The planet was beautiful, at least it used to be. It's once heavenly green and luscious environment was practically crying out in agony as parts of it were engulfed by flame or blasted into rubble by stray Ki blasts. A truly epic battle raged in the skies above, five figures all attacking a lone sixth in the hopes of overcoming its monstrous power. But it was to no avail. One by one the Supreme Kais fell, their impressive power no match for the monster they fought against. Momo felt an unquenchable desire to fight and kill, no matter who it was that stood in his way. After he knocked down the fifth Supreme Kai, only one remained in front of him.

"On my honor as a Supreme Kai, I [i]will[/i] destroy you, Monster!" he shouted, mustering up as much Ki as he could before hurling it at his enemy in the form of a mighty sphere of explosive divine energy.

Momo instinctively put his arms up in a defensive position. And although the blast enveloped him, when the dust cleared he remained standing strong and virtually unharmed. A wicked grin widened itself across Momo as he let out a howl of childish laughter. But something was off, his voice was... wrong. He didn't sound like himself. Nevertheless he slowly approached the defeated Supreme Kai, his laughter never ceasing even as a piece of his own body tore off from him and stretched, slowly enveloping around the Kai in cartoonish and yet also grotesque manner. The Supreme Kai's screams started loud but were quickly muffled into silence by the enveloping goo that then flew back into Momo's own body.

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On the shores of a lake, a figure jerked himself awake. A primitive fishing rod sat propped up with some rocks, its line cast out into the water and pulling on it with a strong tug. Momo jumped from his sitting position and grabbed the pole, his blanket falling to the ground and revealing his pink, gooey body in the sunlight. He yanked the pole, his own natural strength more than a match for the giant fish caught on the line. The fish itself catapulted upward before landing in the arms of the hungry Majin. Momo jammed the stick through the fish's body without mercy, killing it and then propping the catch over an unlit campfire. It didn't stay unlit for long, with a swift motion Momo threw a tiny blast of Ki into the pit that lit it ablaze. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the fish to cook.

"Mmm..." Momo rubbed his forehead thoughtfully, "...strange dream Momo have. Momo not feel like... Momo." he plumped back down onto the ground, the nearby blanket suddenly changing to a pink color as it collided into Momo's body only to pop back out wrap itself around the Majin's body, covering his head so that his trio of pink tendrils were no longer visible, "Why Momo hurt those guys? Momo not want kill, but in dream Momo kill those guys... Momo not get it." he shook it off, deciding it wasn't worth pondering over. Dreams were just dreams, nothing to think too hard about.

Minutes later, Momo was scarfing down delicious roasted fish. Food in cities usually tasted better, but Momo learned long ago that cities were places he just wouldn't ever be welcome in. He simply looked too scary, and humans for some reason hated scary things. He had to get used to catching a fish or two for dinner and sleeping out in the wilderness every night. He never stayed in any area for long at a time, as the Majin found himself getting bored of seeing the same scenery for too long. When the fish was nearly eaten, Momo's head tilted up quickly in curiosity. He couldn't tell what it was, but he caught sight of... something... flying overhead. It wasn't a bird, too fast, and birds didn't usually have Ki auras about them.

"Oh... it must be strong guy!" Momo said, standing up and morphing his blanket into a full body coat and hood that covered most of his pink skin up, "Not many strong guys in world, maybe Momo follow?" he hesitated a moment, remembering that interacting with people almost always ended badly for him. But he shrugged it off and launched off into the air after whoever it was who had flown by. Sometimes the Majin's childlike curiosity got the better of him. Scratch that, it almost always got the better of him.