Majin Buu
The sound of numerous footsteps alerted me to the fact that there were more Gordanians on the way, Blackfire spoke up as the alien soldiers were on fast approach "So any plans you have in mind?" She asked, earning my attention again, as I gave her a sideways glance. The elder sister of Starfire expressed a curious gaze as she landed down on her feet after flying in, she then expressed a rather humorous look as she observed the plentiful amount of bodies I knocked aside.
"You said you want to find the bridge, but we'll be bogged down with all these ruffians." Blackfire smugly smirked, while giving me a sideways look. Girl, you see these bodies, don't you? They barely hurt me with their weapons.
I walked towards the entrance from which both of us could hear the rush of footsteps heading our way, "Buu knows few ways to make this fast, but Buu wants to have fun first." I responded, again, my awkward speech keeps filling in what I mean to say.
I wanted to try something I remember seeing somewhere.
"Oh?" Blackfire questioned behind me, right as the door in front of us opened, showing dozens of more Gordanians. "I don't know, they seem more than happy to have fun in their own way." I had my back turned towards her, but I could tell from the inflection of her voice that she was smirking.
Knowing her personality, I had to be right.
Just as the front line soldiers hastily aimed their weapons at me, I was already in front of one of them with a burst of speed; I quickly stretched my arm down to grab the first Gordanian by the leg, and lifted up up by it to use him as a impromptu battering tool.
Before any of them could react in a split second, I swung the Gordanian into his allies like swinging a baseball bat; The Gordanian in my hands screamed in agonizing pain, while the others that were hit by their own yelled in anger and pain as they were batted off. I began to swing hard with the Gordanian in my hands, sending more aliens flying off behind the crowd.
After I heard no more shouts of pain from the alien in my hands, I threw him up over my head, and sent him into the crowd; alien blood flew into the air, with bits of viscera.
Was this overkill? Against slavers and raiders? No.
Should I have just turned the ship into another thing of chocolate? Perhaps. But I wanted to claim this ship as mine. I always wanted to travel through the stars…of course, I could just use that teleport thing I learned from Hecate, while honing in on lifeforms to figure out the closest planet with a possible civilization…but I wanted to experience a Space faring adventure!
I'd have my own ship, but then I'd need a crew…
Eh, I'll figure it out later, I'll just kill the captain and turn the rest of the crew into candy, possibly learn how to navigate the ship without having to absorb any of them.
Bringing myself back to reality from my random thoughts, the hallways were now filled with nothing but bloodied up bodies from blunt force trauma, while the alien that I threw had seemingly bounced along the hallways walls and was now stuck inside a broken wall that his body caved into.
Pained groans and whimpers filled the hallway by the Gordanian soldiers, leaving me to hear the footsteps of Blackfire approach and walk past me with her hands on her hips, she turned and gave me a sideways glance a smug look, "And here I thought I would have to get my hands dirty with this." she remarked.
Knowing her, she'd most likely just done the bare minimum, while letting everyone else do the lion's share. Her character archetype kinda strikes me as that sort, but this timeline was all jumbled. The blackfire standing before me might be the same one I remember, but at the same time subtly different.
I spoke back to Blackfire, giving her a bit of an amused smirk, "Buu doubts that." I shot back, received a bit of a frown back from her, before she scoffed and smirked once more.
"Oh please." Blackfire shot back as she pretended to examine her nails, and held them out, before clenching them hard into a fist, and gnashed her teeth, "I am more than capable of dispatching these slavers." she hissed out the last word.
Well, good to know Blackfire has some backbone against certain evil actions.
I turned around and took stock of how many Gordanians were lying about, groaning in pain. I was still feeling a hankering for caramel and chocolate; without further thinking on the matter, I willed magic into my antennae, and shot out a pink beam across all incapacitated aliens, even the ones in the room where I landed.
Once I was done, I took stock that all previous aliens bodies were now large bodies of chocolate; the Gordanians were transformed into standing chocolate soldiers of themselves, a chocolatey exterior with caramel inside of them.
"....er…" I turned to look around and saw Blackfire was in the midst of looking at my handiwork with a measured look of uncertainty. "Are…are they all alive as that stuff?" she questioned with a bit of an aghast look.
In all fairness, she just saw me turn living beings into chocolate. I nodded at her, "Lizard aliens were slavers and raiders, yes?" I questioned back, while I walked over to one, punched the hollow chocolate soldiers with my fist, letting out oozing caramel to steadily flow out. I grabbed and broke off the soldier's chocolate arm filled with caramel, and took it with me to eat on the way to the bridge. "Buu don't hold sympathy for those that steal other's freedoms."
I stopped once I was beside Blackfire, who looked down at me with widened eyes while her arms were crossed, "Blackfire girl is more than welcome to grab herself a piece." I nodded at the rest of the chocolate soldiers standing at attention. A macabre scene to be sure, if one knew what they were before…but…they were an evil race of extraterrestrials, I could not give two shits to slave traffickers.
"What did you even turn them into?" Blackfire replied back to me, with a hesitant tone, making me turn around and look back at her, right as I took a large bite into the hollow chocolate arm filled with caramel.
Swallowing my bite, I spoke with a frank tone, "Chocolate, with Caramel inside." I responded, before I shook the arm in my hand a bit, "Does Black hair girl's planet not have sweet things?"
Blackfire inspected my work once more, before she walked off towards me, "We do, we just don't have this chocolate or caramel stuff." she smirked a bit with a flippant gesture while she walked past me, I turned around to walk after her as she spoke, "We have Gan'noshria, a very sweet fruit one can grow on Tamaran." she informed me.
Thinking of plants and meat on other planets, I can only imagine the amount of culinary cuisine humans have yet to conquer.
Before we stepped any further however, Blackfire spoke again to me with curious gaze, "By the way, you wouldn't have visited a world named Tamaran, would you?" she asked with a narrowed eyed look.
…That was a bit out of left field…
I stopped and stood beside her to glance at her, "Buu woke up recently without full memories of past self, perhaps Buu had visited Black haired girl's home, but Buu doubts Black haired girl's people would not live to tell tales of Buu's past." I shook my head slowly, giving Blackfire a dark look.
Blackfire cupped her chin, and responded, her brows furrowed in deep thought.
I walked past Blackfire, but not without speaking to her as I walked with my back to her, "Buu remembers being something bad to universe, planet busting bad, that's all Buu remembers." This was true in the sense that I knew Buu had to be that sort, as the operandi of a chaotic kid Buu was someone that did nothing but want to destroy and fight.
But the question is, besides the fact that Hecate knew about me, and no doubt the gods of this Earth, but how far reaching did Buu accomplish his rampages in this universe?
I mean, for all I knew, Buu was probably used by Darkseid to destroy a few dozen planets before Buu had enough of being under his control and just fucked off to another dimension or something. My money is on the fact that Buu had to have been used by Darkseid in the eons past, but had not needed to resort to brainwashing…
After all, Buu was already a prepackaged chaotic creature that had no morality on destroying anything in his path, Darkseid would only need to beat the piss out of Buu, before he directed Buu to be useful to him.
But that's the thing, What Darkseid iteration existed in this universe? Teen Titans the show never went that far, they only faced off against Trigon, another entity I am sure Buu might have or might have not interacted with.
I had the events of Buu fighting the Kais to go off from as an example, and I'm one hundred percent sure that Bibidi and Babidi never had full control over Buu, they just directed his attention on targets to fill his need for destruction and mayhem; the fact of the matter is, it is totally within the realm of possibility that Buu traveled across this universe and its dimensions the gods inhabited to start shit with them.
While I continued making my way to the bridge, with directional assistance from Blackfire, and the random occurrence of running into more Gordanian soldiers, I continued my inner thinking.
I really did need to stop pussy footing around, and figure out a good training regiment to understand the full capabilities of my new body. Ki afterall is supposedly composed of body, mind and soul, or something like that.
I've tried using telekinesis, but I've failed many times, with some mild success of getting something to float up just barely. I remember seeing the Dragonball characters do it, with Cell being an example of using an entire mountain or something to create his arena from it all.
Perhaps if I actually trained, it would help my soul merge better with this body, and allow me to speak plain english.
I've lived a life of mediocrity in my last life, but this new life of mine would no doubt demand that I prepare better than just wait for trouble to smack me upside the head. It's like the case with Frieza in Resurrection F, he never trained a day in his life, but once he put in the effort, he ascended to a better form of power.
This body of mine had immense power and strength behind it, so the same principle might apply as well to my situation.
"Ah, we're here." Blackfire's voice broke me out of my internal musings, as she was now in front of me, but had quickly stepped aside with a coy smirk, and gestured to the doors, "You first!" she offered me.
…okay, I know what she's doing, but I am more curious as to what the leader of the ship has up his sleeves.
Trogaar
His fists clenched in anger, he had chased after those two Tamaran princesses after they sacked three of his ships, and now after chasing them to this quadrant of space, he's on the very planet that he sent his men off to to trade that Prince for a hefty sum of alloys the human traded with them.
This wasn't the first time he's done business with this planet, a backwater planet it was, and the humans were far from being anywhere close to a spacefaring civilization, but the humans at the very same time were technology advanced enough to be close to one.
He cared little for that though, he just cared about doing business in the slave and raiding business, and business has been good for a while.
While his crew continued to man the controls, he stood at the center. He looked down at the very thin piece of metal built into his armor he wore over his chest, and could not help but grin in satisfaction. After raiding several asteroid mining companies, he's been able to gather enough Nth metal to accommodate him for his desired piece of armor.
If he were more bold and stupid, he'd have raided Thanagar for the abundant amount the plant had, but he settled for raiding asteroid companies that were able to mine out small portions of the metal.
Now, Trogaar was equipped with possibly the best armor. It boosted his own strength, afforded him flight, and a few other capable feats the metal was able to do.
Trogaar smirked more as he lifted his arm up, and willed his armor to move to his arm, and transform it into a blade, before he willed it back to being on his chest. He was very excited to test this new toy of his out, and what better than that Pink Alien! He's seen through the footage just minutes ago, the alien turned the first ship into some odd looking thing that cracked and broke with some odd viscous stuff falling out of it.
That was no doubt magic, some Nth metal was able to counter. Trogaar turned around once he heard the door behind him get slammed open, that is to say, the doorways was folded open from the side and rolled up by that Pink alien creature with one of the princesses behind him.
Trogaar couldn't help but watch with some measure of entertainment that the pink alien pulled the rolled up door, yanked out and threw it at him like a barbarian throwing a spear.
He scoffed and quickly caught the rolled up metal door by the end of it, while the force of the thrown object caused him to slide back a bit on his feet. He laughed, and tossed the ineffective 'weapon' aside, "Foolishness!" he crowed in delight, the Nth metal armor was already providing him ample strength to deal with this super strength alien.
Just as Trogaar was about to boast about how the pink alien had no chance against him and his armor, he had for a split second remembered the damnable alien had stopped the previous ship with his strength alone.
Before he realized it, a pink fist inserted itself into his chest; Trogaar looked steadily down, and so that the alien had thrown his fist into him.
None of that stretching he saw from the footage he's seen. No. The alien actually threw his fist into his chest, while leaving himself without a hand, just a stubble where his hand was. Trogaar tried to speak, but the wind was knocked so hard out of him, he steadily looked up while unable to catch his breath.
His lips moved while his lungs burned and his chest felt on fire.
The pink alien smiled nastily at him, before the pink being lifted his arm and wrist stump, making the fist planted in his chest to fly back to him and attach itself back onto his wrist.
Trogaar finally fell to his knees and fell flat onto his face, a breath finally escaped his mouth as he wheezed out. What happened to his Nth metal armor?!
Oh wait, he was starting to feel that it was healing his chest back up; his carapace and bones snapping back into place as the feeling of the Nth metal armor seeped into his chest. This is perhaps that symbiosis ability the metal is capable of, he's only heard rumors about it…
Meanwhile, as Trogaar laid face flat on the ground with his rear end in the air, a compromising position to be sure, he heard his men charge at the two intruders.
While Trogaar struggled to pick himself during the healing process of the metal providing his body, pink energy filled his vision, before it ceased, allowing Trogaar to see nothing but colorful balls of…something.
Trogaar finally stood up while keeping a hand on his chest where the pink freak of nature threw a fist into, he seethed a bit and looked at what his men were turned into. Whatever, he could fly the ship himself, it'd just be difficult…no wait, he had an escape pod somewhere in the bridge, he just needed to run to it and come back to the planet later for revenge!
Trogaar scowled and finally removed his hand from his chest, "You think you've beaten me, huh!?" He challenged the other alien.
The pink one frowned at him, before he pointed at Trogaar, "Buu's confused, why's armored lizard not turn into candy, what is armor made of!?" he demanded, a confused look crossing his features.
…Buu? Did the pink freak of magic just refer to himself in third person?
....and where has he read that name from before?
Trogaar steadily backed away, "Easy." he smirked confidently, biding his time as he backed up into the control panel, feeling for the escape pod button. He patted his chest pride, "Got Nth metal on me! Protects me against all types of magic!" he boasted, before finally slamming his fist into the button for the escape pod.
Before his fist even made it to the button however, a sharp pain exploded in his face, as the alien known as 'Buu' had quickly launched himself at him with a flat kick to the face. His jaw felt like it snapped off, while the bones in his head cracked.
In an instant, Trogaar felt himself get kicked out of his own ship from the front end of it, before feeling the coldness of water surrounding him. He'd need to recover from this, and escape back to the Citadel.
Surely they or the Psions knew something about this Buu alien.
Then, he'd get his revenge with their help!