"Fuck! I'm Super Buu."
He stood there looking up to the Kami's Palace, suspended high above where the clouds began to thin. The vast, circular platform floated without any visible support, gleaming like polished stone and stretching wide enough to host a small city.
At the very center stood the palace itself—white columns rising elegantly, golden trim glittering beneath the sun, the dome casting a sharp shadow over the pristine tiles.
And there… he felt them, the auras of the Z Fighters.
His crimson eyes narrowed, the weight of inevitability settling over him.
'How can I escape the fate of dying?'
The thought gnawed at him. He knew what was coming. Gotenks' fusion. Gohan's return. Vegito. And at the very end—the Spirit Bomb that would erase him from existence.
Buu stood there, flexing his fingers as his aura rippled outward, warping the air. "If I follow the script, I'm doomed."
"Well—Vegito's fusion is supposed to be time-limited so I can technically win easily. It's a matter of absorbing them. But the problem is after… maybe the time patrols will notice me and interfere."
An idea struck him like lightning.
'It's impossible to do everything the exact same without dying, so why not take the Dragon Balls and change the story from the beginning?'
His grin widened into something dangerous and delighted.
'If I remember right, if I go to Piccolo, he will tell me to kill all the humans to gain time… maybe I can use this to find Namek. Fuck my luck—can't I have reincarnated before Kami's death?'
He thought of Namek — quiet, remote and reaching it was complicated without any direction.
He flew straight toward the palace, his grin splitting across his face as he landed on the pristine white tiles. The ground itself groaned under the weight of his aura.
"Hey, Piccolo," Buu said casually, hands on his hips as if this were a friendly chat. "How much time do you need?"
Piccolo froze, his breath catching. For a second, he almost forgot to breathe.
"What do you want?" Piccolo's tone was low, sharp.
Buu chuckled, wagging a finger. "I've got a question for you."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed.
"Relax," Buu said, stepping closer, his grin widening. "I'm not here to smash you… not yet. I need information. You want to stall me, right? Make me waste time while your precious little fighters prepare their fusion dance and big comebacks?"
Piccolo's fists clenched. He didn't answer.
Buu leaned down, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "So tell me, Piccolo. How does one get to Namek?"
Piccolo's entire body tensed. He had expected threats to Earth, slaughter, maybe another demand for fighters to fight him. But this… this was something else.
"Namek?!" His voice slipped with genuine shock.
"Mmhm," Buu hummed, pacing like a teacher asking a lazy student a question. "You know the way. Don't bother lying. Didn't you go there? So… spill it."
Piccolo's mind raced. If Buu truly went to Namek, the consequences would be catastrophic.
"You think I'll just hand you directions to Namek?" Piccolo snapped. "You're insane."
Buu tilted his head, his smile twisting into something sharper. "Insane? Maybe. But clever enough to know you'll stall for time anyway. So the question is-" Buu leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, "do you want me distracted or do you want me to get bored and… start Killing all of you?"
Piccolo's face darkened. He knew it wasn't an empty bluff. Buu's power was enough to wipe out cities with a flick.
After a long silence, Piccolo gritted his teeth. "…There's only one way that can take you to Namek."
"Oh?" Buu perked up, feigning innocent curiosity.
"Capsule tech. Bulma built the last ship. If you want to find Namek, find the ship."
Buu's grin spread ear to ear
"Thanks, Junior. You've just saved me a lot of time."
Buu's crimson eyes glowed as he turned toward the horizon.
With a sudden burst of pink energy, he shot into the sky, leaving the Kami's Palace trembling in his wake. Piccolo stood there, fists clenched, horror etched across his face.
'He's planning. This isn't the same monster. He knows too much.'