Buu's Blues
Chapter One: Mr. Satan
Chapter One: Mr. Satan
Buu is trying to play fetch with Bee. Poor Bee he can barely even run anymore. No matter how old I get I will always be the World Champ!
“Mr. Satan! Bee no getting ball” Buu pouted.
“Well be he’s old, his bones are getting weak he doesn’t get all the exercise I do.” I told Buu.
“Oh! Is Mr. Satan old too? Is that why yous hair go bye-bye?” Oh man is it really that noticeable?! The strongest person in the world shouldn’t be losing his hair! “Ok Buu lets go back inside now!” I called trying to change the subject. “I need to exercise I don’t become this strong over night, you know” Examining my muscles in a puddle
“Awww can we pleeease play with Bee longer! Please Mr. Satan!” Buu begged
“Fine but only a few more minutes, I mean it this time!”
Chapter Two: Buu
"Time for me to goes to bed! Does Bee want to sleep in my room tonight?!” Oooh tomorrow I’m going to eat pancakes, and ice cream, and pizza for breakfast !! Buu so hungry me can’t wait!
Yaaawn Morning Yay! Buu hopes Mr. Satan is up! “Bee! Wake up! Up, Up, Up!” hmm Bee must be really really tired! Guess me let him sleep more. Oh I smell food!!
“Good Morning, Buu.” Mr. Satan said cooking eggs and bacon…yum! “Where is Bee? He usually follows you everywhere.”
“Oh! Bee is sleepy in my room still, I tried to wake him up but he tired so he sleep.” I replied waiting for the yummy food to get done.
“Mr. Satan after we get done with eating can we go play at park?!” I shouted happily!
“Sure, Buu, the food is finished I promise you it’s the best food ever! If I wasn’t the World Champ in fight I would be the World Champ in cooking! Now eat your food like I need to tell you that”
“Yay I beat you!! I’m done eating!! Hahahaha” I shouted joyfully.
“Man Buu I didn’t even have time to sit down. Go get Bee while I get finished eating. I need to stay healthy the World Tournaments are coming up in a few weeks.” Hmm Bee still sleepy? What was he doing last night? Why Bee so tired? I guess I’ll have to carry him to the park to have fun.
“What’s wrong with Bee?!” Mr. Satan asked.
“Nothin he sleepy. I guess he didn’t sleep any last night. Mr. Satan grabbed Bee from my hands. Why he do that?!
“Oh no… Bee…” Mr. Satan looked like he was about to cry.
“Buu, Bee isn’t sleeping see... He has to be sleeping. We are going to the park today remember you promised! Lets go, come on!”
“Buu, listen Bee he’s…he’s dead.” Mr. Satan whispered.
