Majin Chu [Majin OC - DBZ Canon Divergent]

15 | The Minis Get To Work

Age 767, May 26

The Cell Games Arena

The fight was a cascade of power plays: energy overflowing in every attack. Beams of colorful, devastating light made craters deep and debris fly. Bombs the likes of which he'd never seen exploded constantly, and blood splattered in their wake.

Deets, a man of truth, bore witness to it all, recording as close as he could at his life's risk. He sought to record the event in history, as it was the world's worst crisis. The monster, that ghastly bug-like entity, Cell, was being faced head-on by unknown heroes.

It was these people, not the known champion, Hercule Satan, who were battling for their safety. Among them were faces few knew well today. But Deets, a seeker of knowledge, knew most of these great warriors for their past experiences in the World Tournament all those years ago.

They were the world's hope now, and he'd be damned if he didn't record it all for them to see. Few were as brave... or crazy, as he was. He prided himself on his expert observation (and entertaining commentary). He had to be here, he had to record this.

If this was the end, the world deserved to know. And they deserved to know who fought so hard for them should they prove victorious. Win or lose, he was here to see the end.

This spectacle of light and devastation ruptured the limits of his courage. He was scared witless that any debris flying would kill him. A stray blast of that strange, bomb-like light could blow him away easily. Not once did it almost succeed. This place was his equivalent of hell.

But whether or not this was the apocalypse made real, he vowed to see it until the end. He was Deets! A man of the media! A true journalist, cameraman, and news reporter!

As the heroes fought with the bug-like beast and the brave cameraman recorded, however, something else was happening.

Specks, almost too small to see, were zooming around the destroyed arena. It was harmless, practically mistaken for debris if one didn't notice its odd, purple color. The hundreds of tiny purple specks followed every stray blast and vibrated whenever the fighters charged up their abilities. They were everywhere, hidden in the smoke and stone.

Unbeknownst to everyone present, the tiny blobs could have easily drained every ounce of life energy from their bodies. But they were given specific orders.

No killing. Don't get caught.

Drain energy and give to Seal.

Definitely take a lot from the Copy Baby and his Mini Copy Babies.

No bothering the best and most wonderful Kyuri. Root for him as he made his enemies go boom!

Needless to say, this inconspicuous act was all Chu's doing. And these little specks? They were known as The Minis.

The Minis were seven little bodies separated from Chu. Each has a mind of their own and a piece of Chu's personality, taken to extremes: Sleepy, Friendly, Sadist, Serious, Gremlin, Sociopath, and Fanatic. They hid themselves among the chaos, instructing their specks to do the job of collecting energy.

"Boss wants lots energy! Get lots energy for boss!" Serious furrowed her teeny brows, giving out orders to the specks as they zoomed over the battlefield.

"Look at Kyuri! He punch! He kick! He blast! He perfect!" Fanatic wasn't as concentrated on gathering the energy as she was gushing over Kyuri. "Beat the little copy baby to a pulp! Make him cry!"

"Fan, work! Boss need energy for Boss Brother!" Serious scolded, but Fanatic only gave a swooning sigh. If only there wasn't an order not to bother Kyuri or whatever battle he was in. She would have long gone down and slathered him in all of her obsessive love.