Majin Buu chomped down on the last piece of chocolate, his cheeks bulging as he chewed happily. The absorbed warriors' energy flowed into him, adding to his already formidable power. He patted his round belly with satisfaction.
"Yummy!"
His eyes gleamed with childlike enthusiasm as he looked around the battlefield. "Can Buu find more food? Can Buu keep eating?"
"The more the better!" Android 17 gestured forward and took off at a sprint. "Let's go!"
Majin Buu squealed with delight and bounded after him, his stubby legs carrying him with surprising speed. Together they headed toward their next "meal." Behind them, Tapion watched with a mixture of awe and unease. Thank goodness he'd witnessed Buu's abilities during their pre-tournament training—otherwise he'd be speechless with shock right now.
Android 17 and the pink demon carved a path through the chaos, their assault backed by Hirudegarn's phantom support. With proper cover, Tapion finally unleashed his full strength. The ancient warrior's sword flashed, while Hirudegarn simply crushed everything in its path—several fighters from multiple universes tumbled off the stage in quick succession.
On the opposite side of the battlefield, Vegeta remained trapped by the psychic warrior's Illusion Trap. Three or four different universes had coordinated their assault on the paralyzed Saiyan Prince, bombarding him from every conceivable angle with varied techniques and attacks.
But Vegeta endured them all.
His muscles strained against invisible bonds, veins standing out on his forehead, but his eyes blazed with undiminished fury. If these attackers possessed real power—true strength—they wouldn't need to rely on parlor tricks. Their special abilities were nothing but crutches for the weak. The continuous bombardment barely even hurt him.
"You're all PATHETIC!" Vegeta roared, immobilized but unbroken. His voice carried across the battlefield like thunder. "Is this the best you can do?!"
"Impossible!" One attacker's voice cracked with panic. "Why isn't he showing ANY signs of defeat?!"
The coalition fighters gritted their teeth and accelerated their assault, pouring everything they had into breaking the proud Saiyan. Energy waves crashed against Vegeta's body in an endless torrent—but he stood firm as a mountain in a hurricane.
This isn't working, Vegeta thought, fury giving way to cold calculation. Time to transform into Super Saiyan Blue and obliterate these—
CRACK!
A bolt of lightning struck the psychic warrior holding him captive. The man convulsed, his concentration shattered, and the Illusion Trap dissolved instantly.
Vegeta's body unlocked. For two seconds, he simply stood there, processing what had just happened. Then understanding dawned, and a vicious smile spread across his face.
"Time to settle your tab!"
His aura erupted. Silver-blue lightning crackled wildly around his body as his hair shifted from gold to brilliant azure. He rocketed forward like a meteor, bringing both palms together as energy gathered between them.
"FINAL FLASH!"
This wasn't the precision strike from earlier—this was a sweeping bombardment. The massive beam carved out a fan-shaped arc of destruction, its width encompassing dozens of fighters. The terrifying energy wave caught warriors from three different universes and blasted them clean off the arena in a single devastating attack.
Vegeta landed, breathing heavily. The exertion had cost him, but the satisfaction of payback burned hot in his chest.
He turned and spotted the source of his salvation: Majin Buu was munching on more chocolate while Android 17 and Tapion stood nearby. The lightning attack had come from the android.
"Mr. Vegeta!" Tapion called out, genuine concern in his voice. "Are you alright?"
"Hmph." Vegeta crossed his arms, trying to mask his relief. "I should have just transformed immediately and killed them all. Now I've wasted significant stamina dealing with trash."
It was true—while Super Saiyan Blue consumed massive energy, enduring that prolonged assault had drained almost as much. The embarrassment stung worse than the attacks themselves.
Tapion smiled gently. "It's okay. I can help you recover."
Vegeta's eyebrows shot up. "You can do what?"
"That's why Lord Raditz selected me for the team." Tapion's expression carried quiet pride. "I'm a disciple of the Supreme Kai—not an heir, so I'm not part of the official priesthood, but I learned some useful techniques."
"WHAT?!" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Why didn't you mention this before?!"
"I did... when Lord Raditz announced the roster." Tapion scratched his cheek sheepishly. "But, um... maybe you weren't listening carefully at the time?"
Vegeta's face flushed crimson. He coughed twice, trying to salvage his dignity. "Well then. Does this mean I can use Super Saiyan Blue without limit?"
"Not exactly." Tapion raised one hand, and soft golden light began emanating from his palm—warm and soothing, like sunlight through leaves. "My energy reserves are limited. I'm nowhere near as powerful as you. The healing takes time proportional to the severity of injuries and energy depletion. Restoring someone at Super Saiyan Blue level—touching divine ki—is incredibly taxing. I might be able to do it once or twice before I'm spent."
The healing light washed over Vegeta. He felt his stamina return, his ki reserves refilling like water flowing into an empty vessel. The warm sensation spread through his muscles, erasing fatigue.
Stamina restoration was indeed a special ability passed down to Supreme Kai disciples. Convenient and effective, yes—but also demanding, especially when repairing damage sustained by god-tier transformations.
Still, even limited use was invaluable. Vegeta nodded, satisfaction replacing embarrassment as he felt his full strength return. His confident smirk was back.
Meanwhile, Majin Buu wasn't satisfied with his previous meal. The taste of absorbed warriors had awakened something deeper—an insatiable hunger.
His head swiveled left and right, scanning the battlefield. His eyes locked onto the warriors currently engaged with Piccolo. Perfect.
Buu took off at a run. The invisible sniper—still hidden somewhere in the arena—fired another shot. The energy beam punched straight through Buu's body, entering his left shoulder and exiting near his right hip. The attack would have been fatal to any normal fighter.
Majin Buu didn't even slow down.
The hole in his body simply... wasn't important. His malleable flesh sealed around the wound as if it had never existed. He charged forward with a gleeful smile, hands already gathering energy as a whirlwind formed around him.
Pink spheres of ki materialized in his palms. He hurled them like a child throwing snowballs, but each one exploded with devastating force. The barrage sent Piccolo's opponents scrambling for cover, their coordinated assault breaking apart.
They gasped for breath, exhausted from fighting the Namekian, and looked up to see this pink demon barreling toward them with childlike enthusiasm and terrifying power.
"We didn't pay attention to him before," one warrior muttered, realization dawning too late. The Super Saiyans' brilliant golden auras had stolen all the spotlight, overshadowing Majin Buu's equally impressive capabilities.
But Buu didn't care whether they knew him or not. The moment he entered range, his fist shot forward and connected with a metallic warrior's face. The impact crumpled reinforced steel like aluminum foil. Without pause or greeting, Buu launched into a full assault—his strength roughly matching Piccolo's, which meant the coalition fighters were suddenly very overwhelmed.
Large-scale destruction followed. The arena floor cracked and shattered under their combined attacks. Explosions erupted continuously, sending debris flying in every direction.
"Ohhh... aahhh... AHHHHH!"
After several exchanges, Buu suddenly wrapped his arms around himself. Energy began gathering around his body, condensing into a sphere of brilliant light that enveloped him completely.
"Wait—you're not—" Even Piccolo took a step back, his eyes widening as he recognized the technique. The energy density was absurd.
"Raditz said Buu could do this!" The pink demon's grin stretched impossibly wide. The energy sphere continued expanding, its gravitational pull so intense it began sucking loose rocks and debris into the air. The entire arena trembled.
Once again, every fighter on the battlefield turned to stare. What kind of power is this?! And it's ANOTHER Universe Seven fighter?! What kind of monsters does their universe breed?!
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
"DEFEND! SHIELDS UP!"
Everyone recognized the signs. This attack would be catastrophic. Fighters scrambled to erect barriers, position themselves behind cover, or simply flee as far and fast as possible.
"HAAAAA!" Majin Buu threw his arms wide.
The explosion was instant and all-encompassing.
Light erupted outward like the birth of a new star—a miniature Big Bang contained within the World of Void. The blast expanded in a perfect hemisphere, covering the entire arena floor. Warriors from every universe found themselves submerged in a sea of blinding radiance and crushing force.
The shockwave hit like a physical wall, carrying heat that singed skin and pressure that cracked bones.
"Buu's gone completely wild too," Raditz said from the stands, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. "We've got quite a few loose cannons on this team. Broly, Vegeta, and now Buu—they're all too independent for their own good."
"He self-destructed," Beerus said flatly, still processing what he'd just witnessed. "That pink menace actually—" He paused, searching for words. "Actually, you know what? For someone with an immortal body, self-destruction might be the perfect attack strategy. Zero risk with maximum devastation."
The God of Destruction nodded to himself, clearly approving of the tactical logic despite the chaos it created.
When the light finally faded, the arena looked like a warzone. Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, carrying an acrid burnt smell that made eyes water. Scorch marks covered every surface.
Majin Buu's body had been completely obliterated—reduced to scattered pink chunks and puddles spread across dozens of meters.
Then, impossibly, the pieces began moving. They flowed together like liquid mercury, defying physics and common sense. Within seconds, Majin Buu stood whole and intact, not even slightly winded. He patted his belly and laughed—a high, childlike sound that echoed across the devastated battlefield.
His eyes scanned the arena. Far too many fighters had survived his ultimate attack, but many more lay sprawled unconscious or severely wounded. Perfect.
Buu began wandering through the smoke, humming happily as he searched for incapacitated opponents. When he found one, that fighter quickly became chocolate—another sweet addition to his growing collection. He popped them into his mouth one by one, savoring each transformation.
The display sent chills through every surviving warrior. This wasn't just dangerous—this was nightmare fuel. A fighter who could blow himself up, regenerate instantly, and then eat you as dessert?