A/N: There is a long list of things I need to get done, but this is something to help me cope. Not super pleased with it, I am happy I got it done though and off my chest.

Takes place at the end of Z in the months before the memories of Buu (at least his description) were wished away. Pretty sure the dubbed name for their dog is Bee, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

Characters: Buu, Mr. Satan, Videl, Trunks and Goku

Buu was bored. He was often bored since the threat of his evil and chaotic side was defeated. The bubble-gum pink Majin was stuck in Mr. Satan's big house for a few months now. At least, that's what Videl said when he asked her how much time was left until he could go out to see the city like she did with her father, friends, or Gohan. Buu could not do that. He still had to wait.

The last time he had tried to leave (he was horrible at sneaking) was last week. The conversation went about the same with Mr. Satan.

"I want to go out."

"You can't. Everyone will recognize you and call the cops. That will get you and them in trouble." Hercule stated tentatively. He was always the same in these conversations. Buu didn't understand. Mr. Satan was his best friend. A lot of time they had fun together but just as much he was out there with the "press" as he called it and doing other fun or boring looking things.

"Why not? Buu is sorry." He pointed to himself. His view of morals remained simple, but he understood eating people was wrong now and so was straight up killing. They couldn't have their own fun if that happened.

Hercule put on a serious face. He nodded along to the words. "I know you are Buu; you're good now. But people have big memories and trauma of what you did, and they're not things people can forgive easily. The best thing to do is wait it out here and then you'll have a clean slate."

Earlier conversations, Buu agreed and let the conversation drop. This time he didn't. He was upset. "I want to go out!" Steam erupted from his head and Mr. Satan stumbled back.

"I'm sorry. It's too dangerous." There the conversation did drop.

So, Buu was stuck inside, still. Mr. Satan's place was huge. Bigger than the place he made (out of people). There were movies and games to play in the theater room, the kitchen was stocked with all sorts of different foods all around the world, although their private chef couldn't work in the home kitchen as often now with Buu living here. The gym was puny, but he had fun tossing weights around (that wasn't what they were for, but it was entertaining, and he hadn't broken anything since the first time), and sometimes when Gohan visited Videl they had pushups or other exercise related challenges. Videl played along too, but she dropped out with a laugh and a huff around the 80s, seeing how unfazed her boyfriend and houseguest were.

All those things were fun, and could stay so if he went back and did it. However, they were also dry and repetitive after the 500th time. All the activities lost their uniqueness and pleasure when he couldn't be creative for any more stuff to do. He almost broke something in the gym again in his frustration and then opted to stop. Mr. Satan will be upset when he returned home.

His current activity left him in the kitchen. Buu was eating a roast that he cooked up with a ki blast. It did not taste particularly good, but it would do. His stomach grumbled in agreement.

Videl walked into the kitchen and noticed Buu sitting on the counter. His pink form contrasted with the metallic sheen of the largely stainless-steel kitchen. He was hard to miss. "Oh, hi Buu."

"Hi." Buu smiled. At first, he did not know how to handle the little Satan girl. She was tougher than her father, yet she seemed more nervous around him than Mr. Satan ever did and avoided him completely the first three weeks he was here. That led him to not liking her right away. He liked people who liked him. However, the two warmed up to each other and now Buu had someone else to talk to or play games with.

The teenager walked to the fridge and opened it. She facepalmed and tried to hide her reaction by keeping her back to him. Buu still saw the tension there.

"Buu, you ate everything. Now I'll have to go out shopping again."

"Oh," Buu's mouth formed a small o with the word and looked at the time. He did not believe he was here long or really eaten that much. He pouted and munched on his roast. "That's nice." She could go outside; Buu couldn't. He tried not to be bitter toward her again. "What's a store like?" Another thing Buu did to bypass time was question people, so he could figure out what he could do once he was allowed out. Mr. Satan dedicated two nights a week to explaining how human culture worked, so Buu wouldn't cross any lines by accident once freedom came.

Videl turned to face him, with the frustration staying in her posture. "It's a place you go to exchange money for items." She dug out her wallet from her pocket and pulled out a slim card of plastic and a few green slices of paper. The teen went on to count the amount of paper, running calculations in her head on what she needed to buy.

"Okay," Buu bowed his head in thanks and then chomped on his roast. With the bite down, he asked. "Do we have a lot of money?"

"Yes, we do. You don't have to worry about that, Buu." She gave him a tired smile.

He finished his food and mumbled. "Buu bored."

"I know." He thought not; she could go out and see her friends. Not that Buu had a large group of friends, all he needed was Mr. Satan and Bee, but he liked the idea of opportunity outside the walls. She placed her bag on the counter and pulled out a device he remembered her calling a laptop. "Do you remember me showing you this?" He nodded.

"I'll login for you and let you use it while I go get more food. I won't take off the safety kids lock that Dad thinks I don't know how to get through. Your mind is too innocent for the dark side of the internet. Don't tell him I know how to remove it either."

"Remove what?"

"Good," she smirked and after a rundown of refreshing him on the best way to type ("I'll ask Bulma or someone to make a bigger keyboard for your hands."), he was left to his own devices with the laptop. The mouse was the easiest thing to use, thus Buu refrained from typing too much and went through Videl's bookmarks; the most interesting to him were videos from martial arts tournaments of a variety of levels.

That managed to keep him busy for a couple more hours.

X_X

Martial arts videos became dull soon enough. They were interesting though, and soon he had Mr. Satan bring him his own computer to mess around with. After a few more weeks, he ran out of ideas of things to search or try to explore on the "Internet." Computers were also harder to understand than video game consoles, so he only tried it shortly after waking up when his mind was still fresh.

Buu had no idea how long until he was allowed to go out was supposed to be. When he asked, he mixed up the days and weeks remaining. Everything blurred together. One day, he was in the giant house with Trunks as Bulma dropped him off for Videl and Mr. Satan to watch him while she went shopping in Satan City. He liked the kid well enough. Trunks wasn't as anxious as other visitors were around him. Although, he brushed off ideas of sparring, which Buu thought would be enjoyable after the martial arts videos. That's when the kid seemed nervous.

"That won't do." Buu was unsure if Trunks was answering his question about going outside or upset that he lost the game they were playing. The Majin puffed some steam and pressed the exit menu button.

"I want outside."

Trunks ran a hand down his face. The recently turned nine-year-old had little patience for the child-like stubbornness. "You can't go out. People would recognize you and there will be riots in the streets if people knew Mr. Satan let Majin Buu stay in his house."

"But Mr. Satan is my friend." Trunks sighed, and Buu was not ready to give up yet. "Can't go out because recognizing me?" He pointed to himself and the child nodded. "Then I won't look like me."

"How do you plan to do that?" However, Trunks conceded to the challenge of disguising Buu, also still a little sour his mom didn't want to buy the new toy drones he wanted. It would be a unique task, so they set to work.

"Why do I need this?" Buu asked as Trunks shoved a large hat on his head.

Trunks landed on the floor and looked up at him. "Because that antennae… thing on your head is one of the ways people will recognize you."

Rubbing his stomach as it grumbled for lunch, he imagined a nice restaurant he saw on TV to eat at. That will be fun. "Okay," he agreed. The hat almost fell off. Trunks sighed and returned to the closet.

"You're so big Buu. How did Mr. Satan find clothes to fit you?" In an effort to make Buu feel more welcome, Hercule had gotten a bunch of clothes for him. They were uncomfortable.

"You calling Buu fat?"

"No, no," the boy waved his hands down nervously. "Even if you weren't – I mean, you're really tall on top of that." He remembered Super Buu towering over Piccolo, and Piccolo was the tallest person he knew.

"Hm," Buu put on the overcoat that Trunks handed him. It itched his arms and stretched over his back uncomfortably. "Don't like, too warm." The clothes were stifling. All the airholes he used to help regulate his temperature were covered up. Trunks handed him a belt to cover the Majin symbol on his pants.

"Do you want to go out or not? This is the only way, and the fresh air will feel good." The only fresh air Buu got was in the backyards of Satan Mansion. To be fair, it was a large yard and sometimes Buu would play with Bee out there.

Buu grumbled yet finished getting his disguise. Food. Restaurant.

Walking around him, Trunks studied his handiwork. "You're not completely covered up, and it'll be hard for you to wear sunglasses. But I think we're good." Buu smiled and felt his face grow warm at the lack of an exit point. He puffed the steam out through his mouth instead.

They were halfway to the door when Videl caught them. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "What are you two doing?"

"I want out!" Buu squinted his eyes at the annoying girl. Her hands tightened and her knuckles turned white but she did not drop her stance.

"You can't, Buu. It'll be too much of a hassle, for everyone, including you, and Dad. If you got caught." A tentative smile crossed her face and she reached up to put a hand on his shoulder. "It's only a few more weeks. Then the dragon will apparently make everyone forgot you." The teenager was still curious on how the wishes worked, but she was alive, so they must have.

Trunks crossed his arms and glared off to the side. "Stickler Auntie for the rules. It's a good disguise."

X_X

He still had a week until he could leave. He thought so; he may have slept longer than he imagined. Buu remembered when he first saw Mr. Satan's home. He was impressed and asked what it was made out of (not being people). The World Champion took a few minutes to boast on the – architect? – that built the mansion to his expectations. Buu tuned the conversation out and simply concluded that it was a nice home.

A month went by, and then another, and the home became smaller and smaller. It was still nice, and Buu had hundreds of things to do, but that list dried up fast. His patience was not the best so repeating the same group of activities to hardly any payoff tired him out. He was frequently bored. And tired.

Currently, the Majin was on the floor with Bee, the dog curled up at his side, already over twice the size Buu and Hercule found him in. The two were snoozing. Buu loved the pup, he didn't come up with excuses on why he couldn't do this or that (usually leaving and destroying something). The two played in the yard almost every day, with the dog tiring out before him, but Buu still enjoying the soothing task of throwing the ball back and forth.

The dog's nose twitched as voices came closer to the sitting room. Buu, also becoming aware of extra people in the home, rolled over and sat up. He often had to hide in his room when visitors or workers came. He would rather not. This time, though, there was no need. Goku walked in with Mr. Satan, and their conversation drew Buu's interest since he heard food.

"Yeah, thanks for offering Chi Chi your kitchen and for watching Goten while Gohan is over studying. I guess they have exams coming up soon. Heh, Chi says she appreciates it since we were running low on food."

"It's not a problem. I'll be happy to watch the kids, and your wife is a great cook, so that'll be good too."

"Yup," the Saiyan smiled and looked over to the Majin as he stood up. "Hey, Buu."

"Hi!" Buu grinned. Goku was high up his like list. He was fun to fight with, and the Saiyan defended him as much as Mr. Satan did before he got settled. Goku didn't come by much though and also didn't have time to deny him leaving. Buu prepped himself up for disappointment. "Do you want to fight Buu?"

Hercule audible squeaked and was at his side in a second, resting a hand on his arm. "Now, Buu, if you guys fight here, I won't have a home…"

"Yeah, sure!" The happy-go-lucky fighter slapped him on the back. "I'm supposed to be meeting Vegeta later. You can fight with us."

"But, uh, Buu still can't be seen by anyone. They'll freak out."

Goku shrugged the comment off and turned so he was facing both. "It won't be a problem. I was planning to Instant Transmission over anyway, and no one else will be there. Well, Piccolo may join us, but that won't be a problem."

Buu cocked his head to the side. "Buu allowed to go out?"

"It'll be fun." Goku scratched the back of his head. "Oh, wow, you really haven't been out in ages, have you?"

"Outside!" The Majin balled his fists happily.

Bee sat down next to him and barked, just as cheerful. Goku knelt down and scratched the dog behind his ears. "It won't be safe for you to be with us. But I'm sure if you talk to Goten he'll love to play with you."

"Thank you for this, Goku. Buu has been stir crazy for months." Mr. Satan rubbed a bead of sweat off his brow.

"Of course. I wish I would have remembered he would be stuck here. I'll let Chi know I'm heading out, and maybe ask for some pie for dessert later. That'll be a good refresher once everyone is done with their work."

"And pudding." Buu added.

"Pudding sounds good, too. I'll be right back, Buu."

The Majin was happy.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I want to update Wait- When am I? finally and get caught up on real-life obligations, but I hope this was a somewhat enjoyable read from someone who is stir crazy stuck in her house right now. I will return to update this – eventually – with one-shots I've planned over a year ago sooner or later.

Stay safe and take care everyone : )