Jump City
Victor Stone
With a click of the door being unlocked, Victor opened the door to let himself back into his home, the lights were still off, so that meant his pops was still at work; Shutting the door behind him, Victor pulled his hood off from his head, letting his half cyborg head be seen fully if anyone were in the condominium to see it.
Letting out a sudden loud burp while pounding his chest with his fist, he sniffed a couple times and smelled the freshly eaten pizza from his cyborg gut; his pops really went beyond anything he could to make his cyborg body function like a normal humans, but still made him stand out.
Something that Buu dude didn't care about his own pink self standing out, it made Victor think a bit, and even though the little pink dude was far from a human, he was sorta right; the stares were just stares, but it didn't help Victor with the other things he missed about his old body.
He was an athlete, he had a body that he could push and push, to reach the pinnacle of sports; looking down at his cyborg hand, he clenched it a few times with a frown. But now he was nothing but a half man, half cyborg…
Or in Buu's so elegant words, Robot-man. The name call definitely didn't feel like it came from some sort of derision, the little pink dude just didn't know his name yet.
"You know Buu's name now, what yours?"
"Uhhh….oh yeah, the name's Stone…Victor Strone, nice chatting it up with you little Dude."
A smile found its way across Victor's face, before he began walking through his home to turn the television on to watch something, or if nothing was, he would play his gamestation. He still had RoboFighter Six to play, he could play online with others and not be seen.
Walking into the kitchen first around the island counter, Victor opened the fridge to get something to drink first.
While he rummaged through the fridge, to grabbed some orange juice from out of it, the front door to the building was opened, prompting Victor to stand up and see his pops walk in with his usual carryon bag and it strap hanging off his shoulder that kept his laptop in and and a few folders.
Silas Stone, dressed in his work attire with an overcoat on, looked back at his son, both shared a second of silence between each other, before Victor shut the fridge door with the orange juice carton in hand to place it on the island counter to get himself a cup; Silas meanwhile said nothing as he began taking his bag off from his shoulder and placed it on the nearby couch before he removed his coat to place it on the coat rack.
Neither son nor father said anything, as Victor opened a cupboard to grab himself a glass while Silas walked further into his home to sit on the couch he placed his bag on to rest his feet for a few.
While Victor began pouring himself some juice, his dad spoke up, breaking the silent atmosphere of the building, "So…uh…how was your day?" Silas asked him.
Once Victor was finished pouring enough juice into his cup, he set the carton aside and looked over at his pops with a calm expression, "Was fine, went out to get pizza though." he responded.
As Victor grabbed his cup and lifted it to drink from it, he could see out of his cyborg eye that his dad's facial expression lifted a bit somewhat, before speaking while Victor gulped down his drink. "Oh?! Uh, that's that great! Uh…you didn't have any problems though, right?" his dad asked at the end.
Lowering his cup back down after he chugged all his juice gone, Victor looked back over at his dad and spoke, "Not really…kept my hood on, didn't feel like getting stared at all the time…." he responded, earning a bit of a frown from his dad.
Pressing his hands together, Silas looked back at his son with a somber look, "You know I tried the best I could…and you know how dearly I wish I could have done the same for your mom…"
Silence pervaded the living space the two lived in, before Victor broke it with a just as somber tone, "Yeah, well, thanks for saving me though dad…and I miss her too…" He responded, earning a bit of a smile back from his dad.
While Victor walked into the living room where Silas was, his dad pressed down on the couch to help himself up and walked off into the kitchen, "You should try getting out more like you did tonight." His dad recommended, Victor in the meanwhile sat down on the larger couch and reached forward to grab the remote.
As Victor turned the television on, he spoke to his father without looking at him, "I might…gonna have to eventually and get used to this body of mine…" he talked back, the sound of the television itself came on and pervaded the home with the sound of the news playing.
"Behind me, the pizza corner plaza had a fine hero stop a police chase!"
Victor frowned for a second, choosing if he should change it or not; he really didn't feel like hearing about his 'heroic' stunt he pulled, his finger hovered above the channel buttons.
"And as you see behind me, the perpetrator's vehicle front hood and engine was blasted by what some say a blue beam!"
"You know…" Silas's voice prompting Victor to steer his head to look over at him, his own pops was leaning against the island counter, a box of ready to eat meal in hand he pulled out from the freezer, his dad gave him an inquisitive look as he looked back at him as the news continued to play in the background, "I installed many features into that body of yours…you know, to make sure you were more than some cyborg."
His dad's eyes trailed to the television, bystanders to the crime scene were giving interviews by the news reporter, "I'm just glad you used what I gave you for the good of others, when the time was right…and not something terrible."
Victor couldn't help but smile back at his own dad's smirk, "Heh, well, you and mom didn't raise no bully." he jested back, making them both chuckled a bit.
Majin Buu
While the night was still young, and some businesses were still open, I continued my venture through the city, figuring I might be able to find an arcade if one exists in the city; while my late night jaunt took me through lesser crowds of people that walked the city sidewalks at night, I saw up ahead a food market with a few fast food restaurants open.
Realizing something, I flew up and hovered to get a better vantage point, something I should have done from the get go than simple walk; it was really weird to keep forgetting I could fly, you walk your whole past life, you automatically just move to walk without thinking you can fly.
Pocketing my hands into my hoodie front pocket, I hovered and turned around a bit, before finding a lit up district with neon signs that read 'Arcade n Wings'; Must be some sort of Dave and Busters sort of deal.
Shrugging to myself, I flew off through the air at a decent speed, no need to push it any faster than a steady pace.
Finally reaching the food and entertainment joint, I landed down out of the air, causing some stir from the onlookers that were heading into the restaurant and gaming place; ignoring the stares, I walked in through the front doors.
Inside the arcade, there was a clear way for which way to go, and I took to the left where all the arcade games were; a variety of people were in the arcade, the sounds of video games played in the atmosphere as I walked through the place.
To my left, I saw a group of punks playing some random violent shooter game with gun controllers, and I wasn't calling them punks, they were actually rocking the spiked look with leather coats and chains hanging from their jean pants.
One of the guys noticed me as I passed by their group, and lightly punched the back of one his friend's shoulder, "Yo, check it. Pink dude's here!" he grinned a bit, showing a very sharp teeth look, having more than likely filed them down or something to have that look with his teeth.
I paused and stood behind the group of punks as the game was finished, letting everyone turn around to look at me; all five punk dudes began smirking at me, prompting me to give them a nasty smirk back.
My feet moved as quick as they allowed me, which wasn't all that difficult considering I could move fast if I tried, combined with the fact I could twist and move my legs beyond what a human could do; While I kept my hands on the handlebar behind me, I let my feet dance across the dancepad below me as the screen in front of showed the incoming directions for me to touch with my feet.
"Crap, come one dude, This isn't funny!" One of the punk dudes yelled, as he tried to keep up with my score; he wasn't doing bad, but he wasn't getting a near perfect score. "Of course a pink dude that looks like gum could do this crap, we should have just stuck with skee ball!" he griped.
I cackled of course, as the game came to an end, allowing the punk teen to finally breath and relax while his friend laughed at his expense. I released my hands from the handlebar behind me, and stood on my feet to give the dude a sideway glance while expressing an amused smirk, "Punk lucky, Buu strong. Could fold you all like pancakes!"
I was of course referencing earlier, when the punks tried to bully me; one of them tried pushing me, calling me a pink freak, but no give was given. One of them even threw a punch into my face, which also showed no damage or give as I stood still without trouble.
All of the punks backed off after that, while I gave them a nasty smirk; at the time, I simply told them, 'Why fight, games surround us to compete without fists!"
Of course, the punks took exception to that, and it began with one of them confidant to challenge me to an off brand dance dance revolution type game.
I wasn't confident enough to win most games, but I felt this body had good enough reflexes to move, coupled with the ability to stretch and move fast helped me dance with the game.
One of the other punk dudes, stepped forward with an annoyed grunt, and glared down at me through his sunglasses that hung down on the tip of his nose, "alright, pink blob, next up, we play guns and roses!" He thumbed up at himself and smirked, "You're looking at the all time highest scorer of that game!" he boasted.
What's with the rip-off name?..,
…No wait, I'm actually curious now what the game is; I looked up at the punk dude, and smirked back, "Buu fine with that, have all night to play!" I responded.
"Yo, idiots, I've been looking all over for you, and this is where you're all hanging!?" a grouchy voice earned everyone's attention, even mine, as everyone turned around to see the owner of the voice.
Walking through the arcade like he owned the place, was none other than what looked like…uh…wait, what was his name?
"Yo, Johnny, I don't want any more trouble in here!" A manager looking dude walked in after him, earning the man's ire.
Johnny Rancid! That's his name!
Johnny turned and glared at the manager, "Shut it, Mikey, I'm just collecting my boys!" He grouched back, getting the other man to back off, before he continued his warpath towards his group of punks.
Once Johnny reach his group of punks and me, his eyes drifted over to me and frowned for a bit, "...who the heck dragged your sorry mug through the candy factory machine, you look like you were turned into gum, then spat back out on recall." he grinned nastily at his insult towards me.
While his boys snickered at the insult, I however smirked nonetheless, "You make fun of Buu, that fine, you look like hand-me down biker." I snarked back, earning quite a few snickers from Johnny's boys.
Johnny glared and scoffed, and pointed down at me, "Heard worse insults than that! You look like something I chew up and spit out!"
He earned another round of chuckles from his boys, but I kept my smirk up, this was actually kinda fun throwing insults back and forth, "Breath smells like trash, did biker man enjoy his morning breakfast toilet water?"
Another round of snickers erupted from the punk dudes, while Johnny glared at me, before standing back to cover his mouth and breath in it, before retracting his hand back down, "Crap, so that's why my date left!" he snapped with anger.
"Shut it!" Johnny shouted at his boys, who all shut up as told, before he smirked back down at me, "Okay, you got me here, Pink gum dude, but bring your A game next time!" He challenged, before he walked off while snapping his finger, "Let's roll out boys!" he shouted, getting all the punk dudes to leave with him.
…Is it weird I really liked that interaction I had with Johnny Rancid?