The ground shook as Broly and Majin Buu stared each other down amidst the smoldering ruin of the forest. The butterfly was long gone, the rivers had dried to cracks, the air hung heavy with ash. Only the two monsters remained, their auras pressing against each other like colliding storms.
Buu tilted his head, still grinning, his childlike voice echoing oddly in the silence."You fun. Buu like fun."
Broly's teeth bared. He could feel it—this wasn't another empire of ants or a warship with hollow fire. This one hit back. This one laughed when struck. His veins hummed, his body trembled—not with anger this time, but with anticipation.
"STRONG," Broly rumbled, his voice like an earthquake.
Buu giggled. "Strong strong strong!"
And then they moved.
Buu blurred forward first, his arm stretching unnaturally, a whip of pink flesh that snapped around Broly's throat like a serpent. Broly's hand shot up, tearing it free with raw force, the ground around him detonating from the torque. He hurled the limb aside—only for Buu to reform instantly, his fat fist slamming into Broly's jaw.
The impact sent Broly skidding across the earth, his boots carving trenches miles long. His base form's aura flared, emerald light bursting as he righted himself mid-slide. He growled, spit flying from his mouth, and shot forward like a bullet.
The two collided again, fists meeting with a sound like planets cracking. The shockwave rippled across the continent, leveling mountains in an instant.
Broly drove a knee into Buu's gut, sending the pink monster into the air. He followed immediately, slamming both fists down onto Buu's head. The ground cratered again as Buu's body pancaked into the soil—only to spring back up, giggling, his flesh bending like rubber.
"More! More!"
Broly's eyes widened slightly. His fists clenched.
So be it.
For the first time in years, Broly held back from transforming. He wanted this fight to last. He wanted to test this thing, to see just how far it could push him before he let the storm inside loose.
The forest was gone. The rivers gone. The continent was collapsing piece by piece. Yet the battle raged on.
Broly slammed his elbow into Buu's face, sending him spiraling into a mountain. The mountain exploded, but Buu shot back out immediately, his body splitting into dozens of tiny Buus that swarmed Broly like locusts.
Snarling, Broly's aura expanded, green sparks tearing through the swarm, obliterating half of them instantly. The others dogpiled him, chewing, clawing, striking from every angle.
Broly roared, the sound shaking the atmosphere, and with one massive flex of muscle and ki, he detonated his aura outward. The swarm burst apart, pieces of Buu raining down before slithering back into one body.
The pink monster licked his lips. "Yummy! Your power yummy!"
Broly's chest heaved, his fists trembling. This one didn't just take hits. It liked them.
From the edges of the battlefield, Babidi floated nervously, sweat beading down his wrinkled face. Dabura stood stoically beside him, his demonic aura flaring.
"This is madness," Babidi hissed. "We unleashed something worse than Buu! He's not mortal, he's—he's devilspawn!"
Dabura scowled. "If Buu cannot handle him, then I will finish it myself."
Babidi grabbed his arm. "No! You'll—"
Too late.
Dabura surged forward, blade materializing in his hand, his body darting in with supernatural speed. He caught Broly mid-swing, the sword slashing across his chest in a burst of sparks. For a moment, the blade held.
Then Broly's eyes locked on his.
With a roar, Broly's fist closed around Dabura's skull. He slammed the demon into the ground once, twice, three times—the earth cratering deeper with every strike. Dabura's body flailed, his blade shattered, his blood spraying.
Broly lifted him high, then crushed his head like a melon.
Babidi screamed. "No no no no—"
Broly's hand shot out, snatching the wizard from the air. He didn't hesitate. A squeeze, a snap, and Babidi was nothing but paste in his palm.
He tossed both corpses aside like garbage. His chest rose and fell. His aura flickered. His lips curled into something between a smile and a snarl.
"NOT WORTH.."
Buu's grin faltered for the first time. His wide eyes narrowed, his lips curling down in frustration. He stretched both arms wide, charging a massive pink sphere of ki, his body vibrating with fury.
Broly tilted his head, staring at the attack with mild interest. Then he let go.
His aura exploded.
Emerald fire roared upward, splitting the sky in half. His hair flashed gold, then green, spikes jutting out wildly. His muscles bulged, his eyes turned pure white. The ground disintegrated beneath him as Legendary Super Saiyan returned.
The sheer force of his transformation shattered the planet's crust. Oceans boiled into space, the entire planet surface ripped apart, the atmosphere peeled away in chunks. The world cracked like an egg beneath his power.
Buu hurled the sphere of energy, his scream echoing. Broly met it with a single punch. The explosion consumed the rest of the planet, tearing it into fragments.
When the light faded, both fighters floated in space, surrounded by debris.
Broly was smiling now.
They clashed again, their speed blurring into streaks of green and pink across the void. Each strike sent shockwaves that bent asteroids out of orbit, shattered moons, cracked planets.
Buu teleported behind Broly, his fist slamming into the Saiyan's spine. Broly didn't flinch. He spun, grabbing Buu's arm, and swung him like a club into a passing planet. The world cracked apart as Buu's body smashed through its core.
Before the fragments finished scattering, Buu reappeared, blasting Broly point-blank with a pink beam. Broly's body glowed, his aura flaring, and he tanked it, surging forward to bury his fist in Buu's chest.
The fight dragged across systems. Every time Buu tried to regenerate, Broly's strikes tore him apart again. Every time Broly landed a hit, Buu laughed—or screamed—and came back for more.
But Broly wasn't slowing down. His power was climbing. His aura was burning hotter.
And then, finally, they clashed so hard that they ripped a hole in space itself.
The two crashed onto the surface of a star.
The star's surface writhed like liquid fire beneath their feet. Broly's aura flared so violently that the plasma itself parted around him, refusing to touch his skin. Buu howled, his body boiling and melting, only to reconstitute with furious laughter.
They fought amidst solar flares, their fists sending geysers of plasma thousands of miles high. Each blow shook the star's core, threatening to collapse it.
Broly's hair sparked. His aura shrieked with power.
The star dimmed as he ascended further, muscles condensing, ki tightening, lightning crackling around his body. His eyes burned emerald fire.
The void had no sound, no air, no comfort. It was infinite black pierced only by the molten fire of the star beneath them. Its surface roiled and boiled, tongues of plasma twisting like serpents that could devour planets whole.
Broly floated above that surface, his enormous frame dwarfing the nearby asteroids caught in the star's gravity. His aura writhed violently, a sea of emerald fire streaked with bolts of white lightning. The very fabric of space seemed to warp around him, like the void itself was trying—and failing—to contain his presence.
His hair, once wild and long, now blazed with green-tinted golden spikes sharper and more defined than ever. Each strand glowed faintly, as if carved from molten crystal. His muscles had condensed in this form, thicker and denser, power compressed into brutal efficiency. Veins pulsed against his skin, carrying rivers of ki through his body.
His eyes—those pale, dead-white orbs—were alive now, burning with a madness and hunger only he understood.
Across from him, Majin Buu swayed slightly, his rubbery form bubbling and reforming with each flare of energy from the star. His pink flesh gleamed with unnatural sheen, almost liquid against the light. The tentacle atop his head twitched like a whip, sparking faintly with ki.
Unlike Broly, Buu did not look strained. He looked delighted. His wide mouth split into a grin that was too big, too wrong. His black eyes glimmered like holes into madness.
They hung there, suspended above the roaring star, two monsters born of different sins.
The void watched.
Inside Broly's head, thoughts flickered like sparks. Not coherent sentences. Not plans. Just raw instincts and impressions.
Finally… finally, not breaking… not crying…
Each punch against Buu had echoed in his bones. The sensation of resistance thrilled him. It was not enough—not yet—but it was more than anything he'd tasted in years.
More. Stronger. Die—
The storm in his chest refused to calm. His ki surged again, emerald lightning crawling across his arms and chest. The star below them buckled under the gravity of his aura.
Buu's mind was simpler, stranger. A child's joy mixed with predator's hunger.
Fun. Strong fun. Smash. Stretch. Break. Eat.
Every punch that tore his body apart only made him laugh louder. The pain was meaningless. The destruction around them was meaningless. Only the game mattered. Broly was the best toy he had ever seen.
His grin widened further.
Play forever.
They moved at the same time.
Space rippled. The star screamed.
Broly slammed forward, his fist tearing through the void like a cannonball of condensed power. Buu countered with a rubbery limb that stretched and coiled, snapping like a whip. They met in the middle, and the surface of the star below exploded outward, a geyser of plasma roaring high enough to engulf moons.
The shockwave bent space around them. Nearby asteroids shattered into dust.
Broly growled, teeth clenched, veins pulsing across his neck. His fist pressed against Buu's arm, the rubbery flesh absorbing the blow, pushing back.
Buu giggled. "Heheheheh—STRONG!"
Broly roared, pulling his fist back before driving it into Buu's gut. The soundless impact sent ripples through the void, the pink monster's body folding around the strike before exploding into chunks of flesh that scattered across the star.
Plasma hissed as the pieces hit the surface, sinking before they squirmed back together, reforming into Buu's grinning face.
"More!"
Broly's eyes flared white. He dove again, both fists blazing with emerald light. He hammered Buu down into the star, driving him into the molten surface. The star's plasma erupted, swallowing them both, geysers of white-hot fire writhing upward like dragons.
Inside the firestorm, they continued to clash. Broly's fists lit the star like detonations, each strike sending shockwaves through its core. Buu twisted and warped, his arms coiling around Broly's neck, his legs stretching to bind his torso. The molten fire boiled against their bodies, yet neither cared.
The star began to collapse.
Solar flares ruptured uncontrollably, shooting millions of miles outward, burning planets unlucky enough to orbit nearby. The surface cracked and swirled under the strain of their battle.
Broly lifted Buu by the throat, slamming him through a plume of plasma. His aura expanded violently, carving a vacuum around him where even the star's fire dared not touch. Lightning arced across his body, bolts so bright they pierced the void like comets.
His roar shook the core.
"RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The star dimmed.
Buu's eyes widened slightly. His body bubbled, his flesh melting and reforming rapidly as the gravity around Broly intensified. The emerald storm pulled everything inward—plasma, fragments of destroyed moons, debris from the fleet that once dared face him—all dragged into his aura.
Buu laughed anyway. "HAHAHA! FUN FUN FUN FUN!"
He stretched his body again, slamming both fists into Broly's chest. Broly staggered back a step, then snarled, swinging his own fists down in a double hammerblow that shattered Buu's body into a thousand fragments.
But the fragments didn't scatter this time. They swarmed.
Like a tide of pink slime, Buu enveloped Broly, wrapping around him in a cocoon of regenerating flesh. The star boiled around them, plasma surging higher as the cocoon writhed.
Inside the cocoon, Broly's aura flared brighter. The slime burned against his skin, trying to suffocate him, trying to crush him.
His teeth bared. His veins bulged. His aura screamed.
And then he exploded.
The cocoon ripped apart in a burst of emerald lightning, chunks of Buu scattering across the star like meteors. Broly emerged, his body glowing, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. His hair sparked violently, strands rising higher, sharper. His muscles swelled further, veins pulsing brighter with ki.
This was not just Legendary Super Saiyan. This was the storm unleashed, refined and sharpened.
Legendary Super Saiyan 2.
The star wailed as his transformation completed. Its surface collapsed inward, plasma bending toward him. Gravity itself warped, his aura condensing into something so dense it pulled solar flares into itself like rivers.
Buu's fragments reformed across from him. For the first time, the grin faltered. His eyes narrowed.
Broly extended his hand. Lightning danced across his palm.
"DIIIIIIE!"
The blast tore through the void, a pillar of green fire that split the star in half. Plasma spewed outward, the core destabilizing, its light dimming into a furious implosion.
Buu's body reformed inside the blast, screaming, laughing, twisting as it was torn apart again and again.
The Collapse
The star could take no more.
Its core ruptured, folding inward, its light vanishing as it collapsed into itself. For a brief moment, it became a black hole, sucking in the fragments of planets, the debris of fleets, the remnants of life that had once existed in this system.
At the heart of it stood Broly, his aura brighter than the void, his body unyielding even as space itself bent around him.
Buu screamed, his body stretched thin by the pull, reforming desperately, slamming his fists into Broly again and again.
Broly roared back, his fists meeting Buu's, their clash splitting the singularity itself.
And then—light.
The black hole imploded in reverse, spewing its energy outward in a supernova of white and green. Planets vaporized instantly. Stars dimmed in neighboring systems.
When the light faded, only two figures remained, floating in the emptiness where a star once burned.
Broly.Buu.
Both still alive. Both still burning.
Broly's chest heaved. His aura flickered wildly, yet his eyes burned brighter than ever.
Still alive. Still laughing. Good. GOOD.
He wanted more. Needed more. The storm inside was not satisfied. Not yet. He would push further. He had to.
Buu's grin returned, stretched wider, his body bubbling with excitement.