Chapter 10

Buu watched the Super Saiyan levitate in the middle of empty space with a glare almost as murderous as his own. Goku was obviously sensing the demon’s energy just as Kid Buu was. And what he could feel from the Saiyan was overwhelming.

Goku was no longer a single entity. His entire being was a collage of different souls sewn to his own spirit to create a monstrosity of a creature. He was a patchwork of untold billions, every one of them screaming for revenge. It was difficult to sense Goku’s power level at first due to having so many other qi signatures attached to the Saiyan.

“I see,” Buu said. “So the Trampled Innocence attached itself to another Saiyan, despite my best efforts.”

His eyes narrowed on the glowing yellow creature.

“Lost in the turmoil of others' free will…” Kid Buu said. “You have made yourself a slave to the desire of others rather than living as your own person. And that…”

He shook his head.

“Has proved to be far more a danger than living selfishly,” Buu said.

“Who are you?” Goku asked. “One of Freeza’s kin?”

Buu laughed at this.

“No,” he chortled. “I am…beyond anything Freeza could hope to match up to. I am far older than Freeza could hope to be, even with immortality. You could even say I…”

His smiled at his next sentence.

“Created Freeza,” Kid Buu stated.

At this the Super Saiyan’s expression broke. His face had been nothing more than utter rage up to this point shattering was cathartic to Buu. Mad pleasure surged through him upon watching this display of confusion and panic overcome Goku. He was disappointed to find the expression quickly reversed back to anger.

“Created?!” Goku asked. “Freeza?! H-How…How what are-?”

And then Goku fell silent. Buu could tell Goku's attention was distracted as the Saiyan’s eyes darted away from Buu. The demon could tell what was happening.

“Let me guess…” Buu said. “The Trampled Innocence is filling you in on how we are mortal enemies to one another? That we’ve been playing this song and dance of passive aggressive war for untold millenia?”

Goku glared back at the demon, clearly frustrated at his words.

“They’re telling me…” he said. “Telling me you’ve been…spreading evil throughout the universe since almost the dawn of…the very dawn of time. The Trampled Innocence for…for…since…since their inception have been…quarreling with you.”

The Saiyan shook his head.

“What are you?!” Goku demanded.

Buu smiled.

“I am evil,” Kid Buu answered. “I am evil itself.”

He began laughing, chortling to himself in a loud uproar as the Super Saiyan’s glare intensified.

His first memories were of pure blackness, darkness so deep he was sure nothing could be on the other side of it. He could feel himself clawing his way through something murky and squishy, almost like thick jelly. The pitch black, semi-solid he pushed himself through was suffocating.

LET ME OUT. He thought as he beat against the walls that contained him. LET ME OUT.

Once the curved walls of the barrier that contained him had been breached, Buu fell out with a splash of dark liquid. He winced in exhaustion as his nerves tingled with electric pain. He looked back to see he had emerged from a pitch black cocoon with equally dark liquid spilling out. He groaned in displeasure as he looked at his surroundings.

The world was one large spider web. The pitch black strings that composed this realm were spun masterfully by spiders the size of dogs. Each one was the color of obsidian, their bodies shining in a light Buu could not find for the life of him.

The spiders seemed endless in their quest to spin more webs, the space around them expanding every time more room needed to be opened up for their construction. The webs were incredibly strong and very thick, allowing the newly hatched lifeform to lay down without any discomfort or fear of following. And more monstrosities than just huge spiders surrounded him.

Crawling on the web were elephants with swords for tusks and knives growing from their bodies. Wolves with chattering skulls embedded in their fur walked across the strings without so much as a shake of the web. Birds with multiple tongues wriggled from their wings perched on the web and made nests. And everyone had the same “M” mark on their forehead or other part of their body. He could hardly believe his eyes as he laid there.

“Wh-What?” he asked. “Wh-What is this place?”

He then looked down at himself to find his body was pink. His hands were tipped black nails and his arms covered with wrist warmers. His lower half was dressed white pants and a gold belt buckle with the same “M” mark.

After looking down at himself for a little bit, awful memories flashed through his mind. He covered his eyes as the worst scenes imaginable flooded him. People being blown to shreds by qi blasts, others being sliced to bits by swords, women being violated and children being enslaved. And the more he looked at these horrid images, the more he realized they were a part of him.

They were just as much his memories as they were of the victims who experienced such. He could feel himself living through these painful events as though they happened yesterday. Each memory stung him with stout poison, making him quiver in pain. He grabbed his single antenna in agony and looked up to the pitch black sky before screaming.

“Wh-What am I?!” he shouted.

He screamed at the blackness above him as loud as possible, wishing with all his might to leave this accursed place.

“The darkness that pervades the heart of sentient beings does not disappear even when their evil deeds are finished,” Buu said. “Their sin must go somewhere…and that place is the Womb of Evil. It collects and manifests in a space not even the Trampled Innocence can enter.”

“The Womb of Evil…” Goku repeated. “That…that is the-”

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“The place where every ill-begotten thought or dark deed manifests as a monster,” Buu replied. “Those said monsters then go on to fill the hearts of other lifeforms that had no prior connection to them. Majin, as they are called…they can infect any and sentient lifeforms there are. You, Goku, were one of the only beings in the galaxy to be morally fit enough to defy their influence.”

“Where did you come from?!” Goku shouted.

“I told you…” Buu said. “The Womb of Evil. It is a dimension that exists within the heart of sentient life itself…the dark corner in every mind where hopelessness, strife, jealousy and selfishness exist.”

He chortled again.

“And I am the ultimate Majin,” he said. “Buu.”

“A Majin…?” Goku asked. “Yes…that is what the Trampled Innocence are telling me.”

Kid Buu laughed at the Super Saiyan’s glare, gladenned he finally understood.

“You’re spirits that can infect and influence the most pure of souls to do evil,” he replied. “And since the Womb of Evil is a dimension that exists within the heart itself…they have direct access to the morality of said people.”

Buu smiled as the antenna on his head wiggled.

“You finally get it,” he said. “Evil itself is a real force, an energy signature that does not go away. It is stored and accumulated by thousands–no, millions–of years of wrongdoing. The Womb of Evil stores said evil in its dimension and then-”

“It creates a cyclical loop,” Goku said. “The Womb of Evil stores the evil of the heart, that evil then becomes Majins that crawl into a person’s heart to influence them into more wrongdoing, thus creating more malevolence. The Trample Innocence knows this very well. It's a realm like the Soul Realm that almost no one can get into unless called forth by whoever rules said dimension. And you are the ruler of the Womb of Evil.”

Kid Buu nodded.

“Although I didn’t take so kindly to my existence at first,” he said.

As Buu shouted with all his might, a portal above him opened. The black, featureless ceiling grew a hole where he could see something more than the black spiderweb. He quickly flew through the portal to find a complete change of surroundings.

Surrounding him were yellow, humanoid looking creatures with long lanky limbs. Their lemon colored skin formed into deep wrinkles that was complimented well by their bright red eyes. Each one of them had an elephant trunk growing from their face.

Most of them looked rather sad or disturbed. Buu could see plots of land where brown, dried husks of plants grew, burnt by the bright sun. Many of the odd creatures tried going to a well in the middle of their city made of red clay with less than an inch of water in their buckets.

Buu was the greatest oddity to them, the tall creatures turning from their misery to gaze in awe at him. Buu sat in the hot, red sand of their planet in complete fright. He was so paralyzed with fear he couldn’t move, afraid of what they were thinking of him. He found that he knew each individual here more than their own friends and family did. He could see purple qi flowing from each individual one of the alien creatures trailing the air before landing on him.

Every sin they have ever committed…Buu thought. Has…has created me. Their evil…from the one on my write who stole water from his neighbor, to the one on my left who killed a man after robbing him to his wife who left him for another man…their evil fills me.

Buu closed his hands into fists as he stood up, his instincts took over.

This anger…He thought. This pain…I never produced it myself…but it is there with me…their collective suffering and wickedness…

He glared at them as he screamed in pain.

I need to shed this pain they give me. Buu thought. And the only means of catharsis I can think of…

He shot a wave of pink aura forward, vaporizing five of the yellow skinned aliens. A scream of terror and confusion erupted from the entire village before Buu killed more. As he did, his pain lessened.

Is by killing the source of that pain. He realized.

“My first exposure to sentient life was the Tragarians on Planet Tragar,” Buu said. “They were a people who had once been peaceful but as war and plague spread across their planet, became more hostile.”

“I see,” Goku replied. “The Tragarians became violent as sickness lessened their population and killed their crops. Truly horrible.”

“Yes…” Buu said. “But as horrible as their situation was…I learned a lot from them.”

Buu sat in the remains of the twentieth city he destroyed. Layers of burnt rubble smoldered around him as he looked on in confusion. He didn’t know what to make of his current feelings.

I’ve killed nearly their entire population. Buu thought. I feel the pain and suffering in my own heart gone because the very source is. But if that’s true then…

He looked up at the sky as it was now dark. The blazing red sun had been replaced by a pale blue moon, its cerulean color mesmerizing him. Buu felt tired just looking at it, almost regretful.

Why do I still feel so empty? He thought. What is this hollowness in my heart that…that just won’t leave me alone? Just won’t go away?

He shook his head.

Is it sorrow? Buu thought. Regret for killing them?

He then looked down at himself, finding there was no more purple qi filling him.

What happened? He thought. I suppose…I suppose…as much wickedness and pain they filled me with.

He ground his teeth in realization.

They were a part of me. Buu thought. Everyone of them. Their sin…was what shaped me. And now that they are gone…

He stood up, choosing to walk through the ruins before flying upward.

So is that part of me. He thought.

“Destroying much of the Tragarian race was a very eye opening moment for me,” Buu said. “Realizing I was the embodiment of evil itself…I figured that my only purpose was to destroy things.”

Buu laughed as threw blast after blast of pink energy at the Kesurians below. The red skinned creatures with purple dots fled as fast as they could but there was no escaping his attacks. Hundreds were instantly turned to ash by his attacks, a fact that only maddened his laughter. In less than an hour, Buu had killed every inhabitant of Kesur.

After his victory, Buu once again found himself sitting on a smoldering slab contemplating why he did this. This time the sun was setting on the Kesurians’ home planet and he was watching the sky turn a bright green. He shook his head, once again feeling empty.

Why? He asked himself. Am I trying to get rid of our mutual pain that binds us from killing that pain? Am I doing it because I have nothing else to do?

He shook his head again.

Is this my life? Buu wondered. Is this what I’ll do for the rest of my life? I don’t really regret killing all those insects but…I feel so bored of this activity already. Is it really this draining killing so many people?

He looked over the horizon, finding the smoke of his wrath rising to the sky.

I guess that after I kill everyone…Buu thought. There’s not much left. And with nothing left…I have little more option than to find something I haven’t destroyed and…go destroy it.

Buu only half-heartedly fought the Ulvarians. Even the strongest of their warriors were little challenge to him. After killing one of their giants, a man with eight arms and red stripes running the length of his forearms, with a single punch, Buu was disappointed.

The planet of Ulvari was caked in red moss that blanketed the ground like snow. He sat on a rock covered in the stuff so completely it looked like a lump of red carpet. The citizens of the walled city he attacked were fleeing in droves, even though Buu had given up on killing.

He found no more delight in it. After killing two planets worth of people and defeating the strongest warriors of this era, Buu had nothing more to do. Hollow victory pained his soul more than the memories of every person’s pain. The catharsis of killing the sources of those vile, foreign memories was absent from his experience at that moment. In fact, if anything, Buu felt tired.

Sleep. He thought. I…I want sleep. I feel sleepy…

And he quickly fell unconscious. The next thing he knew, Buu was surrounded by pitch black darkness. In the cramped, pod-like chamber that held him, Buu finally felt relief.

I must…He realized. Expanded all the wicked qi I absorbed…and now…I the Womb calls me back to slumber.