"What is that?" Babidi asked, scratching his head.
"That's the smoke from inside the crystal," Piccolo said, his voice low.
"N-No…" The Supreme Kai's smile froze again.
The pink smoke was starting to take human shape.
Pop!
Majin Buu's body returned to its original form. A fat pink figure appeared in the air, yawning and stretching before slowly floating down.
Gohan and the others looked terrible.
Buu quickly looked around and saw mostly familiar faces.
There were only three people he did not recognize.
Then Buu suddenly remembered something and glanced around warily, checking whether Zeno-sama was nearby.
Looks like he isn't here.
Great.
And isn't that the idiot Supreme Kai?
What's he doing here?
And his attendant too.
"Piccolo, is that Majin Buu?" Gohan asked.
"I've never seen him before, but judging by the Supreme Kai's face, I'd say yes," Piccolo said grimly.
"So the fat guy who just showed up is this Majin Buu they were talking about?" Cabba asked Caulifla.
"He looks hilarious," Caulifla said with a grin.
Cabba glanced at her hair.
Your hair is pretty hilarious too.
"Don't look at my hair!" Caulifla caught his look instantly and snapped at him.
Cabba scratched his head awkwardly and quickly looked away.
"Hey, are you Majin Buu?" Babidi ran up to him excitedly.
Buu looked at him sideways and said nothing.
"Majin Buu, I'm Babidi. Your creator Bibidi was my father!" Babidi introduced himself. "I heard you were sealed away before. It took a lot of work, but I finally found a way to free you."
Buu kept staring at him without a word.
"Starting today, I'm your master! Hahaha!" Babidi laughed.
"Turn into chocolate," Buu said, the antenna on his head twitching toward Babidi.
Babidi blinked and leaned in, trying to figure out what Buu had said.
Snap!
A flash of purple lightning struck Babidi.
In an instant, his body twisted and shrank into a piece of chocolate shaped like him.
Buu calmly picked up the chocolate, tossed it into his mouth, and crunched down.
"Peh! Peh! Peh!"
After two bites, Buu spat it out.
"Gross. Not as tasty as chocolate made from a God of Destruction." Buu looked disappointed, then glanced at the Supreme Kai with a teasing look.
The Supreme Kai froze, his face turning awful.
"Hey, where is this? It feels like Earth," Buu asked, looking at the Supreme Kai.
"Y-Yes. It's Earth," the Supreme Kai quickly nodded.
"I'm hungry. Make me food!" Buu ordered.
"Damn it, Majin Buu! What kind of attitude is that? Do you know who you're talking to?" Kibito could not hold back and shouted at him.
Buu looked sideways at Kibito, his narrow eyes slowly opening.
Kibito immediately started shaking, his face going pale.
…
Back at the World Martial Arts Tournament.
The audience was completely confused. Everyone kept whispering to one another, with no idea what was happening.
"Uh… as you all saw, several contestants left for unknown reasons," the referee said, barely holding himself together as he raised the microphone. "This is an unprecedented situation, so the tournament committee is currently discussing what to do. Please wait a moment!"
Inside, the referee was screaming.
They finally had a chance to watch Goku and the others fight, and then they all just flew away for some reason.
The committee staff were gathered together, trying to decide what came next.
"It's been almost an hour. We should disqualify them."
"How many fighters are left?"
"Let's see… six in total."
"Six fighters? What do we do with that?"
The staff kept discussing, trying to come up with the best solution.
"Hmph. Those missing fighters must have been afraid of me!" Mr. Satan said. He had already returned to the waiting room and was smiling at the people behind him.
The remaining contestants were Krillin, Mighty Mask, Android 16, Android 21, and Jewel.
Videl had tried chasing after Gohan and the others but failed to catch up. She was still flying back, so she was not with the group.
"In other words, the fact that you stayed here means you're all quite brave," Mr. Satan said, smiling at Krillin and the others.
Krillin and the others said nothing.
"You talk too much," Zarek said with a frown.
"It's an honor to be praised by Mr. Satan," Jewel said with a grin.
"That's it! I've got an idea!" Mr. Satan suddenly said, then walked toward the staff.
Jewel blinked, not knowing what he was planning.
Krillin and the others stayed quiet.
They were here for the prize money anyway.
"Android 21, unless something weird happens, that prize money is ours," Krillin said, his smile growing brighter.
"You first, me second, Android 16 third. That's a pretty good payout," Android 21 said with a nod.
"Yeah, we'll finally have money to spend," Krillin said happily.
"No hiding money from me. I'll decide what we do with the prize money," Android 21 said calmly.
Krillin went quiet.
His head drooped, and all his excitement vanished.
How am I supposed to live without a secret stash?
Android 21 narrowed her eyes at him. "That face tells me you're already hiding money somewhere."
"No! Why would I hide money from you?" Krillin said quickly, waving his hands.
"Hmph. If I find out you're hiding money from me, you're dead," Android 21 said, raising her fist.
Krillin wanted to cry.
Marrying someone he could not beat was rough.
Android 16 stood silently to the side, his expression barely changing.
Jewel glanced at Android 21, his eyes moving restlessly.
After stepping outside, Mr. Satan raised his fist high and shouted to the audience, "Everyone, don't worry! As long as I'm here, any problem can be solved! You all came here to cheer for me, didn't you?"
"Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!"
The crowd clapped and cheered, shouting the name of their hero.
Mr. Satan smiled as he walked over to the staff.
"I have a suggestion. You should consider it," he said.
"Ah… Mr. Satan, what kind of suggestion?" one staff member asked.
"A battle royal! Disqualify those cowards right now, and let the six remaining fighters enter the ring together," Mr. Satan said with a smile. "With only six people left, a normal bracket would be boring. A battle royal would be much more exciting!"
"But… a battle royal…" One staff member hesitated, already worried for him.
"What? You don't like my suggestion? Then I'll go home too," Mr. Satan said, turning away with an unhappy snort.
"No, no! It's a wonderful idea!" another staff member quickly agreed.
"Then announce it," Mr. Satan said to the referee.
The referee nodded and stepped into the ring with the microphone.
"Everyone, thank you for waiting. We have just received a suggestion from Mr. Satan. The remaining six fighters will now compete in a battle royal!" the referee announced. "All six fighters will enter the ring together, and the last fighter standing will be the champion. Second and third place will be decided from there."
"As expected of Mr. Satan!"
"This is great!"
The crowd cheered and applauded, thrilled by Mr. Satan's idea.
"That was an excellent suggestion," the staff member who had hesitated earlier said to Mr. Satan with a smile. "I never expected you to suggest a battle royal. Your courage is truly impressive."
"Huh? Courage?" Mr. Satan froze.
"Of course. In a battle royal, a champion like you will definitely be targeted by the other fighters," the staff member said with a laugh.
"Hahaha! If I were afraid of something that small, I wouldn't be a real champion!" Mr. Satan laughed boldly while panicking inside.
This is bad.
Am I an idiot? Why did I suggest something so stupid?
"Now, let me introduce the six fighters taking part in this battle royal!" the referee announced with a smile. "First, of course, the champion you all know: Mr. Satan!"
Mr. Satan walked into the ring with his head lowered.
But the moment he stepped onto the stage, his energy returned.
He raised both hands high and struck a victory pose.
"Next is the only female fighter in this tournament, the strangely named Android 21," the referee continued. "Then we have Mighty Mask, who lost in the first round of the previous tournament. After that is Krillin, who won his first match earlier. Our fifth fighter is the equally strangely named Android 16. And finally, Jewel, hugely popular with the female audience and the runner-up who lost to Mr. Satan in the last tournament!"
Jewel was handsome, and he blew a kiss toward the women in the crowd.
"Waaah!"
The women screamed, looking ready to jump into the ring.
Jewel immediately walked over to Android 21.
"You're way too pretty for me to fight," Jewel said with a smile. "How about dinner after this?"
"Sure," Android 21 said with a nod.
Jewel felt like happiness had dropped into his lap.
Being handsome really made it easy to ask beautiful women out.
This one looks unique too.
I really want to lick her feet.
Jewel smacked his lips.
"But you'll have to ask my husband if he agrees," Android 21 said, nodding toward Krillin.
Jewel froze.
When he saw Krillin, he stared.
That short little guy with no nose is her husband?
"Are you joking?" Jewel asked, refusing to believe it.
How could a woman that beautiful have a husband that ugly?
"I never joke," Android 21 said calmly.
"Is he… rich?" Jewel asked.
"No. He's broke," Android 21 answered.
Jewel went silent.
No money, ugly face… what does she see in him?
"I get it. You must smell really bad," Jewel said, suddenly thinking he had figured it out. "That's why you married a man without a nose."
As he spoke, Jewel leaned in and sniffed Android 21.
Android 21's face turned dark.
"This battle royal has no time limit. The match begins now!" the referee shouted.
Mr. Satan clenched his teeth and watched the other fighters warily.
Come at me.
I, Mr. Satan, won't be afraid of you.
"Who are you saying smells bad?" Android 21 said angrily. She grabbed Jewel by the collar and lifted him off the ground.
Jewel froze, never expecting this woman to be so strong.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Android 21 slapped him hard across the face several times.
Jewel's face twisted under the blows, and several of his back teeth flew out.
Then Android 21 kicked him out of the ring.
"Android 21, don't hit him too hard. You can't kill anyone," Krillin quickly said, stepping forward.
"Krillin, do I smell bad?" Android 21 snorted.
"Smell? What smell?" Krillin froze.
"Never mind," Android 21 said.
Right. You don't have a nose.
Of course you can't smell anything.
"The match has only just begun, and Jewel has already been eliminated by Android 21!" the referee quickly announced.
A smile appeared on Mr. Satan's face.
The most annoying one is gone.
Now it's just a few useless guys. Perfect.
How should I deal with the rest of them?
At that moment, the three boys stacked inside Mighty Mask grew serious.
"Where did Dad and the others go?" Goten asked.
"No idea," Trunks said.
"Forget that. Let's win first," Zarek said with a grin. "Winning both the Junior Division and the Adult Division? Just thinking about it gets me excited."
"Zarek, Android 21 is the strongest one here, right?" Trunks asked.
"No. It should be Android 16," Zarek said.
"Yeah, Zarek's right. Android 16 seems stronger," Goten said from the bottom, nodding.
"Goten, stop moving so much. Don't nod randomly," Trunks said through clenched teeth.
Goten went quiet.
"All right. Our target is Android 16," Zarek said with a snort.
"Should we transform?" Trunks asked.
"Not yet," Zarek said, shaking his head. "If we transform, they'll figure us out."
Then Zarek stared fixedly at Android 16.
Android 16 calmly looked back at Mighty Mask, feeling that something about his body proportions was strange.
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