The Resurrected Villains

On Earth, the battle between Son Goten and Majin Buu was a complete one-sided affair, perfectly illustrating what it meant to be pummeled—it was as lopsided as a father beating his son.

"Bang."

Once again slapping Majin Buu into the dirt, Son Goten sighed helplessly. "Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you have to court death?"

"Pfft."

Majin Buu spat out a mouthful of blood, tears streaming down his face. To think that I, Majin Buu, once rampaged across the universe for years, killing four Supreme Kais—those big shots—and even Babidi's old man didn't dare speak loudly in front of me. Now, I'm being beaten like a grandson, and the kicker is that this guy is only seven years old. What the hell!

God, save me, Majin Buu cried out in his heart.

(Sorry, I don't know who your father is, so I can't save you. Manual smirk)

Watching Majin Buu's resentful little gaze, Son Goten moved away as if avoiding a plague. "Let me state this beforehand: I am male and I like women. Don't look at me like that, you man."

"Click, click," Majin Buu gnashed his teeth, looking absolutely furious as he charged at Son Goten. "How dare you mock Lord Buu! Go to hell, you bastard!"

"Bang."

Son Goten slapped Majin Buu back into the dirt again. "Daddy is posturing here, don't you dare interrupt me."

"..."

Don't stop me, I'm going to fight you for three hundred rounds! Majin Buu struggled, desperate to climb up and fight Son Goten to the death.

"Bang."

"Get lost."

"Boom."

Seeing Majin Buu struggling to rise, Son Goten kicked him away effortlessly, and the powerless Majin Buu crashed into a stone mountain, shattering it into pieces.

Son Gohan and the others, having been reduced to salted fish, went from initial shock to numbness and were now huddled together playing cards.

There was no helping it; Goten was invincible now, and Majin Buu was no longer a threat. It was better to play cards out of boredom.

"Three to seven," Trunks threw down five cards with a blank expression.

"Six to ten," Son Gohan threw down a set.

"None, pass," the Supreme Kai looked at his hand and sighed, passing his turn. His gaze shifted toward Majin Buu, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

"You're so weak, Majin Buu," Son Goten looked down at Majin Buu in the rock crevice, staring at him with the disdain of a king.

I'm so angry, but I have no choice! I've used almost every move I used against Vegito in the original story, except for the ones unique to Gotenks. None of it works!

Majin Buu stared warily at Son Goten, his peripheral vision catching the three "salted fish" nearby. He started calculating: If I could absorb those three... wait, no. It's useless. It wouldn't increase my combat power at all, and I might just get wiped out by an enraged Son Goten. Not worth it, not worth it.

Absorb Son Goten? Don't be ridiculous. If I tried to absorb him like this, I'd definitely be beaten into a pulp... Wait, if I do it secretly, it might work.

At this thought, Majin Buu's eyes lit up. From a blind spot on his leg, a blob of pink-purple slime detached itself and silently burrowed into the ground, his eyes fixed on Son Goten, terrified of being discovered.

Son Goten's lips curled slightly. Had he not noticed? Of course he had, but Son Goten didn't stop him. After all, it wouldn't be easy to explain to Trunks and Bulma if he just killed Majin Buu, and Fat Buu was actually quite decent, aside from being a bit childish.

"Ho ho ho ho."

A burst of sinister laughter suddenly echoed across the land. Everyone looked toward the sound, and Son Gohan couldn't keep his composure.

A figure, entirely white except for purple patches on his head and chest, stepped through the void, looking at Son Goten with a wicked smile. "It's been a few years, Son Goku. You've changed quite a bit."

"Fri... Frieza," Son Gohan stared at the newcomer in shock—the first top-tier boss he had encountered in his childhood.

"Hmm, I'm honored that there is still someone on Earth who recognizes me," Frieza was quite satisfied with his own presence. He performed a standard gentleman's bow toward the person who recognized him, then looked at his face and blinked in surprise. "Hmm, you look a bit familiar. Son Goku, aren't you over there?"

Frieza looked back and forth between Son Goten and Son Gohan in confusion. What the hell? Who is who here?

"Heh, Son Gohan, I didn't expect you to be this big already!" Another familiar voice rang out, and Son Gohan looked down, losing his composure once more.

"Cell!"

Indeed, it was Cell, who had been killed by Son Gohan seven years ago. Cell still wore a suave smile, but as he looked at Son Gohan, a trace of venomous hatred flickered in his eyes.

"Son Gohan... are you Son Goku's..." Frieza looked at Son Gohan in shock as he recalled the name.

"That's right, I am Son Goku's son," Son Gohan revealed a confident smile. He might not be able to beat Cell, but Frieza? He could finish him in a heartbeat.

"Hmm, Trunks, weren't you killed by me?" Looking at the wary Trunks, Cell was stunned for a moment before laughing. "So it's the Trunks of this era. I didn't expect you to be so cute when you were a kid."

"Trunks?" Frieza looked blankly in the direction of Cell's gaze. When he saw Trunks' face, he immediately flew into a rage. Damn it, this is the face that stopped me from posturing back then!

Frieza glared at Trunks with intense malice, his killing intent leaking out uncontrollably. Damn it, I came to Earth to show off, and I was instantly killed by the owner of this face. Go to hell!