and he quickly and forcibly summoned all of his energy, awakening it to aid him in his battle. An aura materialized in a flash, sending its luminescence in all directions. Even so, it would not be enough, he knew.
There was only one thing that could save him: Super Saiyan.
Come on—go—GO… he told himself, trying to flip the switch. Alas, he could not. He didn’t know how.
Super Buu was on top of him in seconds, and Bardock played the keep away game. A kick meant for him created a huge crater in the concrete, but Buu didn’t stall. The majin saw Bardock re-ignite his aura over and over, like some bad lighter that refused to stay lit, as the saiyan bobbed and weaved evasively.
Come on, COME ON! his mind hollered. All he was doing was powering up again and again, but it wasn’t helping, only further draining his energy when a top layer was burned off to surge ki through his veins. Where was the trigger? Frustration quickly fostered. He grabbed the folds of his cloak and threw them about, trying to throw off Super Buu’s precision strikes, making sure the keep the majin from grabbing them and yanking him around with it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his discarded items. They’d gone around in circles. With a leap of daring, he stooped low against a kick and grabbed them—using subsequent dodges to slap his scouter back on his face and stuff his bandana underneath a gauntlet.
At long last, Buu managed to throw out a right hook that Bardock couldn’t avoid, and had to reach up with his arm to block. His forearm pushed against Super’s wrist, but the puttalin gripped it in a hold. With unparalleled speed, he reached underneath with his left arm and began brutally punching the saiyan’s ribcage. Bardock physically and verbally recoiled from each strike until he heard a sharp crack. At the last punch, Super Buu released the Empire captain’s arm. The loose body flew, flipping awkwardly before Bardock face-planted into the ground some distance away.
On the floor, he wretched a mixture of saliva and blood, moving gingerly.
I think—my ribs are broken… he thought, coughing in pain. His armor had prevented any further damage than a few cracks in the bone. He’s—wearing me down…
Indeed, the Spiritken warrior was slowly disabling his opponent’s defenses, deliberately weakening the saiyan before delivering the coup de grace.
Get up—get up—if you’re gonna to die, you ain’t gonna do it on your knees!
Bardock didn’t have much time to act on it, as he felt two strong hands of puttalin grab a leg that was sticking out. Super dragged the bronze bruiser off the ground as the saiya-jin’s fingers dug rows in the dirt along the way. The bio-magical construct swung him around viciously before releasing in perfect hammer throw form.
Bardock sailed through the air at a dangerous rate. The only thing to break his fall was a pile of rubble, in which he slammed into back first. His entire body snapped back and then limply rolled forward, unmoving.
Off in the distance, Super Buu felt it was time. He sensed very little energy radiating from his opponent, and knew the deathblow was nigh. He walked slowly forward, a dark look on his face. Bardock didn’t stir.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of the roughneck’s mind, he heard a voice.
“Get a clue. You’re a disgrace to your race.”
Where had he heard that one before? For some reason, though, it sounded a lot like Super Buu’s. Suddenly, the subconscious of the saiyan was pulled backwards along the threads of time, the inner spirit gliding along a stream of memories.
“NO! Not you! Anyone but you!”
And then he could see himself. Transforming. Becoming a Super Saiya-jin. Somehow it just clicked. It had come from rage…extreme rage…
But Bardock still had a problem—he couldn’t move…
Back in the real world, Super Buu was coming closer, his modified shape looming into view. Mentally, he summoned his sword, and the reformed metal flew to its master’s outstretched hand upon his bidding.
“I was wrong about you, Selipa. You are saiyan, without a doubt. It’s in your blood. You crave this fight just like I do. But regardless, Selipa… you are still, to me, just another girl who’s in over her head.”
Bardock’s fingers twitched, and he felt himself be pulled back into reality.
“Just…”
His head slowly began to rise.
“…like…”
His eyelids slowly began to open.
“…Hasky.”
Bardock’s eyes snapped open to reveal twin orbs of pure turquoise.
As if pulled by invisible wires, his limp body rose from incapacity. Super Buu stopped in his tracks—something was wrong. Instead of Bardock’s energy being depleted, it was…going up?
In some invisible breeze, Bardock’s ebony hair began to float. Within the same instant, it flashed gold, stiffening into broad spikes. An aura of amazing ambiance surrounded his frame. Violent winds erupted from his sparkling silhouette. Super Buu looked on, bracing himself against the impact. Even though waves of pure ki rolled off his enemy, he would not be intimidated. Regardless, he was nudged backwards from the sheer force of power.
Bardock’s expression was pure rage. He was a titan. An elite. Something unstoppable. All pain had momentarily subsided. It was as if his injuries meant nothing, the throbbing ache of the bruises and breaks suppressed by the sheer fire that pulsed through his veins. Nothing was going to tear him down, and if they did, they were going to lose something doing it.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
The Super Saiyan’s composure was quickly dropped as he began to charge like a wild bull. While he had amassed great power, it seemed as though he was ruled purely by instinct: destroy, kill, demolish. It wasn’t as barbaric as an uncontrolled oozaru, but it delved into the depths of rampage. He was coming after Super Buu.
And he wouldn’t stop until he was dead.
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(Super Buu)
“Damn,” rumbled Buu, stunned, as his opponent closed in on him. The pink monster didn’t know whether to curse his luck or praise it. In the dying light of the battle, his foe had, of all things, become a Super Saiyan. Supes knew something — if only a little — about the golden-haired warriors of legend. Lord Vine had told him that it was extremely difficult for most saiyans reach the form, and that, unlike Buu’s own transformation, they initially lost almost all control over themselves. Against all odds, and unintentionally, Buu had managed to wake the sleeping dragon inside the caves of Bardock’s mind.
And yet, despite his inconceivably bad luck, the majin couldn’t help but grin. Opponents this strong were hard to come by, and it had been a while (a week was a long time by Super’s standards!) since he’d had a good challenge. It was for that very reason that Buu had held back on using Spiritken. Though he now had full control over the ability, he hated to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. Not only did it leave him exhausted, it took all the fun and challenge out of fights.
Now, however, Bardock had not just proved himself to be Buu’s equal, he’d proved himself to be Buu’s superior. The rubbery being could feel the waves of power radiating off his opponent, stretching out for miles like pheromones, asserting the monkey-hybrid’s dominance as the alpha male of this city. Bardock was the stronger of the two, and both of them knew it.
To Buu, however, that only meant one thing. Raised one tightly-clenched fist, the monster’s grin took on a manic edge as he bristled with anticipation. As his golden-haired adversary closed in, two very predictable words escaped the monster’s lips.
“A challenge!”
BANG.
The punch connected, and suddenly Buu was thrown backwards as if a stick of dynamite had gone off next to his face. He had but a second to spin through the air, mouth agape in shock, before an agonizing pain cut through his back. The monster opened his eyes to see that Bardock had flickered behind him, cutting short his aerial ascension. What was more shocking, however, was that the saiyan’s fist was protruding from his chest.
Arching his neck around awkwardly, Buu caught a glimpse of his opponent’s face. Bardock was lost in rage, his eyes frighteningly devoid of any shred of humanity. With the sound of a boot being pulled out of thick mud, the saiyan wrenched his hand back out through Buu’s back, and, with his other arm, delivered a strike to the back of the majin’s head that would have been fatal to almost any other opponent. Being as he was, though, the gelatinous being was simply sent ground-bound with a smarting headache.
“Son of a bitch…” Buu coughed, trying to see through the cloud of debris his impromptu descent had awakened. Looking up through the smoke, he could see an approaching silhouette, and he leapt backwards just in time to see a fist smash into the ground where he had been mere seconds before.
Exiting the cloud of debris, forelock trailing forwards in the cold air, Buu tried to sense where his opponent was. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pinpoint it. The invisible markings of Bardock’s energy were everywhere, all around him. By the time he felt a growing concentration approaching from below, it was far too late.
“I’m going to rip you limb from limb,” snarled Bardock, his hand tightly locked around the majin’s ankle. Pulling sharply downwards, the golden-haired brawler launched his adversary at the ground, following up with a flurry of energy blasts.
Laying on the shattered ground, Super Buu gulped in breaths of air. Even immersed in Spiritken, he could feel his body beginning to give up on him. Steeling himself for the pain, he tried to regenerate the massive hole through his chest that Bardock’s earlier punch had left. His body’s healing process was normally fairly fluid and automatic, but now he had to make a conscious effort to make it happen. The majin could feel beads of sweat forming on his chest, as the threads of his body painstakingly sewed themselves back together.
But Bardock wasn’t going to wait. Descending from the sky with the speed and power of a nuclear bomb, he crashed into his enemy. Thrusting his hands into the still-regenerating hole in Buu’s chest, he began to pull apart. The majin cried out in anguish as he felt the wound open wider and wider, his strength giving way as he felt the tear spread up through his chest.
Then, with a sickening scream, the monster was ripped in two.
Purple liquid splattered the saiyan bruiser as Buu’s lifeblood spilled out through the gaping wounds. With no way for his consciousness to inhabit two bodies at once, the monster was forced back into the biggest remaining piece of himself — his right side. The rest of his body, from his entire left leg, running up his torso, all the way to his face, lay discarded on the shattered pavement like a piece of chewed gum.
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(Super Buu)
Super’s body pulsed in anticipation as his aura burst from his skin, and he leapt into the air. His leader, Seventeen, had advised all of the groups to stay low, but that just wasn’t Buu’s style. What was the point of fighting if you couldn’t have fun? Besides, crawling along the ground was for weaklings.
As he soared over the city limits, it suddenly occurred to the majin that he should probably prepare himself. Propelling himself to an abrupt stop, he began poking around in his stomach. A small lump traveled down the length of his arm before popping out in his open hand, covered in pink goo. As the puttalin melted back into his body, a scouter began visible, its red screen dirty with weeks of disuse. Buu scrubbed the visor with a rubbery thumb to clean it, and then, satisfied, fixed the device to his left ear. As his finger pressed the giant red button on the side of the device, numbers immediately began whizzing about the screen ? some distant, some alarmingly close.
“Looks like this’ll be fun,” he rumbled, smirking as he measured up the powerlevels he’d soon be facing. Clenching his fists, he began to emit a steady amount of ki, a pink flame blazing into life around him. “Come and fight me!” he bellowed, throwing caution to the wind. “I don’t care how many of you there are — you’ll never defeat the great and mighty Majin Buu!”
With that, he rocketed forward, his trailing purple cloak making him look like some kind of shirtless superhero. All around, skirmishes between saiyans and changelings were breaking out, but Buu, nothing but a pink blur in the sky, was able to bypass most of it. Suddenly his scouter started to beep, a warning message popped up; CAUTION — APPROACHING HIGH POWERLEVELS. He grinned as he saw what the device had been referring to. Right in front of him, a battalion of changelings were closing in on a smaller, but still impressive number of saiyans, who had sought refuge in and around a run-down bunker.
As he looked down upon the fight, Buu began to chuckle. It was time to get their attention. Rearing his head back and puffing his chest out, he drew in a massive amount of air ? and then unleashed it in a deafening scream. The air rippled as, down on the ground, changelings and saiyans alike began to clap their hands to their ears. It was only after a few seconds that the sound died out, leaving Buu to clutch his throat hoarsely. As he gasped for air, he grinned — he’d gotten their attention alright. He raised his voice up for one more announcement, voice amplified beyond normal means; “saiyans! Fear no more, for Buu is here!”
“Who does that pink prick think he is?” grimaced one of the changeling lieutenants on the ground, trying to shake the ringing from his ears to no avail. A dry chuckle from behind only served to fortify his displeasure. As he turned to reprimand the sass-giving culprit, he froze in shock. “Ah… Captain Bardock…”
The bandanna-wearing saiyan looked up at the sky, eyes gleaming eagerly. “Leave this one to me, Winters. You take control of the ground troops.”
“Yes sir!” barked the Changeling, standing to salute as his captain leapt into the sky. Smirking, he wondered for a second why his captain had bothered to put him in command. Unless that cape-wearing psycho was King Vegeta in disguise, he wouldn’t last ten seconds.
Hovering up in the air, Super Buu waved at one of the saiyan troops, who was approaching from below at a rather slick speed. ?Greetings sold-URGH!? A fist connected with his puttalin-imitated jawbone, sending him spinning backwards into the side of a building. He held a hand to his chin, which felt like it had been knocked out of place, and growled. Face a look of anger and confusion, he turned to look at the blockhead who’d punched him. A trademark saiyan, sporting the ever-popular ‘spiky black hair’ look, albeit mixed up somewhat with a red bandanna. But regardless of how generic the man’s appearance was, the readings on Buu’s scouter indicated his power level to be approximately 2.2 million — higher than his own. “Hey moron!” yelled the rubbery being, fists clenched, “I’m on your side!”
“So you say,” responded the insolent trooper, aura bursting into life.
As the black-haired warrior shot forward, readying another punch, Buu rolled sideways, avoiding what would otherwise have been a future headache. The saiyan’s fist smashed through the building his target had been up against, eliciting pieces of brick to crumble and shower down upon his forearm. Hastily he withdrew, and turned to see his enemy floating in the air, arms crossed.
“I don’t take kindly to traitors,” murmured the pink amalgamation of putty and DNA. He grinned, and suddenly opened his mouth.
Bardock was no slouch, but he certainly hadn’t been expecting an attack whilst his opponent’s arms were crossed. The beam of energy slammed into him, forcing him through the brick wall and into the abandoned skyscraper. With a groan he stood up, sneezing from the bits of plaster which had dislodged following his impact. In the gap he had come through, he saw the rubbery monster stroking its chin.
“Haven’t I seen you before?”
“That’s right,” grinned the saiyan brawler, wiping a speck of blood from his mouth. “Your group and mine clashed in Dante’s Abyss. You shot a hole through Hasky’s back.”
Buu frowned. “If this is about me killing your friend, then it was just a competition. She killed one of my friends, it was fair game.”
To the pink monster’s surprise, Bardock just chuckled, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t kill her. She survived that little sneak attack. I killed her, later on.”
“What!? The majin’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why!?”
The saiyan shrugged. “She was weak, injured. You did the hard part, I just finished her off.”
“Killing your allies… and now you’re helping the changelings?” Buu spat. “I’ve had enough.” Hand reaching over his shoulder, he drew, from seemingly nowhere, a gleaming double-edged sword. The hole in his back contracted, sealing itself up as if it had never been there at all. Pointing the blade at Bardock, he growled; “you’re a disgrace to your race.”
“And what would you know about being a saiyan?” Bardock spat. “You think it’s all about honour, and goodness?” He sneered mockingly. “It’s about survival.”
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(Bardock)
Bardock growled as he locked hands with Super Buu, both trying to gain the upper hand in a twisted game of ‘mercy.’ He didn’t bother to look down as the ground met the back of his skull with a resounding CRASH. The force of the impact sent the saiyan into recoil, and he loosened his grip. The pink puttalin warrior took advantage of this by interlacing his fingers into one giant fist, bringing it above his head, and then plunging it down squarely on Bar’s sternum. A pained breath of air was forcibly sucked from the saiya-jin’s lungs, accompanied by flecks of blood and saliva that landed on the majin’s face.
The black-haired brawler was forced to recover quickly from the jarring blow, and he thrust his hands towards Buu’s chest, charging energy. With a hastily constructed blast, Bardock was able to force his opponent away, sending the putty fighter backwards. Both were on their feet almost instantly.
“I’m not going anywhere this time?” Bardock sneered. “Do you remember? You got lucky when Gohan showed up.”
“Didn’t I kill Gohan?” Buu scoffed, feigning uncertainty.
“You’re right—you did—” Bar answered with a hint of anger. Then a malevolent grin spread across his lips. “But then again—you were also the one running away with your tail between your legs. That worthless android and that little pink disgrace, all being towed by that pathetic human. Violet, I believe her name is? Weakling…”
He didn’t get to finish his monologue. Buu rushed in, whether out of anger for the insult or advantage of a lull, couldn’t be determined. He threw out a punch as he rushed in, and to Bardock’s surprise, it seemed to stretch out before the pink warrior. The saiyan’s battle visor was already activated and quickly recorded the data. He quickly determined by his own senses that he was fast enough to avoid the attack, so he sidestepped it just in time to watch the stretchy pink arm pass him by. Bardock, in a classic retaliation move, grabbed the open appendage and attempted to twist Buu into submission. Had the majin been an ordinary fighter, this would have worked. Unfortunately, the majin was no ordinary fighter.
“What the…?” Bar gasped as the arm simply twisted around and around like a Twizzler.
Buu chuckled and smirked. “Something wrong?”
At that point, the unexpected happened: with his free hand, he charged up a line of ki, and brought it down in a chopping motion against his constrained shoulder, severing the arm off.
Bardock could only gasp once more as the rubbery limb of puttalin came snapping his way like a roving rubber band. As soon as it smacked into the bronze bruiser, it promptly exploded. Out of the immediate cloud of fire and smoke, a flailing figure sailed. And collided with a building. Buu took to the air and zipped on over to his victim, visibly disappointed that his Puttalin Bomb had not done more damage. It could have blown a limb off at the very least.
As the pink fighter closed in, his victim suddenly vanished. His brain suddenly blanked out, and his senses caught up with him too late as they locked onto Bardock right as the puttalin fighter was kneed in the back. Bar wiped the blood that was oozing from his lip, which had reopened from his fight on Namek-sei, and moved in for the follow-up, ignoring the burns that now patched his skin. Buu whipped around in time to dodge the first of a salvo of punches. Bardock’s fists flew with impeccable determination to hit their mark, but the majin was full of abilities that baffled the saiya-jin.
As Bar threw out a right hook, not only did Super Buu dodge it, his body shrunk and conformed into a perfect crescent, and where his shoulder would have been was now empty air. Not discouraged, the roughneck doled out a left uppercut, but Buu simply shifted his puttalin form around it. Now becoming infuriated, Bardock pumped punch after punch with an angered grunt, only to have his opponent dodge them all with his rubbery substance with a smile on his face.
“What’s the matter, traitor? Can’t hit me?”
The slight bit of concentration taken away by his speech left Buu a fraction slower, and a fraction was all Bardock needed to score a hit. He caught the Vegeta-sei enlistee right in the gut, and Buu’s stomach was stretched outward, so one could see the fist that was practically emerging from the other side. With his free arm, Bar slammed his elbow down on the majin’s sending him down to the ground with an undeniable headache.
“You’re good—I’m better!” Bardock shouted as he charged an energy blast to hit the falling puttalin combatant.
As the energy gathered in his palm, Bardock watched his opponent fall in satisfaction. When he released the blast, the force of expulsion kicked him back. Buu’s limp body was descending quickly, but the bolt was catching up even faster. The saiyan grinned. Even if the attack didn’t finish the pink warrior off, he was going to be hurting. At the last possible second, the majin’s eyes snapped open and his figure blurred from sight. The homeworlder’s eyes searched frantically, catching only hazy images of warring soldiers. Suddenly, he felt a rush of air, followed by a glinting gold object swinging diagonally at his face. Bar pulled his body backwards just in time to see a band of flashing metal cleave downward like a salami slicer. He looked up at Buu, almost incredulous. The pink creature was also sporting a new arm.
“Where the hell did that come from?” he demanded, immediately floating backwards and away, eyes flitting back and forth between the new appendage and the huge double-edged blade. His battle visor whirred furiously as it recorded the data.
Buu turned to face him, bringing up the sword and brandishing it before his opponent. He grinned, and jeered, “I’ve had it the whole time. Helps if you pay attention.”
Bar shrugged and shook his head. “Whatever.”
He quickly dropped from the sky and onto the ground. A weapon wielded on terra firma allowed for less movement than in the air. Super Buu followed suit, both feet touching the concrete of the street below. Immediately, the armed majin rushed forward, his pink arms moving like whirlwinds in an attempt to slice the saiyan into cheese cubes. Bardock dodged all the slashes and thrusts, his hands pumping up and down to time each movement. Both of the black-haired brawler’s arms were kept close to his body. The last thing he wanted was for one of his limbs to get cleaved off—his didn’t grow back.
Bar ducked, and ducked again on the back swing. As Buu was raising his great weapon again, Bardock saw an opening. He lashed out a hand, placing a firm grip on one of the puttalin fighter’s forearms, leaving the rest of the body exposed. The saiya-jin reared back his fist and pumped it forward with the fluid motion of a piston. Super’s face was shaped to the mold of Bardock’s knuckles, but it quickly reformed as the majin spun around, raising his outer leg in a kick. The changeling captain was struck squarely in the stomach, and was forced back. Seizing opportunity, Buu swatted with his sword, attempting to hack a flailing arm or two of his opponent’s. Sensing he couldn’t evade the slash, Bardock attempted to recompose his position and rolled his shoulder forward, hoping to catch it on his armor. Instead, the metal bit into one of his triceps, carving a bloody red line down the upper arm. Fortunately, the cut was shallow, but sticky liquid oozed down the exposed skin.
Bardock gritted his teeth and hissed against his mistake. He had overexerted and pushed himself farther into the sword?s path of travel than he intended. Repeating what his enemy had done, the roughneck twirled around and raised his leg in a kick. His metal-framed boot connected hard with Buu’s jaw, snapping the puttalin swordsman’s head to the side. Utilizing speed, Bardock planted his other foot and came around again, swinging his now free leg up and downward in an amazing stretch, striking the heel against Super’s crown just below the strange forelock. Finishing up, the fighter spun once more, this time into a roundhouse kick to the gut. The bio-magical construct buckled and fell backwards, churning up concrete as he skidded to a stop.
“God damn that thing’s annoying,” Bardock muttered, running a hand down his arm and smearing his gauntlet with blood. The wound stung, but it wasn’t going to be too much of a hindrance—it had missed the heavy arteries. The opening was already beginning to clot.
Beyond, Buu flipped back onto his feet, readying himself for the next onslaught. He swung the blade pretentiously, tossing it from hand to hand. He snorted. “You can’t handle this.”
“Don’t think that thing makes you any special,” the saiyan warned.
“Actually,” Supes grinned, “it does.”
With a howl, the majin rushed, swinging the gold blade horizontally, as if it were a baseball bat. Bardock hopped backwards, hearing the tip of the sword nick the breastplate of his armor, carving scratches. Dipping low, Buu aimed for the gut, intending on cleaving him messily in two from the ribs to the waist. Eyes widening, Bardock bent over backwards, keeping his back as straight as possible without straining himself. His coal black pupils narrowed as the blade barely passed over his face. Throwing his hands backwards, the saiyan prepared to catch himself—as well as retaliate.
Bardock bent his elbows and pulled up his knees, gathering force into his body like a living coil. When he released that coil, Super Buu felt it, with a double kick to his chest. He staggered backwards as Bardock flipped back onto his feet into a crouch. It seemed as though they were just going to push each other around. The saiyan dashed forward, jumping into the air and spin-kicking the wrist that held Buu’s sword. The blade flew from the creature?s fingers. Bardock vanished, and when he reappeared, he was hovering right beside Supes, the disarmed weapon now firmly clutched in his hands. With a mighty swing, Bardock cleaved downward, and Super Buu’s eyes went from pain to surprise as a flat, cold object cleanly severed his upper half from his lower half. Both pieces of puttalin dropped limply to the ground, lifeless.
Bardock knelt, twirling the point of the blade in the street. “Grow back from that, freak.”
He stood. “Oh, and thanks for the sword.”
Bar began to walk away, moving cautiously. The area had nearly emptied during the course of their fight. Something was up. He’d not gotten too far when he heard a voice that stopped him in his tracks.
“Now who’s the one running away?”
The saiyan froze, and slowly turned around. The sight that met his eyes was horrific. The top half of Super Buu was levitating, and other than the fact that his legs were lying askew, he looked perfectly fine.
“What… the… fuck?”
Buu’s stomach rumbled and gurgled visibly, and suddenly a new pair of legs (clothed and all) erupted from his torso. The majin snickered.
“Oh, and I’ll be taking that back now,” he sneered as he motioned towards his sword, beckoning his stubby pink fingers.
Bardock’s surprise was furthered as the sword in his hand suddenly began to melt. His fingers closed tighter around the hilt, but the runny metal slipped through. It felt—alive. The fluid material dripped to the floor and slithered across the way, up Buu’s body. As it traveled, the single stream split off into two, forking at the puttalin’s torso and separate rivulets snaked along his arms, forming into twin sabers.
Buu took great amusement in the bewilderment of his opponent.
He can control… metal? Bar wondered.
“Where’d you learn that trick?” the saiyan asked, nodding his head over to his enemy.
Super’s grin faded. “From Lord Vine—your race’s own guardian. Ironic that a technique derived from one of your own will be your undoing—traitor.”
Buu charged, and Bardock stood his ground. The majin crossed both blades into an X shape, intent on a double slash. At the last possible moment, the saiyan grabbed at his combatant’s wrists, locking them. Try as he might, the bio-magical construct could not push himself forward. Bardock’s face twitched in effort as corded muscles forced Buu’s arms to the side. His strength was greater. When a pathway had been opened, Bar executed one of his favorite moves: he slammed his head forward until his skull bashed into Buu’s. Not just once, mind you. He did it again and again and again?
Out of nowhere, a giant object swatted them from above and sent them hurtling into a nearby building. Dust and debris flew from impact, and both were left dazed. The fighters struggled to regain their senses, and a roar split the air.
I know that sound? Bardock realized, a lump forming his throat. His eyes focused, and sure enough, they saw the one thing that could turn the tides for the saiya-jin army: a giant oozaru. One had backhanded them. The changeling captain’s gaze snapped into the sky.
NO… a full moon! he recognized in horror. He immediately looked away, squeezing his eyes shut so as to avoid a transformation himself. If there was a full moon—that meant they would all change…
“What’s the matter? Can’t stand the sight of a little moonlight?” Super Buu taunted from afar. Suddenly, a ringing cut across the sound barrier. Bardock looked up just in time to see a projectile weapon heading straight for his skull. He turned his head away, hoping to duck, but the glaive-boomerang dug into his cheek. A wave of blood sprayed into the air.
The saiyan’s face was forced into the direction of the full moon, and his lids opened just in time to get an eyeful. A feral, animalistic growl escaped curled lips. He slowly turned his gaze back to Super Buu, who caught his newly shaped weapon with ease. Bardock stood, tail unfurled and waving madly back and forth with excitement. It was too late now. He removed his headband and scouter, throwing them to the side. The majin looked a bit confused.
Bardock opened his mouth and let free a beastly roar so unearthly it could not have come from a mere man. His teeth glistened with dripping saliva. The snarl frozen on his expression turned to one of superiority, and he began to chuckle. It was his own voice, but the chuckle was injected by intermittent grunts of exertion.
Super Buu watched as his figure slowly became shrouded in shadow, a huge behemoth looming up before him. His jaw dropped as a monstrous oozaru grew in his very presence.
Bardock threw his now gargantuan arms up and roared. His snout lowered and his blood-red eyes leered down at his tiny little opponent. “Your little trick won’t help you anymore!” he thundered.
With great might, he threw down his gigantic fists. Buu zipped away, taking flight, just as the massive meat claws smashed into the street, creating enormous craters. With speed that belied his size, Oozaru Bardock thrust a hand at Super, catching the pink puttalin fighter with his thick monkey fingers. Needless to say, Super Buu was sent sailing away. Bardock roared again and followed after, stomping his big monkey feet down as he did so, trying to squish as many untransformed saiyans and Vegeta-employed mercenaries under them as possible.
For the next several minutes, Buu became a plaything. The bio-magical construct attempted to flee many times, only to get caught somehow by the transformed ape. The imprint of his puttalin body was left in the sides of buildings, in the street, anywhere and everywhere an impression could be made. In short, Bardock was killing him. Not even the regenerative majin could sustain much more of this in his present state.
“You didn’t actually think you were going to win, did you?” Oozaru Bardock laughed in his deep, raspy ape voice.
The pink monster smirked. “Then you should probably know … I’m immortal.”
Bardock interrupted suddenly. “Enough talking.” Crouching forward, he dashed across the ground, seizing his enemy by the wrists. He reared back momentarily, holding Buu at arm’s length before executing a brutal headbutt.
Outside, saiyans and changelings were locked in a tense conflict. But as they fought, eyes on each other, a deafening crash sounded from above. Two figures, locked in a furious grapple, had smashed straight through the wall of a nearby building, and were plummeting from the sky.
A battle of epic proportions was about to get underway.
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(Super Buu)
All around, the tides of battle were shifting. Under the light of the full moon, the previously subdued saiyan forces suddenly burst from their holding point. The changelings fell back, desperately throwing attack after attack at the oozarus, but the bloodlusted were-monkeys paid little heed. To them, those once-lethal energy blasts were now just distractions. Buildings were toppled, the light of ki filled the sky, and changeling blood swam in the streets.
Suddenly, it seemed to the soldiers, numbers meant nothing. They had no idea how right they were. Though the battalion of saiyans had multiplied their strength, so had one mighty warrior from the changeling’s side. And his power was enough to make all the difference in the upcoming battle. The troops didn’t know it, but their fate was teetering, their only chance of survival slowly being chiseled away.
Buu stood panting on the ground, double-edged sword in hand, as he readied for the oncoming oozaru. Somehow, inexplicably, his opponent had transformed into a giant ape. And yet, despite Bardock’s new size, he was just as fast — if not faster — in his new form. The majin just couldn’t keep up.
As a fur-covered fist swung outwards, Supes made to leap out of the way, but the second hand intercepted him mid-air, swatting him like a fly. The force of the blow sent him careening into the ground like a pink meteor, splitting the road and sending up a cloud of rubble. He had but a second to regain his senses before a fist came down upon his rubbery body, smashing him further into the concrete and sending spiderwebs out through the surrounding area.
As the monkey’s hand came up for another strike, Buu utilized the opening to kick out of the crater he’d been buried in. As he spun backwards, he brought his hand up, swiftly flattening an orb of energy into the shape of a disk. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he launched the Flying Saucer forward, only to have it effortlessly batted aside by the unstoppable ape.
“Is that really the best you can do?” chuckled Bardock mockingly, in his deep, bass-like tones. “You’d be lucky if it scratched me!”
Buu grit his pointed teeth in pure frustration. Damn it! he cursed inwardly. There has to be a way to stop him…
As he racked his brain for some un-exhausted strategy, a lightbulb seemed to turn on in the monster’s mind. With a grin that would give children nightmares, the tip of the majin’s dangling headtail began to glow. If stretching his arms and regenerating his legs had surprised Bardock, then magic would probably leave him a drooling wreck. As the oozaru crashed across the broken battlefield, leaving gargantuan footsteps in his wake, Buu released the attack. With a flick of his head-tail, what seemed to be a pink lightning bolt zapped outwards, forking through the air before connecting with its target.
To Buu’s surprise, however, it did nothing. The ape continued to hurtle towards him, and before he could react, he’d become a wad of chewing gum stuck to the pavement. Bardock screamed in monkey-like laughter as the pink gel slid out from between his toes, reforming as a very weary-looking Super Buu.
“I have to say, I’m impressed,” rasped the oozaru warrior, though the look on his face was more that of amusement. “You still reform, as if it’ll make the slightest bit of difference. Most weaklings like yourself would have given up by now, or tried to run away.”
Buu grinned weakly. The thought had passed through his mind, but he knew his pride would never allow such a thing. Besides, he still had a few tricks up his sleeve. His red eyes darted around, trying to locate his sword, which he?d dropped some time between being crushed and flattened. Almost instantly his ki sense picked it up, still charged with his energy from before. Calling the metal to him, Supes was troubled to see that, instead of promptly flying through the air as it should have done, it only clattered weakly across the scattered debris. Buu was drained, and it was showing. Finally the hilt made its way into his hand, and he raised it up, ready to fight to the death.
Just as he was thinking about his next strategy, a voice from apparently nowhere startled him. Cut off his tail.
The monster’s mouth fell open as he realized two things simultaneously. Firstly that he was hearing voices, and that secondly; the voices were talking sense. It was all coming back to him now.
~*~*~*~
This hadn’t been Buu’s first war on Vegeta-sei. In the past, there had been a rebellion on Vegeta-sei, and he had done everything in his power to stop the fighting, in order to atone himself for his past sins against the saiyan race. He snorted at the irony. If he’d known that, only a few months later, there’d be another war here, he wouldn’t have killed all those saiyan rebels.
During the rebellion, Buu had fought alongside a girl called Bra. He’d only seen her once since that occasion, but in the middle of a killing contest, and apparently having undergone one of those bizarre human growth spurts. Buu never grew physically. If he ever wanted to be taller, he just had to stretch.
But he knew Bra had told him something about saiyan tails. What was it?
~*~*~*~
Buu clicked his fingers. That was it! Saiyans turned into monkeys on the full moon because of their tails. Something about ‘blute rays’ affecting their glands… the details were irrelevant. The point was, if he cut off Bardock’s tail — like he’d done to the faux commander during the previous war — he’d revert.
But who had spoken to him? The pink monster glanced around for anyone other than himself. Bardock had become distracted with another supersized soldier from the saiyan forces, and other than that, no-one was present. It was the second time he’d heard a voice — the first time being when he was back with his android buddies — and again he’d been the only one to hear it.
“Man,” muttered the gelatinous being, massaging his forehead. “Am I going crazy?”
No.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed Buu, jumping as if a flea had just bitten him. His head swiveled left and right, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. “Who’s saying that?”
A loud crash diverted the majin’s attention back to the nearby fight. Bardock clearly had the edge in power over his opponent, and he set about proving it by twisting the inferior oozaru’s neck. A sickening snap punctuated the Empire captain’s victory. He looked around, snarling like a dog at the other apes who’d been closing in. They knew strength when they saw it, and left the superpower to his duel.
“Now, where were we?” rumbled Bardock, causing the ground to shake as he turned back to the real enemy. “Ah yes…” His gaze landed on Super Buu, and blood seemed to cloud his red eyes once more. Whatever the oozaru warrior had been about to say was irrelevant; in his monkey state, the urge to kill took precedence over everything else. “Ready to die yet?”
Buu leant the flat edge of his sword against his bare back, grinning slyly. “Not quite yet,” he rumbled. With no warning, he doubled over. Convulsions ran through his pink body, as suddenly his trembling fingers began to clutch at the holes on his scalp. Rearing his head back, a roar of tremendous proportions erupted from his maw, sending shockwaves through the air, shattering windows in the nearby buildings.
Oozaru Bardock clutched at his ears, having already felt the pain of the Sonic Scream once. Squinting through the rippling air, he could barely discern the outline of Super Buu — glowing, and altering. It was as if evolution was taking place before the saiyan’s eyes.
And then, after what seemed like an eternity, the noise subsided. Standing in the wreckage was Super Buu, changed. A low growl escaped the majin’s lips.
“No more holding back.”
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(Bardock)
Oozaru Bardock roared in pain, his giant meat claws clasped over his pointed ears. An oozaru had incredibly heightened hearing, and the Sonic Scream that the puttalin warrior emitted was infinitely times more excruciating. Through squinted eyes, he could see something happening?something he probably wasn’t going to like.
Suddenly, the noise came to a halt. Bar’s ears were still ringing with their echo, and trickles of blood had oozed their way out. Two pairs of red orbs viewed the warrior that hovered before the evolved ape. The bio-magical construct had taken on a different form. His pudgy puttalin features had sharpened into finer points, and the forelock atop his pink head had elongated itself. Bardock snorted. He could feel pulsating waves of power radiate from the newly transformed Super Buu. What the saiyan felt was intense, and it did not bode well. Regardless, the Empire captain still had his massive girth to throw around, which was more than enough for Bardock at present.
To show his confidence, the saiya-jin licked a thumb and drew it along the slash mark still present on his face. The second the pad hit, steam hissed and the foul odor of burning ape flesh permeated the atmosphere. He drew it all along the slice, effectively cauterizing the wound. Then he slowly and deliberately did it to his arm. The scent of cooked tissue became almost overwhelming.
Meanwhile during this display, Buu used part of his back like a sheath, having two ‘spikes’ emerge and gently fold themselves over his blade, holding it in place.
The majin zipped forward like a bullet, initiating a frontal attack. The oozaru rammed his fist forth, the massive knuckles bearing down on the impending Buu. With a single hand, Buu caught the fist, stopping the motion, although not without difficulty. Still, the ability to do this surprised Bardock, and was not pleasing. Growling, the saiya-jin pushed his arm forward harder, but could barely budge his enemy. Realizing he couldn’t overpower the puttalin in this contest of strength, Bardock swiped his other hand out, grabbing Super Buu and firmly locking the pink fighter in his gargantuan monkey fingers.
Bardock moved his snout forward, snarling as he did so. His piercing red eyes started into those of the transformed fighter. Something else was different about the majin—his demeanor had completely changed. Gone was the playful arrogance, to be replaced with stone cold determination. It was no longer about the thrill, it had boiled down to the kill, and it was close at hand. The oozaru opened his mouth in a display of dominance. Super Buu’s newly formed nose wrinkled as he was blasted with steaming hot tendrils of fetid breath, the rank stench piercing his nostrils. Gobs of saliva drooled down the obscenely large oozaru’s lips. A giant pink tongue rolled out and licked the rows of pearly white fangs.
Normally a situation such as this would have prompted some witty comment of tic-tacs and such, but this was no longer the attitude of Super. Instead, his face darkened and his form quickly lost its shape, becoming several malleable blobs. The blobs easily slipped through the cracks of Bardock’s death grip, and reformed outside of it with sickening ease. A smaller gold metallic blob followed and willed itself into Buu’s waiting hand, reconstructing into a sword. Needless to say, this was cause for surprise, despite having seen it on more than one occasion by now.
Buu suddenly dropped his weapon and quickly interlaced his fingers, forming a giant fist, and brought them down crushingly upon the monkey’s nose. Bardock’s teeth clicked together and bit his tongue, inciting embarrassing pain. The majin dropped at an alarming rate and caught his blade as it was falling, and in a single motion, swooped over to the oozaru’s backside. With a conquering roar, Super Buu gripped his sword with both hands, pulled back the blade, and thrust it downward in a clean hack.
Bardock’s head suddenly reared back with an agonized bellow as he felt cold metal bite into his tender flesh. A resounding crash could be heard as a bridge cable-sized tail flopped to the ground, writhing like a beheaded snake until it settled to a standstill. Slowly, but surely, the mammoth oozaru began to revert to his original form. During this process, Bar’s thoughts became fuzzy and clouded.
I’m—I’m changing back? he groggily realized.
On the way down, his arms flailed wildly. Super Buu did his best to avoid this, but managed to get whacked. His sword was knocked violently from his hand and spun out of sight.
When the regression was finally complete, Bardock staggered about in his man form, trying to regain his senses. He looked straight ahead, and his vision focused just in time to see a pink fist colliding with his face. The saiyan was sent flying backwards and through the wall of a building.
It hurt. A lot. Much more than before.
It almost felt like when?
The thought was incomplete. Buu had materialized in front of Bardock and was whaling on him again. Funny, he hadn’t even bothered to recall his sword. But it didn’t matter—the majin wasn’t giving him enough time to think, let alone recover. Get your opponent down and keep them down, before they find a way to get the upper hand again—that was his strategy. As soon as Bar’s back hit another wall, Buu was there. He threw a massive uppercut into the saiyan’s gut, effectively knocking the breath from Bardock’s lungs. Then Super repeated: again, and again, and again. Soon the black-haired brawler was a pathetic, coughing mess. His eyelids fluttered open and closed, as if he were on the verge of losing consciousness. Finally, with a single punch, Buu released him, and once again the saiyan was sent flying.
Despite the pain that wracked his body, Bardock righted himself, and he quickly and forcibly summoned all of his energy, awakening it to aid him in his battle. An aura materialized in a flash, sending its luminescence in all directions. Even so, it would not be enough, he knew.
There was only one thing that could save him: Super Saiyan.
Come on—go—GO… he told himself, trying to flip the switch. Alas, he could not. He didn’t know how.
Super Buu was on top of him in seconds, and Bardock played the keep away game. A kick meant for him created a huge crater in the concrete, but Buu didn’t stall. The majin saw Bardock re-ignite his aura over and over, like some bad lighter that refused to stay lit, as the saiyan bobbed and weaved evasively.
Come on, COME ON! his mind hollered. All he was doing was powering up again and again, but it wasn’t helping, only further draining his energy when a top layer was burned off to surge ki through his veins. Where was the trigger? Frustration quickly fostered. He grabbed the folds of his cloak and threw them about, trying to throw off Super Buu’s precision strikes, making sure the keep the majin from grabbing them and yanking him around with it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his discarded items. They’d gone around in circles. With a leap of daring, he stooped low against a kick and grabbed them—using subsequent dodges to slap his scouter back on his face and stuff his bandana underneath a gauntlet.
At long last, Buu managed to throw out a right hook that Bardock couldn’t avoid, and had to reach up with his arm to block. His forearm pushed against Super’s wrist, but the puttalin gripped it in a hold. With unparalleled speed, he reached underneath with his left arm and began brutally punching the saiyan’s ribcage. Bardock physically and verbally recoiled from each strike until he heard a sharp crack. At the last punch, Super Buu released the Empire captain’s arm. The loose body flew, flipping awkwardly before Bardock face-planted into the ground some distance away.
On the floor, he wretched a mixture of saliva and blood, moving gingerly.
I think—my ribs are broken… he thought, coughing in pain. His armor had prevented any further damage than a few cracks in the bone. He’s—wearing me down…
Indeed, the Spiritken warrior was slowly disabling his opponent’s defenses, deliberately weakening the saiyan before delivering the coup de grace.
Get up—get up—if you’re gonna to die, you ain’t gonna do it on your knees!
Bardock didn’t have much time to act on it, as he felt two strong hands of puttalin grab a leg that was sticking out. Super dragged the bronze bruiser off the ground as the saiya-jin’s fingers dug rows in the dirt along the way. The bio-magical construct swung him around viciously before releasing in perfect hammer throw form.
Bardock sailed through the air at a dangerous rate. The only thing to break his fall was a pile of rubble, in which he slammed into back first. His entire body snapped back and then limply rolled forward, unmoving.
Off in the distance, Super Buu felt it was time. He sensed very little energy radiating from his opponent, and knew the deathblow was nigh. He walked slowly forward, a dark look on his face. Bardock didn’t stir.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of the roughneck’s mind, he heard a voice.
“Get a clue. You’re a disgrace to your race.”
Where had he heard that one before? For some reason, though, it sounded a lot like Super Buu’s. Suddenly, the subconscious of the saiyan was pulled backwards along the threads of time, the inner spirit gliding along a stream of memories.
“NO! Not you! Anyone but you!”
And then he could see himself. Transforming. Becoming a Super Saiya-jin. Somehow it just clicked. It had come from rage…extreme rage…
But Bardock still had a problem—he couldn’t move…
Back in the real world, Super Buu was coming closer, his modified shape looming into view. Mentally, he summoned his sword, and the reformed metal flew to its master’s outstretched hand upon his bidding.
“I was wrong about you, Selipa. You are saiyan, without a doubt. It’s in your blood. You crave this fight just like I do. But regardless, Selipa… you are still, to me, just another girl who’s in over her head.”
Bardock’s fingers twitched, and he felt himself be pulled back into reality.
“Just…”
His head slowly began to rise.
“…like…”
His eyelids slowly began to open.
“…Hasky.”
Bardock’s eyes snapped open to reveal twin orbs of pure turquoise.
As if pulled by invisible wires, his limp body rose from incapacity. Super Buu stopped in his tracks—something was wrong. Instead of Bardock’s energy being depleted, it was…going up?
In some invisible breeze, Bardock’s ebony hair began to float. Within the same instant, it flashed gold, stiffening into broad spikes. An aura of amazing ambiance surrounded his frame. Violent winds erupted from his sparkling silhouette. Super Buu looked on, bracing himself against the impact. Even though waves of pure ki rolled off his enemy, he would not be intimidated. Regardless, he was nudged backwards from the sheer force of power.
Bardock’s expression was pure rage. He was a titan. An elite. Something unstoppable. All pain had momentarily subsided. It was as if his injuries meant nothing, the throbbing ache of the bruises and breaks suppressed by the sheer fire that pulsed through his veins. Nothing was going to tear him down, and if they did, they were going to lose something doing it.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
The Super Saiyan’s composure was quickly dropped as he began to charge like a wild bull. While he had amassed great power, it seemed as though he was ruled purely by instinct: destroy, kill, demolish. It wasn’t as barbaric as an uncontrolled oozaru, but it delved into the depths of rampage. He was coming after Super Buu.
And he wouldn’t stop until he was dead.
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(Super Buu)
“Damn,” rumbled Buu, stunned, as his opponent closed in on him. The pink monster didn’t know whether to curse his luck or praise it. In the dying light of the battle, his foe had, of all things, become a Super Saiyan. Supes knew something — if only a little — about the golden-haired warriors of legend. Lord Vine had told him that it was extremely difficult for most saiyans reach the form, and that, unlike Buu’s own transformation, they initially lost almost all control over themselves. Against all odds, and unintentionally, Buu had managed to wake the sleeping dragon inside the caves of Bardock’s mind.
And yet, despite his inconceivably bad luck, the majin couldn’t help but grin. Opponents this strong were hard to come by, and it had been a while (a week was a long time by Super’s standards!) since he’d had a good challenge. It was for that very reason that Buu had held back on using Spiritken. Though he now had full control over the ability, he hated to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. Not only did it leave him exhausted, it took all the fun and challenge out of fights.
Now, however, Bardock had not just proved himself to be Buu’s equal, he’d proved himself to be Buu’s superior. The rubbery being could feel the waves of power radiating off his opponent, stretching out for miles like pheromones, asserting the monkey-hybrid’s dominance as the alpha male of this city. Bardock was the stronger of the two, and both of them knew it.
To Buu, however, that only meant one thing. Raised one tightly-clenched fist, the monster’s grin took on a manic edge as he bristled with anticipation. As his golden-haired adversary closed in, two very predictable words escaped the monster’s lips.
“A challenge!”
BANG.
The punch connected, and suddenly Buu was thrown backwards as if a stick of dynamite had gone off next to his face. He had but a second to spin through the air, mouth agape in shock, before an agonizing pain cut through his back. The monster opened his eyes to see that Bardock had flickered behind him, cutting short his aerial ascension. What was more shocking, however, was that the saiyan’s fist was protruding from his chest.
Arching his neck around awkwardly, Buu caught a glimpse of his opponent’s face. Bardock was lost in rage, his eyes frighteningly devoid of any shred of humanity. With the sound of a boot being pulled out of thick mud, the saiyan wrenched his hand back out through Buu’s back, and, with his other arm, delivered a strike to the back of the majin’s head that would have been fatal to almost any other opponent. Being as he was, though, the gelatinous being was simply sent ground-bound with a smarting headache.
“Son of a bitch…” Buu coughed, trying to see through the cloud of debris his impromptu descent had awakened. Looking up through the smoke, he could see an approaching silhouette, and he leapt backwards just in time to see a fist smash into the ground where he had been mere seconds before.
Exiting the cloud of debris, forelock trailing forwards in the cold air, Buu tried to sense where his opponent was. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pinpoint it. The invisible markings of Bardock’s energy were everywhere, all around him. By the time he felt a growing concentration approaching from below, it was far too late.
“I’m going to rip you limb from limb,” snarled Bardock, his hand tightly locked around the majin’s ankle. Pulling sharply downwards, the golden-haired brawler launched his adversary at the ground, following up with a flurry of energy blasts.
Laying on the shattered ground, Super Buu gulped in breaths of air. Even immersed in Spiritken, he could feel his body beginning to give up on him. Steeling himself for the pain, he tried to regenerate the massive hole through his chest that Bardock’s earlier punch had left. His body’s healing process was normally fairly fluid and automatic, but now he had to make a conscious effort to make it happen. The majin could feel beads of sweat forming on his chest, as the threads of his body painstakingly sewed themselves back together.
But Bardock wasn’t going to wait. Descending from the sky with the speed and power of a nuclear bomb, he crashed into his enemy. Thrusting his hands into the still-regenerating hole in Buu’s chest, he began to pull apart. The majin cried out in anguish as he felt the wound open wider and wider, his strength giving way as he felt the tear spread up through his chest.
Then, with a sickening scream, the monster was ripped in two.
Purple liquid splattered the saiyan bruiser as Buu’s lifeblood spilled out through the gaping wounds. With no way for his consciousness to inhabit two bodies at once, the monster was forced back into the biggest remaining piece of himself — his right side. The rest of his body, from his entire left leg, running up his torso, all the way to his face, lay discarded on the shattered pavement like a piece of chewed gum.
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