The Evil Ones Are Revived

On Earth, Son Goten and Buu were engaged in a completely one-sided fight, perfectly illustrating what it meant to get utterly thrashed. It was like a father beating his son.

"Thud."

Son Goten slapped Buu into the ground again and sighed helplessly. "Isn't it nice to be alive? Why go looking for trouble?"

"Pfft."

Buu spat out a mouthful of blood and burst into tears. I, Majin Buu, once rampaged across the universe for years. I killed four Supreme Kais, those insanely powerful guys, and even Babidi's dad never dared raise his voice around me. Now I'm getting beaten like a dog, and the kicker is, this guy is only seven years old. NLGB.

God, please save me! Buu cried out in his heart.

(Sorry, I don't know who your dad is. I can't help you. Insert awkward grin.)

Seeing the resentful look in Buu's eyes, Son Goten edged away as if avoiding a plague. "Just so we're clear, I'm a guy who likes girls. You're a man, so don't look at me like that."

"Crack, crack." Buu ground his teeth, looking furious as he charged at Son Goten. "How dare you make a fool of your great lord Buu! Die, you bastard!"

"Thud."

Son Goten slapped Buu into the ground again. "Dad's showing off here. Don't you fucking interrupt me."

"..."

Don't hold me back! I'm going to fight you for three hundred rounds! Buu struggled to get up and challenge Son Goten to a decisive battle.

"Thud."

"Get lost."

"Crash!"

Seeing Buu struggle to get back up, Son Goten kicked him away effortlessly. Unable to fight back, Buu crashed into the mountainside once more, smashing it to pieces.

Son Gohan and the others, reduced to spectators, had gone from stunned to numb. Now the three of them were huddled together playing cards.

There was no helping it. Goten was now invincible, and Buu was no longer a threat. They were a little bored, so they might as well play cards.

"Three to seven." Trunks expressionlessly laid down five cards.

"Six to ten." Son Gohan put down a set of cards.

"Nothing. Pass." Supreme Kai looked at the cards in his hand and reluctantly passed. His gaze shifted to Buu, and a strange glint flickered in his eyes.

"You're so weak, Buu." Son Goten looked down at Buu in the crevice, regarding him with the scorn of a king.

I'm so pissed, but there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I've already used pretty much every move I used against Vegito in the original story. Except for a few original moves from Gotenks that I don't know, I've tried everything, and none of it's done a damn thing.

Buu warily watched Son Goten. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Son Gohan and the others, who had been reduced to spectators, and started scheming. If I could absorb those three... Forget it. It wouldn't do a damn thing. It wouldn't even increase his power, and Son Goten might just get furious and kill him. Not worth it, not worth it.

Absorb Son Goten? Give me a break. If I absorbed him just like this, he'd beat me into shit... Wait, maybe it'd work if I absorbed him by stealth.

At the thought, Buu's eyes lit up. A mass of pinkish-purple slime separated from a blind spot on his leg and silently burrowed into the ground. He kept his eyes fixed on Son Goten, afraid he'd be noticed.

Son Goten's lips curled upward. Did he really not notice? Of course he had. But Son Goten didn't stop Buu. After all, it wouldn't be easy to explain to Trunks and Bulma if he killed Buu just like that. Besides, Fat Buu was a pretty nice guy, if a little childish.

"Heh heh heh heh."

An evil laugh suddenly rang out across the land. Everyone looked toward the sound, and Son Gohan was stunned.

A white-skinned figure, with purple coloring on his head and chest, floated in the air and smiled wickedly at Son Goten. "It's been years, Son Goku. You've changed quite a bit."

"F-Frieza..." Son Gohan stared at the newcomer in shock. He was the first top-tier boss Son Gohan had encountered in his childhood.

"Hmm, I'm honored that there's still someone on Earth who recognizes me." Frieza was quite pleased with his impressive presence. He performed a polished gentleman's bow and turned toward the person who had recognized him. When he saw the man's face, his expression turned surprised. "Hmm, you look familiar. Son Goku, haven't you been...?"

Frieza looked back and forth between Son Goten and Son Gohan in surprise. What the hell? Which one of them is who?

"Heh heh, Son Gohan, I can't believe you've grown so much!" Another familiar voice rang out. Son Gohan looked at the newcomer and was stunned all over again.

"Cell!"

That was right: it was Cell, whom Son Gohan had killed seven years ago. Cell still wore a confident smile, but when he looked at Son Gohan, a trace of bitter hatred showed in his eyes.

"Son Gohan... You're Son Goku's..." Remembering the name Son Gohan, Frieza stared at him in shock.

"That's right. I'm Son Goku's son." Son Gohan smiled confidently. He might not be able to beat Cell, but Frieza? He could take him down in a second.

"Hmm, Trunks, weren't you killed by me?" Cell looked at Trunks, who was on guard. He paused in surprise, then smiled. "So you're the Trunks from this era. I didn't expect you to be so cute as a kid."

"Trunks?" Frieza followed Cell's gaze in confusion. The moment he recognized Trunks's face, he flew into a rage. Damn it, that's the face of the guy who showed up to stop me from showing off back then.

Frieza stared at Trunks with open hostility, unleashing his murderous intent without restraint. Damn it! I came to Earth to show off, only for the guy with that face to kill me in a second. Fuck you and your great-great-aunt!