🔶 POV: Bulma
Something is wrong with West City.
Not "robots attacking," not "aliens invading," not "my husband exploded the gravity chamber again."
Those things are normal.
This is weirder.
I'm in Capsule Corp's garden, checking the new fuel-mix readings, when I glance up and see—
A building.
A building that was NOT there yesterday.
And not just any building.A modern, sleek, off-world, too-perfect-looking hotel sitting one block away on an empty plot of land.
It's like a piece of some futuristic city copied itself into ours.
"What the…?"
Curiosity overrides common sense — again — and I march straight toward it. The front is clean, shiny, with that unnerving VACANCY sign glowing faintly above the entrance.
This is new tech.Advanced tech.Alien-level tech.I need to study this.
I push the door open—
And a tidal wave of smell slams into me.
Sweet. Savory. Rich. Umami. Heavenly. Impossible.
My legs buckle.
"Oh—OH—WHAT IS THAT!?"
The scent is so strong my eyes water.
"What IS this place!?"
Then—
A familiar energy signature flickers behind me.
Before I can turn—WHAM — two hands grip my shoulders.
🔶 POV: Goku
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.
I don't know what happened.One moment I'm on Mount Paozu, helping Chi-Chi with the garden, the next—sniffsniff sniff sniff
"CHI-CHI.GRAB MY HAND."
"What—Goku!? What now!?"
"NO TIME—THERE'S FOOD."
And I Instant Transmission.
In an instant, we're behind Bulma.
She jumps in surprise.Chi-Chi starts yelling.Everything is normal.
But that smell.
That glorious, amazing, heavenly smell.
I didn't know food could smell this good.My stomach screams louder than Super Saiyan 3.
I lean into Bulma.
"Bulma. Whatever's in there—I want it."
Chi-Chi smacks my arm."GOKU! WHAT IF IT'S DANGEROUS!?"
"It smelled good, so it can't be dangerous."
"THAT'S—THAT'S NOT—THAT'S NOT HOW ANYTHING WORKS!"
I ignore logic because food exists.
🔶 POV: Chi-Chi
Why do I even try?
Why.
My husband just teleported us halfway across the country because of a SMELL. Not a threat. Not a mission.A smell.
And now there's a strange futuristic hotel where NOTHING was yesterday?
I cross my arms.
"This has alien nonsense written all over it."
And my idiot husband.And my future headache.
Goku is already halfway through the doorway.
"GOKU! WAIT!"
🔶 POV: Majin Buu
Buu is eating chocolate.
Buu always eats chocolate.
But then—
SNIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Buu's head jerks up.
"FOOOOOOOD…"
Mr. Satan screams in the next room.
"WHAT!? WHAT NOW!? WHY ARE YOU MAKING THAT FACE!??"
Buu grabs him.Not gently.
"BUU SMELL SOMETHING! BUU WANT IT!"
"WAIT—NO—! BUU—PLEASE—STOP—MY BACK—BUUUUU!!!"
They vanish in a pink blur.
🔶 POV: Mr. Satan (Hercule)
I am being carried by a pink demon at Mach 10.
This is not how I thought my morning would go.
"BUU! SLOW DOWN! YOU'RE GONNA—AAAAAGH—TURN RIGHT—NO LEFT—NO BRAKES—BUU BRAKES DON'T EXI—"
We crash into the middle of the street.
I roll across the pavement like a human bowling ball.
Buu doesn't notice.
He is sniffing the air like a bloodhound made of bubblegum.
"HERCULE! FOOD THIS WAY!"
Oh god.
We run—no, Buu sprints and I get dragged—toward the smell.
We skid to a stop near Capsule Corp.
There's Goku.With Bulma.And Chi-Chi.And a weird futuristic building that shouldn't exist.
I freeze.
This is alien tech.This is science-fiction.This is—
"Buu go inside now."
"No—wait—BUU—DON'T!"
Too late.
🔶 POV: Goku (again)
We all stare at the door.
Bulma is analyzing it.Chi-Chi is screaming.Mr. Satan is begging for his life.Buu is vibrating with excitement.I'm drooling.
The smell…it's getting stronger.
I look back at everyone.
"Okay. I'm going in."
Bulma shouts, "Goku—WAIT—!"Chi-Chi screams, "GET BACK HERE!"Mr. Satan cries, "PLEASE DON'T—!"Buu cheers, "YAAAAY!"
I step inside.