Chapter 1
He woke, not knowing where he was or why he was there. His dreams had been a collidascope of broken memories, some of which belonged to another. It seemed as if he had lived many lives in a single instant, leaving him feeling disoriented and lethargic. In fact, he had. His mind, numbed by sleep, refused to recollect anything that had occurred in the recent past.
He lay there, studying the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. A part of him was scared to move, afraid that whatever he did would ensure his death. Blinking rapidly, he dared to turn his head, hoping to find an answer as to why he was there in the first place.
The room was quite plain, furnished with only the common necessities. Dawn’s pale light shone through the blue frilled curtains of a window at his right. His gaze trailed along the cream colored walls until he laid sight upon a half opened door. There, he could hear a female’s voice speaking softly to another individual.
He lifted his head slightly, straining to listen.
“Breakfast will be made soon… do you think we should wake him? He’s slept three days straight. I think he would be hungry by now.”
An obviously masculine voice replied. “Let him rest. He’s been through a lot. I’ll check on him soon.”
He allowed his head to fall heavily against the pillow as he contemplated their conversation. Were they really talking about him? Had he actually slept that long?
Rolling onto his side, he turned his attention upon himself, seeing for the first time that he no longer wore what he was accustomed to. Where had his armbands and white pants gone? A softer fabric replaced his clothes.
A human word, originally unknown to him, came to mind. ‘Pajamas?’
He wiggled his toes beneath the sheets, taking note that his boots had gone missing as well. Slightly annoyed, he turned to rest upon his stomach, facedown against the mattress. What did it matter to him that they were gone? He could make more from his own body couldn’t he?
For some reason that idea weirded him out a little. Usually, performing a task such as that wouldn’t bother him. Why did he feel so uneasy now?
It wasn’t long before a distinct pressure against his bladder told him to relieve himself. Tiredly, he flung the covers aside and climbed out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Luckily, he found the bathroom fairly easy enough. The room had its own facilities located near the window.
He pushed the door open and made his way to the toilet and proceeded to do his business. As he did so, he looked around him, taking note of the luxuriously sized tub and shower stall.
It was then, at the corner of his eye, he caught his reflection staring back at him from an adjacent mirror. His breath caught in his throat. The face. The face of a killer…
All at once, the activities that took place several days prior came crashing down on him. Seized by an irrefutable pain in his temples, he fell to his knees, trembling.
He could hear their screams of agony as if it had occurred at that very moment. So many had looked on in horror as he ended their lives with a mighty sweep of his arm. Why had he stood there as thousands died around him? The blood of his numerous kills pooled together, filling the air with the unmistakable stench of death. With his head lifted to the heavens, he laughed.
Within him, the voice of another cried out. He felt that somehow what he had done wasn’t right. Why he even considered such a thing had been beyond him. It wasn’t until he saw HIM that he knew.
Yes…
He was a killer wasn’t he? Soulless and unforgiving… It was all he knew. Death. Destruction. What more was there to life?
‘Goku Sensei…'
Hadn’t that been the last words he’d spoken? Before… yes, before everything went black. There was only pain and memories then.
He remembered dying once, then being born again. It was different for a while. All he had was the protective arms of his mother and the warm breast against his mouth.
Why couldn’t he remember his real mother? Had he ever been born?
The faces of his family smiled at him as he bid them farewell. He was about to take leave for the tournament so he could make the money to buy them food. They were starving weren’t they?
‘YES! GOKU SENSEI!!! I am Ubuu! Teach me your magic!’
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'Where is my mother? Why don’t I feel warm anymore? Why is it that all I feel is anger? There are so many people dying around me. Do I care?'
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‘Mr. Satan… He my friend… He good friend with doggy named Bee. He Buu’s only friend… I make him smile, so I do good things.’
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‘Earth in danger again… I be hero so people like me more. Ubuu, I wanna fuse so we can be a strong warrior! I want people to live, not die. Bebi is a bad bad man who make me angry. You and I as one are good team!’
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‘Am I Ubuu or am I Buu? Why are these memories mine? Who am I and what have I done?’
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TBC…