It was darkness, a void, until…
The man opened his eyes. Around him there was only destruction—broken ground, burning craters, and a sky torn by unnatural energy. His body felt strange, overwhelming, overflowing with raw power.
"Where am I?" he muttered, his own voice sounding alien to his ears.
He staggered forward, crimson eyes scanning the ruined battlefield. The world around him was nothing but ruin. The ground lay shattered, broken into jagged craters that still smoked from recent blasts. Dust and ash clung to the air, thick and suffocating, while the sky churned with unnatural clouds, torn apart by flashes of pink and violet lightning.
Then his gaze stopped on a single figure.
A man with a ridiculous afro, trembling on the ground, clutching at his chest as if the world itself had betrayed him and behind him a little dog that was staring back.
"...Where have I seen him before?"
Then it clicked. His jaw dropped. "Is that… Mr. Satan? Holy shit."
He looked down at his own pink, muscled body, the aura of raw destruction swirling around him. His reflection glimmered faintly in the rubble.
"No way… I was reincarnated in Dragon Ball. And as Super buu no less. Fuck yeah"
Then it hit him.
"Fuck! I'm Super Buu."