The gathered ponies all just stared in horror at the scene before them. Pinkie had thrown together Buu’s welcome party in record time. Once the townsponies had been rounded up and assured that he was of no harm, the party had started. It was going rather smoothly until Buu had morphed into a very obese version of himself and started to devour all of the food in a frenzy.

“Hey! Leave some of that for the rest of us!” Dash shouted, causing the overweight majin to pause and look back at her.

“Ponies want eat too?” he asked in a rather childish voice, a cupcake inches away from his face. He frowned, a bit of his more rational mind regaining control.

“Yes! Just cause it’s your party doesn’t mean you get all the food!” Dash berated, fuming over her empty stomach.

“OK! Buu make more food!” He got to his feet with a childish laugh, turning his attention to the balloons that floated above them. “Cake!” Buu shouted, firing a pink beam from his antenna which engulfed the balloons in a pink aura. There was a poof and they gently fell to the ground, now in the form of several cakes of various size and shape. “Now there food for ponies!”

“H-how did you do that?” Twilight asked, utterly dumbfounded by the majin’s use of magic. She knew a few transmutation spells herself but they weren’t that powerful or easy to cast.

“Buu used Chocolate Beam!” he declared happily, striking a heroic pose. He blinked for a moment before his body shifted, reverting back to his original form. “Ugh... I hate being that hungry,” he complained, shaking his head a little. He blinked, looking at all the confused townsponies. “Uh... sorry about that, I’m not myself when I get hungry...” he looked away, rubbing his neck, rather embarrassed.

“Oh it’s alright sugarcube,” Applejack said, giving him a reassuring smile. “We all get like that sometimes! Just means ya have a healthy appetite!”

“Yeah, ‘healthy’,” Dash muttered to herself, getting a glare from Applejack.

“We’re missing the point here!” Pinkie shouted, getting everyone’s attention, “It’s time to party!” As if on cue, the DJ started to play her jams and the ponies started to mingle, treating themselves to some of the former balloon cakes.

“You gotta love how quickly ponies get over things,” Buu said with a laugh, taking a seat and sipping at a soda he had conjured up.

“I have so many questions to ask you!” Twilight exclaimed, taking a seat next to him. Levitating a quill and scroll in her magic, her face spread into a manic rictus.

“Look, I just woke up from a thousand year nap, I really don’t want to answer questions,” he said, holding his hand up. “I just want to relax, make some friends and then find somewhere to crash for the night.” He finished up his soda before transmuting the empty can into a cupcake, which he shoved into his mouth.

“That’s still creepy,” Dash shuddered as she and the others took their seats at the table.

“Mr. Buu, you must come to my boutique sometime, I would love to make you some clothes,” Rarity tapped her chin, looking him over, already thinking up several designs that would fit his odd, changing form.

“Sorry to disappoint you but I’m not too into clothes anymore,” Buu said, shaking his head. “The pants are as far as I go. Also, don’t call me Mr. Buu, just Buu, I’m not married and I’m not my father.”

“Surely you must get cold,” Rarity protested with a frown. “You don’t exactly have any fur, dear.”

Buu just rolled his eyes with a sigh, “I thank you for the concern Rarity, but believe me, I am rather unaffected by the elements. Hell, I could survive in space if I felt like it, where there is no air and no warmth.”

“OK, now you’re just making stuff the hay up,” Dash said, rolling her eyes. “You can not go up into space,” she crossed her arms, frowning at him.

“Well I can, I don’t really need to breathe,” he said with a shrug.

“Yes, well, back to the subject at hoof,” Rarity said, clearing her throat, “Don’t you think you should have something nice to wear when you go up to Canterlot? I could whip you something up.”

“Nah, I got it covered,” Buu said as his torso shifted. A moment later, the top layer of his skin morphed into a sleeveless orange shirt with a blue shirt underneath it. “Tada! I can make my own clothes!”

They just stared at him, rather speechless. Everytime they thought he couldn’t get anymore impossible, he just kept one-upping himself. He was almost as bad as Pinkie.

“H-how? You just turned your own flesh into clothing!” Twilight shouted, slamming her hooves onto the table, her eyes wide and her mane starting to frazzle.

“I have no idea, I just can. Star Swirl looked into it as well and as best he could come up with is that since I’m mostly magical I can do whatever I want to my body,” he explained, having conjured up another soda. “It’s rather handy if you ask me.”

“Ah’m just not gonna question it,” Applejack said with a sigh, taking a sip of her drink. “Y’all are even crazier than Pinkie, ya know that Buu?”

“I get that a lot actually,” he said with a laugh, “I mean, Pinkie wasn’t around back then but people still told me I was crazy, not that they minded of course. Most people, after the whole ‘talking wad of gum’ thing wears off, take a liking to me. Well, except for Platinum, but she was always a bitch.”

“Wait, are you talking about Princess Platinum?” Rarity asked, raising an eyebrow. “One of the founders of Equestria?”

“Yup,” he said with a sagely nod. “She was also a total bitch. Wouldn’t stop complaining or throwing people into the dungeon over the stupidest things. I swear she threw a guy into the dungeon for seven years with no trial just for coughing.”

“That sounds rather... extreme.” Twilight frowned, looking up from her notes. “What about Chancellor Puddinghead and Commander Hurricane?”

“Well... Puddinghead was... not all there. He was like Adam West in Family Guy except ten times worse. How he got in a position of power is beyond me,” he leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. “As for Hurricane, she was way into BDSM, apparently she had a harem of the best looking stallions and mares... and a few griffons. I never saw it, thank god.” He shuddered, shaking his head. The girls just stared at him, looking a little wide eyed. “Aw crap, I think I broke them...” He got up, waving a hand in front of their faces. “Well... uh... I’m gonna go mingle... you girls uh... keep doing what you're doing.” He quickly slunk away, moving into the crowd of chattering party goers. Most of the ponies were nice, though more than a few were hesitant to get too close to him.

He paused, a frown forming on his lips. Despite the rather jumbled collection of energy signatures the surrounding ponies created, one stood out among them. A very strong chaotic presence was in the vicinity, one that was remarkably like Discord. Deciding to nip the problem in the bud, he slipped out of the building and into town. He moved quietly, feeling around for whatever monstrosity that Discord had left behind.

“Is that... crying?” he asked, turning down an alley. The presence, and crying, only increased as he walked into the alley, managing to move soundlessly. Sitting in the middle of the alley, bawling her eyes out, was a small purple filly with a cutie mark depicting a screw and a baseball. Her mane and tail were a darker purple with a splattering of white. Sitting atop her head was a yellow and white beanie with a green propeller. He moved up to her, kneeling down. “Hey.”

She yelped in surprise, jumping up and floating in the air, gazing at him with fear filled eyes. Eyes that were, Buu noted, spiraled.

“It’s OK,” Buu said, holding his hand up, “I’m not gonna hurt you. My name’s Buu, what’s yours?” he asked, giving her his best smile.

“S-Screwball...” she said with a sniffle, dropping back down onto her hooves, “W-where’s daddy...?” she asked, looking at him with a rather pathetic whimper.

“Is your daddy... Discord?” Buu asked, wincing a little as she nodded, “Well... they put him back in stone.”

“Daddy’s gone!” she wailed, crying into her hooves, her propeller hat drooping in sadness. Buu looked on in silence before stretching his arm out and pulling her into a hug. She hesitated for a moment before hugging him back ,sobbing into his chest.

“Hey now, don’t cry,” he said, stroking her mane. “Your daddy didn’t leave you on purpose.”

“H-he didn’t even bother to look for me!” she shouted, hugging Buu tighter.

‘Geez,’ Buu thought to himself, ‘Discord is a deadbeat dad on top of being a jerk.’ He looked down at Screwball, giving her another smile.

“How about... if I become your new daddy?” She blinked, looking up at him and tilting her head.

“Y-you’d be my daddy?” she asked, sniffling, wiping her nose on a napkin that had appeared from nowhere.

“Sure, I’m great with kids!” he declared, scooping her up and placing her on his head. She let out a small giggle, holding on. “You also make a great hat!” he announced, strutting out of the alley, the pair sporting huge grins.

“Buu!” Twilight called, rushing over to him, the other Elements in tow, “Where have you been? You just up and left the party without telling anypony...” she paused, giving him an odd look, “Why is there a filly on your head?”

“Oh you mean Screwball?” Buu asked, reaching up and ‘adjusting’ the filly, making her giggle. “She’s my new hat.”

“Uh huh...” Twilight nodded, “And where did she come from?”

“I dunno,” he admitted with a shrug. “Found her in an alley crying. She said her daddy, Discord, abandoned her and I decided to adopt!” He smirked, giving a double thumbs up.

Pinkie gasped, jumping into the air. “This calls for a ‘congratulations on your adoption’ party!” She darted off in a burst of smoke, which made Buu blink. He shook his head, looking back at the remaining ponies.

“Buu don’t you think this is rather... sudden?” Rarity asked giving an uncertain look, “Taking care of a foal is a lot of work.”

“Are you saying I’m not responsible?” Buu asked, glaring at Rarity, “I may be a pink, nonsensical weirdo but one thing I am not is irresponsible!”

“You can’t adopt the spawn of Discord!” Twilight shouted, her eye twitching, “She’s probably plotting to free him right now!”

“She’s a foal, Purple Smart!” Buu shouted back, crossing his arms, “A very strange foal with swirly eyes, but a foal nonetheless!” He reached up, scooping Screwball off his head and holding her in front of Twilight’s face. “You see this adorable face? You know what will happen if she gets sent to an orphanage? Sadness! And it’ll be all your fault! Yours!” He gave her a rather intense stare, pointing at her dramatically. “Is that what you really want Twilight? Making a sad filly even sadder? For shame!”

Twilight just stumbled back under the verbal onslaught, a little dazed. She gazed at Screwball, the little filly giving her big, watery puppy dog eyes. “Ugh!” the beleaguered mare shouted, throwing her arms up into the air, “Fine! But if she causes any trouble it’s your responsibility! Yours!” She waved a hoof at him.

“Woohoo!” the pair shouted, sharing a high five.

“Ah’m goin’ back to the party, Ah’ve had enough crazy fer one day,” Applejack shook her head, trotting back to Sugarcube Corner with Dash and Rarity in tow. Twilight gave Buu one last dirty look before following with Fluttershy.

Buu moved to follow before he turned, staring off into the distance. Something was off... he frowned, unable to shake the feeling.

“Daddy?” Screwball asked, poking his head gently with a stick while floating in front of him.

“Huh?” he asked, turning to her, a bemused expression on his face as she poked his cheek.

“You were staring off into the distance,” she explained, tossing the stick over her shoulder, causing someone to issue a familiar scream. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m OK,” he said with a nod, “Come on, let’s go party.” He scooped her up, teleporting away.

“What a disgustingly sweet planet,” Raditz sneered, gazing down at the bustling streets of Manehatten. Ponies went about their day, oblivious to the danger that loomed above them. “Let’s have some fun shall we?” He thrust his hands out, unleashing a volley of ki blasts, grinning as several buildings exploded. “Much better.” He grinned, cracking his knuckles. “I wonder how long it’ll take for him to come rushing to their rescue? Well... better light a fire under his ass.” He dug deep into his body, grasping onto the power that laid within and summoned it up with a scream.

The skyscraper below him shattered as he exploded with energy, his hair turning a golden color, his body surrounded by a similarly colored aura. “You hear that, you useless wad of gum! I’m going to crush this world underneath my boots! If you care to stop me then you’d best make it quick!” To prove his point, he fired off another volley, toppling a nearby skyscraper. “But please, take your time.” He spoke in a much calmer, colder voice, a wicked, predatory smile gracing his face. “I’m rather enjoying myself.”