The void was darker now. The star was gone, erased in their fury. Only shattered fragments of molten rock floated where light had once ruled, glowing faintly in the abyss.
Broly hovered amidst the wreckage, emerald lightning dancing across his towering frame. His chest heaved like a war drum, each breath sending ripples through the void. His hair, long and sharp in his Legendary Super Saiyan 2 form, floated with unnatural weightlessness, sparks snapping across the glowing strands.
Majin Buu reformed again, his pink body bubbling back into shape, laughing even as parts of him still smoldered from Broly's last attack. His grin was too wide, too wrong, his black eyes gleaming with bottomless hunger.
"MORE!" Buu screamed into the void, as he launched a beam to turn Broly into chocolate, but broly just screamed back erasing the blast, his voice carrying despite the absence of sound. It vibrated through the space between them, worming into Buu's skull.
Broly's lips peeled back, not into a grin, not into a snarl, but into something between—a grotesque reflection of joy and madness. His hands trembled. His body quaked. Not from exhaustion. From the storm inside.
Still alive. Still fighting. Not enough. NEVER ENOUGH.
The void itself seemed to tremble as Broly's ki swelled, stretching against unseen boundaries. His aura flickered, unstable, surging between emerald and gold. Lightning cracked louder, warping the blackness.
The pressure in his chest built until it felt like his heart would detonate. His muscles swelled further, veins bulging, ki screaming from every pore. He tilted his head back and roared, and the roar was not sound but force—pure energy that shredded nearby asteroids to dust.
Buu actually stopped laughing for the first time. His grin faltered, replaced by a small frown.
Broly's hair lengthened in violent jerks, shooting past his back, each strand blazing emerald-gold. His brow furrowed as if something was tearing free beneath his skull. His jaw clenched until blood trickled from his gums. His aura imploded before erupting outward in a nova of green light that bent space like glass.
The void screamed with him.
Legendary Super Saiyan 3.
His hair now hung like a waterfall of burning emerald flame, jagged spikes stretching beyond his waist, each strand glowing as though forged from plasma. His brow ridges deepened, casting his pale eyes into monstrous shadow. His torso thickened, muscles drawn tight like steel cables, but his aura—it was alive.
A storm of emerald lightning wrapped his frame, pulling the void inward and spitting it back out in violent pulses. The wreckage of the star twisted and spun around him, dragged into orbit like moons circling a newborn god.
Buu's eyes widened slightly. And then—he laughed. "Heheheheh… YOU SCARED ME! STRONGER! FUN FUN FUN!"
He lunged, stretching both fists toward Broly.
They met again.
Broly's fist smashed into Buu's chest, bending the pink flesh inward before detonating it in a geyser of slime. But the monster regenerated instantly, slamming his own fists into Broly's jaw.
The impact cracked the void. Invisible waves rippled outward, splitting meteors, hurling debris into neighboring systems.
Broly snarled, veins bulging, grabbing Buu by the throat. His hand sank into the pink flesh like clay, but he squeezed anyway, ki boiling from his palm. Emerald fire erupted, and Buu's body convulsed, half of him exploding before snapping back together with a shrill laugh.
"HAHAHA! MORE MORE MORE!"
Broly didn't answer. He swung Buu by the throat and hurled him into the shattered remains of a planetary core. The impact sent cracks racing across the molten surface. Before Buu could reform, Broly was already there, slamming down with a double axe-handle.
The core shattered. A shockwave spread like a ripple across the void, breaking planets in its wake.
Buu regenerated mid-flight, stretching his body like a whip to lash around Broly's neck. He spun, hurling the Saiyan into the fragments of another planet. The impact carved a crater into the rock, sending molten rivers spewing outward.
Broly burst free instantly, aura blazing brighter, his hair whipping like a living flame. He shot forward, fists a blur, each strike detonating space itself. His blows shredded Buu's body faster than it could regenerate, but still the monster laughed, his flesh writhing and reattaching like liquid.
They tore across the void, smashing into planets, reducing them to rubble as collateral damage. Each clash painted the galaxy with streaks of emerald and pink, a war between primal fury and endless hunger.
On one planet, mountains collapsed as Broly hurled Buu through its core. On another, oceans vaporized when Buu's counterblast collided with Broly's chest, only for the Saiyan to erupt again, unharmed, angrier than before.
They clashed on moons, in asteroid belts, across the surfaces of dead suns. Their battlefield was no longer a single world—it was the galaxy itself.
Finally, their battle dragged them onto the surface of another star. Smaller than the last, but still massive, its fire swirled angrily as their presence corrupted its balance.
Broly landed hard, his boots sinking into the molten surface, his aura boiling the plasma around him into white light. Buu reformed across from him, laughing, his body steaming in the heat.
Broly's eyes narrowed. He raised his fists. His chest heaved. The storm inside was not calm. It was raging, demanding release.
Buu stretched his arms, taunting, waving him forward.
Broly roared, his voice shaking the star. He charged, fists blazing, lightning splitting the void.
And the star burned brighter.
He wanted to lose himself. He wanted to dissolve into the battle, to forget the loneliness that gnawed at his chest. Fighting was the only thing that gave him meaning, the only thing that made his cursed existence feel alive.
And still—this wasn't enough.
The idea of death meant nothing to him. Pain meant nothing. Even victory meant nothing.
They fought until the star itself began to collapse beneath them, flaring and shattering under their combined weight. Solar flares twisted into tornadoes, spiraling around them as they exchanged blow after blow.
Each strike from Broly sent Buu's body tearing apart, his laughter echoing even as he exploded. Each strike from Buu rebounded against Broly's flesh, his rubbery fists splitting into dozens of arms to pummel the Saiyan, only for Broly to shatter them in a hurricane of emerald light.
The star began to implode.
The star beneath them had begun to die.Its once-glorious fire, its centuries of light, collapsed into chaotic streams of plasma. Great ribbons of molten flame swirled around Broly and Buu, their fight bending the laws of physics.
Broly stood in the heart of it, emerald lightning snapping across his hulking frame. His hair, a raging emerald mane stretching down past his knees, swayed as though it were alive. His aura devoured the star's fire, pulling it into himself like fuel for a furnace that should never have existed.
Majin Buu reformed again in front of him. But not all of him. His body came back lopsided, chunks of his mass refusing to knit together, as though Broly's last blows had burned part of him out of reality. For the first time, the pink demon looked uneasy. His eyes flickered, his grin twitching into a nervous gape.
"NO! NO NO NO!!" he screeched, his body bubbling violently. "THAT'S NO FUN!! SCARY! TOO SCARY!!"
Broly didn't laugh. Not this time.
The Legendary Super Saiyan had always roared, always grinned, always taken a sick joy in his destruction. But now his face was straight, cold, detached. He looked down on Buu as though the fight had already ended, as if the pink monster was no longer even worth his wrath.
His chest rose and fell like a mountain in a storm. His eyes glowed with pale, merciless fire.
Broly raised his arm slowly, the muscles shifting like steel cables beneath his skin. His palm opened, emerald energy gathering in a trembling sphere. The void quaked with the effort. Lightning lashed outward, tearing across the star, splitting it apart further.
The pose was unmistakable: the wide stance, the bracing of one arm against the other, fingers splayed as the energy expanded. It was almost identical to Vegeta's Final Flash, but infinitely more monstrous.
Buu staggered back, stammering, "NO!! NO, DON'T!! I WANT FUN!! I WANT TO PLAY MORE!!" His flesh bubbled wildly, trying to flee its own body.
Broly's voice came out like stone breaking. Low, guttural. Final.
"…Die."
The blast erupted.
A tidal wave of emerald annihilation surged outward, wider than the star itself. It consumed Buu instantly, his scream snapping into silence as his body was torn apart at a level deeper than regeneration could grasp. His pink flesh turned to ash, then to nothing, erased not merely from the battlefield but from existence.
The beam didn't stop.
The star collapsed entirely, its plasma ripped apart in seconds, swallowed by Broly's attack. The void screamed as space itself bent under the force. The shockwave spread outward in all directions—like a supernova multiplied a thousandfold.
Entire planets in the system shattered instantly, their atmospheres boiling away before their cores had time to crack. Neighboring stars flickered as the wave struck them, collapsing into dust.
And further still it spread.
In hours, not years, the spiral galaxy around them was undone.
Billions of stars winked out. Worlds that had lived for millennia were gone before their inhabitants could even see the light of death approach. Fleets of ships orbiting distant systems disintegrated, their metal frames liquefying in emerald fire.
From above, it would have looked like a candle snuffed by a monstrous wind.
One galaxy… gone.
But the blast didn't stop there. Its edge rippled outward, distorting neighboring galaxies. The cosmos itself seemed to shudder, as if recoiling from Broly's scream made manifest.
When the light faded, Broly hovered alone in the void.
His chest still heaved. The storm of his aura flickered, smaller now but far denser, coiled around him like a beast on a chain. His hair floated like seaweed in the tide, his eyes pale and distant.
He didn't smile. He didn't roar.
He only stared into the black emptiness where life had once burned.
Inside his mind, there was no triumph. No joy. Not even sorrow.It was emptiness.
Broly clenched his fists until blood seeped from his palms. His body trembled, not with exhaustion, but with a fury that had no target left.
Far away, in a realm untouched by mortal eyes, a teacup rattled against its saucer.
Beerus's eyelids snapped open. His ears twitched, his pupils narrowing into slits. Across the table, Whis raised his brows, his calm expression tightening with something rarely seen: unease.
Beerus set his cup down slowly. "That," he said, his voice carrying a growl beneath it, "wasn't a star dying. That wasn't natural."
Whis tilted his head, staff glowing faintly as it reflected the disturbance. He saw it clearly—an entire galaxy wiped out in seconds, its destruction resonating across the fabric of the multiverse.
"Indeed," Whis murmured. "It was a willful act. A mortal's hand, not nature's law."
Beerus's claws tapped against the arm of his chair, tail lashing. His golden eyes narrowed. "A mortal… strong enough to erase a galaxy by accident, perhaps. Or by boredom."
For the first time in eons, the God of Destruction frowned—not in anger, but in concern. "That shouldn't exist."
Whis, still watching the cosmic ripples, added softly, "And yet… it does."
In distant universes, other gods stirred as well.Ripples crossed the multiverse like echoes from a scream too loud to ignore.Angels lifted their heads. Kais froze mid-prayer. Even mortals with no concept of divine order felt it, a shiver running through their spines without knowing why.
It was an imbalance.
One being had bent the scale too far.
Broly remained still, the void silent around him. The green glow of his aura lit his features like a funeral torch. His lips trembled—not in fear, not in rage, but in something nameless.
The galaxy was gone. Buu was gone.And still, he wasn't satisfied.
The silence pressed in, heavier than any opponent. His thoughts gnawed at him, tearing at his mind more savagely than Buu's fists ever had.
His jaw tightened. His face hardened into stone.
There was no answer.
So he floated forward, into the blackness, emerald sparks trailing in his wake. His eyes scanned the void, searching for the next light to snuff out, the next chance to drown his hunger in fire.
The cosmos shook in fear.
The aftershocks of his galaxy-wide massacre hadn't dissipated. Shards of light—remnants of stars—drifted through the dark like ash from a funeral pyre. Space itself still quivered, bent under the echo of his emerald fury.
Broly didn't move. His massive chest rose and fell, his eyes fixed on nothing. He wasn't looking outward anymore—he was drowning inward, staring into that hunger he could never satisfy.
Then, the void stirred.
A golden ripple split the black. It wasn't light, not exactly. It was… authority. A presence that bent existence itself, warping the debris around it. From within the ripple stepped a tall, feline silhouette—slender, ears sharp, eyes burning like molten gold. Behind him glided a taller figure, staff in hand, expression unreadable, halo circling his neck like a mockery of sainthood.
Beerus. Whis.
Beerus didn't speak at first. His gaze swept across the emptiness where a galaxy should have been. His tail lashed once, sharp and angry.
Finally, he looked at Broly.
"You," Beerus said. His voice was calm, but there was steel under it. "What did you do?"