Chapter 11

“And what was that supposed to prove?” Goku asked. “Your little story doesn’t make me sympathize with you anymore or less.”

“Sympathize?” Buu laughed. “Sympathize?! You think I’m unaware how wrathful a giant hypocrite like you is?!”

He shook his head.

“No,” Buu said. “Goku…I just want you to understand the gap between the wisdom we both share.”

“Wisdom?” the Super Saiyan asked. “I didn’t know wads of sticky sin and contempt could even have wisdom.”

The strange, pink creature laughed yet again.

“Of course!” Buu said. “Far older than you…you or your murderous gang of souls…I have wisdom you could never possibly dream of. For example…”

The second time Buu woke up he was not as surprised as the first but definitely more apprehensive. During his whole second slumber he had been drifting in and out of consciousness. He had images of beings emerging from planets, dying off and suffering before rising back up. It wasn’t until Buu was awake that he realized the sights he had beheld were the events of the universe transpiring.

Once he burst from his cocoon again, Buu was in even more pain than when he first emerged. Visions of unspeakable horror from enslavement of entire planets to synthetic plagues to ripping children in half for the sheer enjoyment filled the Majin. His hands were pressed flat against the thick strands of web that covered the Womb of Evil while he noticed the monsters had doubled in number.

Hideous…He thought as he looked at the Majin. All of them…hideous.

Buu tried catching his breath, unable to end the pain he was experiencing. The combined evil of every being in the universe weighed down on him like many boulders strapped to his body. Buu was straining to keep himself from falling to the ground while his arms wobbled. As he attempted to stand, he noticed one of the many horrible creatures approaching him.

The monster carried itself on the hooved legs of a deer but had as many legs as a spider and was arranged like an arachnid as well. The surface charcoal black skin was ruffled in a diamond shaped pattern, like a rattlesnake. For a tail, it had the rattle of a snake that was as long as a human arm.

But its face was perfectly human in appearance. The pale, snow white face was that of a beautiful woman with long dark hair that waved in the air without wind. She stared at him with an unnerving calmness that stood in stark contrast to Majin Buu’s sweating, irritated expression.

“What is wrong?” the strange creature asked. “Does your existence trouble you so much you do not wish to move?”

“Of course!” he cried. “I…I’m not sure what I am!”

“Of course you are,” the spidery thing replied. “You know what you are.”

Buu froze in even more terror, pain ricocheting through his body.

“It’s written all over your face,” she said. “You know that you are the culmination of all evil in the universe.”

Majin Buu was now on his feet, staring down at the creature’s odd and disgusting form.

“You should feel honored and proud of being such a thing,” she said. “Us normal Majin are usually just born from one or two acts of depravity or evil. For example, I was born from a woman’s house being burned down by an enemy army. They trapped her inside with her family before setting it on fire. Now I exist as the manifestation of her suffering and the cruelty she endured.”

“But that’s a horrible fate to be consigned to!” Majin Buu shouted. “To know you’re nothing but…but a being made from the worst thing! I-I can’t enjoy life knowing I’d be like that!”

“Yes you can,” she replied. “You can enjoy life as a being of complete evil. In fact…it’s among the best ways to enjoy life.”

“What?!” Buu shouted. “What are you saying?!”

“The invading warriors who killed the woman whose face you see before you…” she said. “They did not do so because they were told so. They did it out of a sense of fun and enjoyment. The thrill of killing others is what drove them to commit such an evil act. Oftentimes, the most vile and evil acts are the ones that give one the most glee.”

“What…?” Buu asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Good deeds are often done out of a sense of obligation and stress. Nobility requires discipline and a sense of sacrifice, evil just fundamentally doesn’t. No matter how hard an evil action is, the morally sound alternative almost always requires stronger character. So, yes…evil often results in a greater sense of pleasure than good.”

“Then what will you do with your life?!” Buu shouted. “What is your purpose as a creature of such vile origin?!”

“To corrupt the hearts of more sentient life,” she said. “My purpose is built into my creation!”

She laughed a little, causing Buu to be confused.

“In the Womb of Evil,” she explained. “One can quite literally crawl into the soul of a person and try to corrupt them. I have done so with ten people and managed to drive six to become monsters. Only two defeated my temptations of their heart while another left society altogether so that he could not hurt anyone with his dark desires. But my favorite had to be the boy I drove to suicide. He was the most delicious soul to corrupt.”

Majin Buu wanted to say that was horrible but in reality he found great pleasure in that. He wanted to laugh at the prospect of eight people being ruined in such a despicable way. He shook his head, perturbed at his own sensibilities.

I acknowledge it’s evil…Buu thought. But I enjoy it nonetheless. How can that be? How can misery be both a curse to me and something that brings me pleasure?

The spidery creature smiled, seemingly knowing what he was thinking. In her eyes, Buu could almost feel that she was reading his mind. She then turned and crawled away, elegantly balancing on the strings that supported her.

“You must find your own sense of purpose and enjoyment,” the odd creature said. “Only then will you be content with the evil that brought you into existence.”

After she left him, Buu turned to the featureless black ceiling above and roared as loudly as possible. Just as it did last time, a portal opened up to a world outside the Womb of Evil. And he found himself on a planet he recognized. Most of the people around him were light blue in color and had yellowish blond hair. Only four were not, their skin being red and their hair white. Their speeder was parked to the side.

The planet was covered in massive, tall trees with large red and blue spotted fruit. The buildings were rather dilapidated, made of decaying yellowing soil. Mold grew on some of them and large dents could be seen in the walls.

The people surrounding him were the brench-seijin, a race of mostly red and blue skinned people. Buu knew their history from his dreams. The stronger, blue-skinned seijin had conquered their weaker red skinned brethren in a bloody civil war.

The blue brench-seijin had either been enslaved or forced into ghettos made of poorly constructed buildings, like this village Buu found himself in. The red brench-seijin only spared these blue ones for the sake of extracting enormous taxes from them and to farm the land. If the blue brench-seijin were caught eating the produce of the trees or they come up short in the estimated fruit harvests, they’d be killed.

They all stared at Buu as walked through the crowd, casually observing the environment around him. Every brench-seijin stared in terror as he mozied his way into the village, completely aware of his monstrous power. If he remembered correctly, the blue brench-seijin could naturally sense power levels. The Majin could see streams of purple qi that were invisible to villagers flooding into him.

The evil qi they fed him was not nearly as strong as what their red counterparts did, though.

Buu noticed he had grown accustomed to the misery flooding him. It still hurt but he could put up with it now. It no longer crippled him.

Now what? He thought.

Buu thought of killing some of the villagers gawking at him but remembered how hollow that felt during his first awakening. While there was some enjoyment in it at first, there was no fun in killing warriors who were of no threat to him. It just became pointless after a while.

What am I supposed to do with the remainder of my time here? Buu wondered. Are my life’s best moments where I’m asleep, so I don’t have to live with the boredom of daily living? Where I don’t have to experience the pain of another’s memories and sins?

He stopped into the marketplace of the village, looking over at a wood counter where various food items were displayed. The blue brench-seijin cowered behind it, petrified from fear. Buu looked over what he sold, from various meats to fruit to candy.

“Take whatever you want!” the blond haired man said as he huddled in the corner. “Zero price! An offering of peace on my part!”

Buu’s eyes lingered on the counter behind him, drawn to nets of small balls in various colors.

“What are those?” he asked, pointing.

“Th-Those?!” the brench-seijin cried. “Th-Those are…those are brench fruit candy!”

“Candy?” Buu asked.

“Y-Yes!” he said. “Amongst the most delicious in the galaxy! Us brench-seijin are known to make nearly anything from the brench fruit, including candy! Try some! On me!”

He quickly stood up to grab a small net of them nailed to the wall and handed it to Buu. The Majin held the brightly colored candies in his hand, admiring the swirling and spotted patterns on them. He then opened the net bag and took one out.

After eating a red one, a strange sensation overcame him. It was like an explosion of happiness went off in his mouth. The sensation was so alien to the Majin, as his existence was consumed mostly with misery. This was the first time happiness, genuine happiness with no ill intent, had found him. Buu smiled brightly at the candy before taking another into his mouth.

“Y-You like?” the blue skinned man said.

“Yes,” Buu said softly. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever been happy before…until…”

A tear ran down his left cheek.

“I ate this.”

“Halt!” a voice from behind him cried. “Stop right there!”

Buu turned around to find that four red-skinned brench-seijin glared at him. Their shoulder-length white hair was braided into four strands. They had arrived in a small speeder with six seats in total. They surrounded the counter Buu was eating his candy at. One of them pointed to the salesman that offered the candy to Buu.

“I thought your village was told all brench fruit products were to be given to his lord and majesty King Tasco!” one of them said.

“Yes!” another shouted. “You’ve clearly violated his rules!”

“Pl-Please!” the blue brench-seijin said. “Can you not see how powerful this person is! He-!”

“Silence!” the other said. “Now, bring them to King Tasco!”

One of them grabbed Buu’s arm as the other three attempted to crawl over the counter of his shop. Just as the brench-seijin grabbing Buu’s arm reached for his candy, Buu had enough. He shot a ray of pink qi at the soldier apprehending him, vaporizing him in an instant.

The other red-skinned soldiers stood in shock at the sight. The one trying to crawl across the counter quickly jumped off and fled in fear, his two comrades following in step. As they did, Buu turned to the blue skinned shop keeper as he cowered in fear.

“Did you make this candy?” he asked.

“Y-Yes?” he said.

Buu then turned back to the fleeing soldiers and lifted his arm toward them. A wide ray of purple qi consumed them before their remaining ashes fell to the ground. The entire village gasped in shock at the sight but then began cheering.

Buu looked at them awkwardly for a minute, not knowing what to do. He had never experienced something like this before: astonishment and appreciation for his actions. Unable to come up with a proper response, he kept eating his candy, munching with pleasure. After the net was made empty from his feasting, Buu then turned back to the shop keeper who was steadily rising to his feet.

“More,” he said. “Please.”

The blue skinned brench-seijin nodded with a smile before rushing to fulfill his request.

“It was then that I discovered my purpose,” Majin Buu said.

“What purpose could a being of evil such as yourself hold?” Goku asked.

Buu laughed.

“Anything I want!” he said.

Empowering the blue skinned inhabitants was fun for him. After calling all the villagers together, lined up in front of him in rows of ten, Buu held out his hands and spread his qi amongst them. He smiled as he watched the misty pink energy engulf the crowd of villagers. He could sense their power levels skyrocket as their bodies absorbed the thick mist.

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At first, their bodies seemed to contort in pain. The brench-seijin whooped and hollered in agony, their backs bending more than should have been possible. They collapsed to their knees, holding their faces in discomfort. At first, Buu thought he made a mistake.

But that changed when each brench-seijin stood up uniformly. Their pain was gone and their bodies returned to normal. However, as each stared back at Majin Buu he could see something different in their eyes. And each one influenced by him bore an “M” on their forehead.

There was something wrong with each of them, their faces holding an animalistic desire. The urge to kill was written all throughout their expressions. A deep purple, almost black aura surrounded each of them. Most of them had power levels ten times those of the soldiers that had harassed Buu.

“Now that each of you can crush these puny insects that have bothered you for so long,” he said. “I shall lead you to a victory you never dreamed was possible.”

They all shouted for joy before pumping their fists into the air. Buu gestured for them to follow as he lifted himself into the air and flew towards the capital. Being connected to the evil energy of every being in the universe, he could track the qi signature of King Tasco rather easily. The rest of the brench-seijin did as Majin Buu as he headed to their despot ruler’s destination.

It took them less than thirty minutes to arrive, the king’s palace rather ornate looking. Swirling patterns of red gemstones covered the golden walls with the bulbous, tent-shaped roofs colored brilliant orange marble. It was taller than the trees of the forest that surrounded the walled city in which Tasco’s castle was located in the center of.

As soon as they landed at the front of the palace, the red-skinned guards turned to gasp in surprise. The civilians walking past the city guffawed at the sight, all turning to stare at the dozens of blue-skinned brench-seijin. The guards raced down the steps leading to the palace to glare at them.

“What are you doing here?!” one of them shouted. “You blue skin parasites know you’re not supposed to enter the capital unless explicitly summoned forth!”

“Yes!” the other shouted. “How do you have the gall to do this to us?!”

Buu looked back to find that, while the blue-skinned brench-seijin he was leading were still hostile, they were subservient to him. They were obviously waiting for him to give the command, respectful of his authority. He laughed at this.

“You can make the first move,” Buu said.

The blue skins collectively smiled at this. The male most closest to Buu lifted his hands and shot a stream of purple qi at one of the guards. He was propelled backwards into the wall, leaving a man shaped crater in it before his corpse fell face down into the street.

The other guard looked terrified at the sight, shaking in fear. He turned before flying away before one of the blue-skins threw a ball of qi at him. Upon impact, the guard exploded in mid-air where the remaining ashes fell to the ground.

The red-skinned civilians all shrieked in terror before the blue-skins that Buu led charged after them. In a moment, the massacre began. The brench-seijin under the Majin’s command flew towards every capital citizen they could grab hold of and killed them.

After dispersing into the city, the blue-skins shot the city up with beams of qi or tore the citizens apart with their bare hands. The streets ran red with the blood of the enemy brench-seijin and the ashes of those blown to bits flowed in the crimson river. Within seconds half the city was in ruins, making Buu laugh in glee.

Perfect. He thought. Absolutely perfect.

Buu then marched up the stairs leading to the palace, the remaining brench-seijin following him. There were thirteen blue-skins not enraptured by killing their fellow red-skins. Buu stepped aside as he let one of the blue-skins tear the doors off the hinges of the palace to meet those inside.

King Tasco sat on his throne as he was apparently discussing matters with two other red-skinned brench-seijin. They wore silver robes that looked similar to Tasco’s, indicating they were royalty. His skin had deep creases in it and his wooly, white hair reached down to his waist to indicate age. To his left side was a smaller throne where a beautiful red-skinned woman with very smooth skin and a wonderful complexion sat in gemstone embroidered robes.

On both sides sat young brench-seijin that were too young to be called adults eating from silver plates on black marble tables. Their plates were covered in luscious vegetables, savory meat and wonderful looking sweets. Buu smiled at the sight.

His children. Buu thought. This will be fun to watch.

King Tasco immediately jumped from his throne to glare at those who had just barged in. His queen looked frightened at the sight and recoiled in terror. The children of Tasco sat up from their seats as they hurried to their parents' side.

“What are you all doing here?!” he shouted. “I have not summoned any of you lesser brench-seijin forth! And how dare you arrive while my children are eating! I don’t want them to be disgusted at the sight of you blue mongrels just so they can vomit up their dinner!”

Tasco then turned and pointed to Majin Buu.

“And who are you?!” he shouted. “I did not expect to see an offworld guest today! I am busy…my advisers are consulting me on how to-!”

One of the blue brench-seijin flew towards to smack Tasco in the face. The king was thrown, face-first, into the golden wall behind him before leaving a deep impression in it. The queen screamed in fear as the children raced out of the throne room.

But none could escape the blue brench-seijin. Buu could feel the delight in each of their souls pouring from each individual blue-skin. The man who had oppressed their people for so long and killed so many of their brethren was at their mercy.

Buu, able to remember every evil deed that formed him, knew the misery Tasco had caused them all. Every blue-skin Buu had been empowered had a family member or friend killed in the civil war led by Tasco. Their lives were made into laborious nightmares with how much Tasco taxed them and deprived them of food.

It was their turn for vengeance and Buu was all for it. One girl who couldn’t have been more than twelve was running in fear before a blue brench-seijin flew and grabbed her up. As she struggled in his grasp, he clamped onto her left leg and white hair before pulling. She screamed in pain as blood bubbled from the growing tear in her neck, as if she was a doll being ripped apart at the seams.

“This is for my son!” he cried.

The girl shrieked one last time before her head was finally ripped from the rest of her body, blood gushing onto the floor below. A female brench-seijin pinned one of the sons to the ground as he pleaded for mercy. She merely dug her hand into his chest as he contorted in pain, shrieking for her to stop.

“Your father ordered the death of my husband and my son when they couldn’t pay the food tax your wretched father laid upon us!” she shrieked. “Every day…every day…!”

His head rolled back and forth on the floor as he writhed in pain, her hand continuing to tunnel deeper into his body as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I wish that I had starved myself to leave more food for them!” she cried. “I would have gone without dinner my entire life for them to still live! Well…how about I feed you more, you gluttonous pig?!”

The boy let out his loudest speech when she pulled out his intestines. After that she then stuffed them into the boy's mouth as his shrieks of terror died down. Buu then turned his attention to the blue brench-seijin encircling the queen of Planet Brench. Their glares were downright murderous, not a single inch of their expression forgiving. Each one grabbed onto a piece of the woman as she screamed in terror, some an arm, some a leg, some a piece of her hair.

“Please!” the queen yelled. “NO! NO! NO! I’ll give you anything! ANYTHING!”

“Give me my father back you wench!” a woman cried.

“Give me my childhood back!” a man shouted. “The time you stole from me when I watched my father, mother and sisters butchered by your soldiers! They only spared my life because they thought it funny to beat me until my body swelled with sores!”

“Give me my babies back!” an older woman shouted. “I bore twins to my husband! Twins! We were so happy to have two children for my first pregnancy…at that moment we thought our joy would be doubled!”

The woman pulled back with all her strength until the queen’s right arm tore off. She cried in pain as the blue-skinned brench-seijin death gripped the severed limb, a crazed smile etched into her face. A quiet, freakish laugh spilled from it.

“Only for your husband’s vile soldiers to kill them in the war!” she cried. “Took them from my arms…my very arms…! And I was powerless to do anything! And why?! WHY?! For the mere fact we were weaker?! Were our lives not hard enough being the lesser class you had to deprive us of our only joy?!”

It was at that point that the other brench-seijin tore the queen’s body even further. Most of her hair was torn away, leaving several bald patches on her scalp. Each of her limbs was stripped from the woman until she was nothing but a torso that fell to the floor, flailing in agony. However, that was not the worst of her torment.

Two blue-skinned brench-seijin carried two young, red-skinned children to the queen as she squirmed on the floor. The two youths shrieked in misery as tears ran down their faces. She rocked her head back and forth, defiant of the reality engrossing her. She used the last of her strength to beg for their safety.

“NO!” the queen cried. “NO! NO! I-I CAN’T HANDLE MY BABIES DIE! PLEASE! IF–”

Her cries only delighted them. With a swing of their arms, the children were cut in two, just above the waist. Her shrieks of pain were drowned out by the bellowing laughter of the brench-seijin that tortured her and killed her children.

Buu found himself amused by the scene. He turned to see if the king was still alive. Strangely enough, he was.

King Tasco was standing in front of three blue brench-seijin that were chuckled as they surrounded him. His body was bloodied and battered, the slam into the wall hurting him a great deal. However, he still stood proud, lifting his fists to them.

“I-I-” he said. “I don’t know how you all became so strong but-”

He spat blood onto the floor of his palace, coughing in pain. He nearly collapsed to the floor before straightening his posture and forcing himself to stand. Tasco shook his head at them.

“You’re all…” he said. “Lesser…lesser blue-skins. And I…I am…by virtue of blood better than any of you.”

He gritted his teeth in determination.

“Die!” he shouted.

The blue brench-seijin merely side-stepped his punch, the king staggering forward and falling to the floor. He attempted to stand up but one blue brench-seijin kicked him before skidding across the floor. Another blue-skin flew across the palace to kick him back across the surface of the palace, causing him to hit a wall.

The king attempted to stand back up before the third brench-seijin stomped his back, causing him to scream in pain. The king laid still, breathing heavily and bleeding profusely as the three brench-seijin surrounded him. They all laughed as the middle one chose to speak.

“Well, my liege,” he said. “You see…you’re kind are no longer the…superior race.”

“Now we are,” the one to his left said. “And right now…I think we will showcase that to the rest of your kind.”

“No…” King Tasco said. “Please…I…I beg of you. Don’t-”

His face was kicked in by one of the blue-skins, causing blood to flow from his lip and him to shut up.

“Too late,” he said. “Your highness. The hierarchy has been flipped.”

Buu watched from the throne he constructed of rubble. With the capital city of Planet Brench reduced to ruins, the blue-skinned brench-seijin were rebuilding it according to their own liking. A statue was being constructed of Majin Buu and stone carvings were being made of the king and his family being killed. The heads of the queen, her children, the king’s attendants and many civilians were placed on pikes where the city’s walls once were.

King Tasco was held on a leash by one of the blue brench-seijin. Tears ran down his eyes as he was stripped to his underwear and forced to watch his city in ruins and his people subjugated. His robes were torn from his body and were woven into clothing for the poorer blue-skins. The people not only felt it was a worse punishment for Tasco to live the rest of his life as their pet and to watch everything he’d created crumble before him.

Every blue-skinned brench-seijin that could flew to other villages and brought their fellow blues to the remains of the capital. The uninitiated were then introduced to Majin Buu who increased their qi level a great deal before the empowered individuals fled to find red brench-seijin to torment. The red members of the race were then rounded up in groups from all corners of Planet Brench and promptly dealt with.

Vengeance was the name of the game here. The blue brench-seijin cared nothing for stealing or pillaging their red brethren. They merely wanted to see their faces contort in horror.

The blue randomly selected which reds they wanted to kill or torture. The blues had a great fondness for killing the children of the reds in front of their parents. As the parents shrieked in horror, the killers laughed at their misery and taunted them. Anytime the reds pleaded for mercy the blues would say something along the lines of:

“If your children were slaughtered in the great war, do you think you would forgive us?! Blood for blood!”

Buu was mostly unconcerned with the actions of the blues. He was more concerned with the deserts the blue-skins provided him. They were eternally grateful for what the Majin had done for them and practically through every desert they could at him. Bowls and bowls of sweets were offered to Majin Buu out of sheer gratitude. And honestly, this was the greatest he’d ever felt.

I helped these people out. He realized. They overthrew their dictatorship and attained justice…through my doing.

He then swallowed more than a hundred brench candies as he poured the bowl into his mouth and licked his lips at the tasty sensation.

And got gourmet food on top. He thought. I guess being a revolutionary has its perks.

“Oh Mr. Buu!” a voice said.

He turned to see a blue brench-seijin child running to the Majin. He hugged the leg of Buu and squeezed tight. Majin Buu looked down to find the child’s eyes practically glowing with delight.

“I would have died if you had arrived even one day later!” he said.

Buu gave him a curious look and nodded.

“Is that so?” he asked.

“Of course!” the child cried. “I was taken prisoner when my village rebelled and tried to flee offworld! My family was killed and I was to be executed publicly to send a message to anyone else who might think of leaving Planet Brench or defying the king! But when you came along…”

Tears filled the child’s eyes.

“I was freed from the dungeon the king put me in!” he shouted. “Along with other captives…and we were set free from the reign of the evil red brench-seijin. Thank-you so much!”

Buu patted his head and handed the boy one of the candies from the bowl. The child’s smile grew even bigger before swallowing it. His hug grew tighter around Buu’s leg.

“Thank-you,” he said. “For all you’ve done for my people!”

“What is your name, child?” Buu asked.

“Casseral!” he shouted. “My life is devoted to you!”

Buu smiled.

“Well then…” he said. “My life shall be devoted to you.”

“Must you die?!” Casseral asked.

“You’ve been with us so long!” Spateghi shouted. “How are we supposed to get on without you?!”

Buu sat on his throne, feeling weak. The crowd of blue-skinned brench-seijin surrounding him was in the thousands. His most trusted aides, Casseral and Spateghi, stood in front of him with pleading expressions. Both were considerably old, wielding canes to stand up and had deep wrinkles in their skin.

But Buu wasn’t much better off. His skin had grayed and he was a husk of his former self. He could barely stand from his throne that he built for himself nearly a hundred years ago. He had ruled the brench-seijin in that time, the blue-skins continuing to oppress and torture their red brethren for the crimes of their ancestors.

They fed Buu sweets during his time as king as that was all he cared for. He never asked for women, money or land. The simple delight of deserts was his payment and he governed them in return. Buu kept the planet safe from invaders and had even expanded the brench-seijin’s civilization into an empire. They ruled as much as ten solar systems at the peak of their rule, until Buu began to weaken.

“Please don’t die!” Casseral said. “There must be some way of keeping you alive!”

“I am sorry, Casseral,” Buu said. “But all the energy I gathered before…before I came here…it has been expanded. And now…I must go back to where I came from to…to hibernate.”

“But you were our strongest warrior!” Spateghi shouted. “If you go now…what remains of our empire will crumble!”

“I am sorry but-” Buu said.

He could feel himself dying. His body began to fade, like a flickering fire the wind was blowing out. Those around him cried as his life became snuffed out of existence.

“The qi that was stored to create me…” he said. “It is gone. Farewell and…do not ever let…yourself be pushed around.”

And then he found himself in the familiar darkness of the Womb of Evil. The cocoon that surrounded him felt comfortable, like a blanket wrapped snugly around oneself in winter. He smiled as he remembered his duration as king of Planet Brench.

“Not a bad way to spend life,” Majin Buu said before he went to sleep. “Not a bad way at all.”