Buu soared through the sky like a streak of pink lightning, the wind tearing around his body as he headed straight for West City.
If only Earth's Dragon Balls had the same power as Namek's… alas.
"Bulma, eh" he muttered, almost laughing to himself. "If this were another time, maybe I could chase after her… at this time the only thing I could do to her is r*pe but it's the thing the I utterly abhor."
He clipped the impulse away like a bad taste and let something colder take its place: calculation.
"It's not the time to think with a dick."
Buu landed at Capsule Corp, in the courtyard, his aura barely suppressed, sending a shockwave through the ground. Alarms blared immediately. A few guards stumbled out, pale and shaking as they raised their blasters.
Buu wagged a finger at them. "Relax. I'm not here for you." With a flick, the weapons bent into knots of twisted metal. The men fled, screaming.
The doors hissed open, and there she was—Bulma, her blue hair shining in the sun, fear already plastered on her face. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
Buu smiled wide, trying on a mask of innocence. "Oh, Bulma! Just the genius I was looking for."
Hands behind his back, he tilted his head. "I need directions. A ship. Maybe both."
"Directions to where?"
"To Namek."
Bulma blinked, caught completely off guard. "Namek?! Why would you—" She stopped herself. The idea of Buu knowing about Namek was insane. He shouldn't know that word at all.
Buu leaned closer, grin sharpening. "You know the way. You built the last ship, didn't you? The one you, Gohan and Krillin used?"
Her mouth went dry. "H-how do you even know about that…?"
"I know plenty." His crimson eyes glowed faintly, though his voice remained calm, almost playful. "And right now, I know that you're the only one who can help me get there."
Bulma crossed her arms, glaring at him. "And if I say no?"
Buu chuckled. "Then I get bored. And you wouldn't want to see me bored, would you?
Bulma swallowed hard, anger and fear clashing in her chest.
Meanwhile, at Kami's Palace, silence hung heavy after Buu's sudden departure.
The Z Fighters gathered in a loose circle, their faces grim. Goten and Trunks fumed, insisting they could have beaten him if he hadn't flown away. Goku stood quietly, arms crossed, his brow furrowed.
But it was Piccolo who finally spoke, his voice low and grave.
"This isn't the same Buu."
Krillin frowned. "What do you mean?"
Piccolo's eyes hardened. "He's planning something. He asked me about Namek."
Everyone froze.
"NAMEK?!" Krillin's voice cracked.
"That's impossible!" Goku shouted. "He shouldn't even know about that!"
Piccolo's fists clenched. "Exactly. But he does. And if he gets there…"
The unspoken thought chilled them all
Back at Capsule Corp, Bulma finally sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Fine. I'll check the blueprints. Just leave me alone."
Buu raised a hand, grinning. "Bulma, Bulma, Bulma… You'll come with me, I don't want any surprises mid course."