Captain America stood silently, observing the bizarre figure before him. He had seen many strange beings throughout his life—some from Earth, others from beyond the stars—but this new entity was in a league of its own.
He recalled meeting Thor and Loki. Though aliens, they still resembled humans—tall, strong, regal. Even the Chitauri, grotesque as they were, still fell within the realm of what the captain imagined extraterrestrials might look like.
But this? This pink, round, rubbery being with antennae and an impish smile?
In the captain's mind, this was the very definition of an alien.
Even Bruce Banner, when transformed into the Hulk, retained something fundamentally human—traces of emotion, reason, familiarity in the eyes. But this new arrival? He radiated an entirely different energy. A chaotic, childlike, and possibly destructive presence.
Still, the captain wasn't entirely shocked.
He'd seen a lot—alternate dimensions, time travel, Norse gods, sentient robots. What was one more alien in the grand scheme of things?
And according to the brief he'd received, this one might actually be an ally.
Stepping forward, the captain asked politely, "Excuse me. Are you the one who came to help us?"
Majin Buu blinked twice, then grinned cheerfully.
Before Buu could respond, the scene shifted to the chat group, where the other watchers were already commenting.
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Beerus: "Hmm, not bad. This employer took the initiative to find help. Unlike the ones I've met—I always had to be begged."
Krillin: "Haha, same here. But I think it's because this guy—Captain or whatever—has seen a lot of strange stuff. He probably figured Buu wasn't an enemy, so he stepped up."
Piccolo: "Makes sense. He's been fighting beings from outer space, surrounded by allies with all kinds of bizarre powers. This guy has experience."
Tien: "Right. Did you see how he tensed up when the portal appeared? He got into a fighting stance instantly. He probably thought Buu was another alien invader."
Tien: "Honestly, I was worried. If he attacked Buu first, Buu might've snapped and turned him into chocolate. Or worse."
Beerus: "Yeah, that would've been awkward. Employer getting wiped out before the mission even starts."
Champa: "Well, if the mission can't be done, at least eliminate the one who posted it. Problem solved, right?"
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In the group chat, someone pinged Goku and Vegeta.
Jack: "@Son Goku, @Vegeta — hey, are you two still dealing with Frieza?"
Jack: "Why not finish him off first before watching Buu's mission?"
Goku: "@Jack — No worries, Lord Jack! With Lord Beerus here, Frieza doesn't dare make a move. We can chill and enjoy Buu's mission first. Then we'll go smack Frieza around."
Vegeta: "Hmph. Frieza is nothing. I can squash him anytime. Watching others complete their missions is way more entertaining."
Beerus: "Still, Jack makes a good point. If Frieza suddenly stirs up trouble while we're watching, that'd be annoying."
Goku: "Lord Beerus, should we just… take him out?"
Beerus: "No need. Frieza isn't worth the effort. He doesn't even qualify to die by my hand. But I'll make sure he doesn't disturb us while we're busy."
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On the battlefield, Frieza stared in stunned silence at the group before him.
He had been keeping a low profile, unsure why Goku and Vegeta were suddenly acting so calm. But the real mystery was Beerus—the God of Destruction—standing alongside them like a companion.
Why is Beerus protecting them?
Since when are they all so friendly?!
More importantly, what the hell was this "mission" they kept talking about?!
Frieza knew what a mission was. He was the emperor of the universe, after all. He assigned missions all the time—conquests, assassinations, planetary subjugations.
But a mission that even a God of Destruction would actively try to "snatch"?
That made zero sense.
Even more baffling, Goku and Vegeta were treating it like a competition.
Who had the power to assign such a mission that even Beerus would obey it?
Frieza grew more agitated the more he thought about it. The pieces didn't fit. He hated not understanding.
And then—Beerus turned to him.
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Beerus: "Frieza, I have to say—you've been surprisingly obedient. Just standing there like a good little dog. I'm impressed."
Frieza's eyes narrowed, his pride stinging.
Beerus: "But to make absolutely sure you don't cause any problems while we're watching Buu's mission, I'll be taking some precautions."
He flicked his finger casually.
A pinpoint of dark energy no larger than a rice grain shot from Beerus' fingertip, flying toward Frieza.
Before Frieza could react, the dot expanded into a swirling black void, surrounding him completely.
Frieza gasped.
He wasn't being attacked—the energy didn't touch him. It hovered around him, a black spherical field like a bubble, leaving a small space between it and his body.
But he felt it.
A soul-crushing pressure. As if death itself was breathing down his neck.
He knew instantly: if he so much as touched that energy, he would be annihilated. Not even dust would remain.
Even though nothing had physically happened yet, his instincts screamed in warning.
And Frieza, arrogant as he was, knew when not to take chances.
This was Beerus. The God of Destruction didn't play games.
He had watched Beerus destroy planets with a sneeze. The idea that this energy field could vaporize him was very, very real.
But that just made everything worse.
Beerus wasn't even trying to kill him. If he wanted to, he would've already done it. But this was something else—containment.
Why?
Why trap him like this just to "watch Buu complete a mission"?
Was he not behaving?
Had he done something wrong?
He'd been standing quietly this whole time!
And what mission was Buu even doing?
Wasn't Majin Buu supposed to be defeated already? According to his intel, Goku and his allies had taken care of Buu a long time ago.
So why was Buu back?
Why was he working with Goku now?
And how did Beerus already know Buu had taken a mission?
Frieza hadn't seen Buu at all until moments ago. But Beerus seemed fully informed.
Worse—Beerus had said they were going to watch Buu complete the mission.
Watch? Watch how?!
Frieza looked around. There was no screen, no battlefield in sight, no intergalactic projector. Just empty air and a bunch of people standing around.
Was Beerus just staring into space?
Could he see into other dimensions or timelines?
Maybe. He was a god, after all.
But Goku and Vegeta were also acting like they were watching something, and they weren't gods.
How were they all viewing this mission? Was there some higher power behind it?
Frieza's mind spun in circles, every answer just raised more questions.
He clenched his fists, powerless.
And furious.
He, the emperor of the universe, was being sealed off like a misbehaving child, while his enemies stood around watching something he couldn't see, discussing secrets he didn't understand.
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Frieza: This… this is unbearable! I don't know what's going on, and I hate it! I want to scream! I want to destroy something! I… I want to EMO!
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But Frieza dared not act rashly.
That energy—so dark, so silent—hovered just inches from his skin.
Even the slightest twitch might set it off.
So all he could do was stand there. Seething. Puzzled. Powerless.
Inside his prison of godly energy, Frieza's frustration only grew.
He wanted answers. He wanted revenge.
But more than anything… he just wanted this to make sense.
And it didn't.
So instead, all he could do…
Was emo.
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