Majin Buu strolled across the arena with almost comical casualness, his head swiveling as he surveyed the chaotic battlefield. Energy blasts flew past him, some even striking him directly, but he made no attempt to dodge. Attacks at this power level couldn't harm him—his body simply absorbed the impacts and reformed, completely unscathed. If anything, getting hit seemed to amuse him.
As the bombardment continued, Buu's interest began to perk up. He loved fighting, loved playing, and this chaotic free-for-all was exactly the kind of environment where his unique abilities could shine. The problem was that most of the opponents were too weak to genuinely challenge him, which made the whole affair somewhat boring.
Then his eyes landed on a more interesting target.
Through the smoke and explosions, Buu spotted Pepara and Zucara—the two Saiyan sisters. They were engaged in combat with Tarble, their coordinated attacks showing the kind of teamwork that came from years of fighting side-by-side.
Perfect.
Majin Buu's arm suddenly extended, stretching like rubber as it shot through the chaotic battlefield. His fist rocketed toward Pepara like a pink missile, cutting through the smoke and debris.
Pepara, focused on her exchange with Tarble, suddenly felt ice run down her spine. Some instinct screamed danger, every combat sense she'd honed over years of battle crying out in alarm. She spun around on pure reflex—
And saw a massive fist filling her entire field of vision, backed by a violent shockwave that distorted the air itself.
Majin Buu!
Recognition flashed through her mind, but realization came too late. The punch connected with her cheek with devastating force. Despite the deceptively simple appearance of the blow, it carried tremendous power—enough to send Pepara hurtling through the air like a ragdoll.
"PEPARA!" Krillin's scream cut through the battlefield chaos.
He abandoned his own fight immediately, throwing himself into his wife's trajectory and catching her with his own body. The momentum was incredible—both of them went tumbling toward the arena's edge, seconds away from elimination.
In desperation, Krillin twisted in mid-air and fired a Kamehameha wave downward. The recoil from the blast pushed them back toward the center of the arena, the shockwave providing just enough counterforce to arrest their momentum before they crossed the boundary.
"Sister, it's Buu!" Zucara had tracked the attack back to its source, her voice sharp with warning. "He's targeting us!"
Pepara touched her cheek where Buu's fist had connected, feeling the already-forming bruise. Her hand came away with a smear of blood. "Damn it. If he's coming for us specifically, we'll have to fight him together." Her voice carried more confidence than she felt. "Krillin, can you handle Tarble alone for a bit?"
"Go!" Krillin was already moving, positioning himself between the sisters and Tarble to buy them space. "I've got this!"
Majin Buu charged again, pink body undulating as he built momentum. The sisters had no time for hesitation or second-guessing—they had to respond immediately or be overwhelmed.
Zucara seemed physically weaker than her sister, her frame more slender and less muscular. But when she exploded into action, her power proved deceptive. She screamed—a warrior's cry filled with fighting spirit—and collided with Majin Buu head-on, her aura blazing like a golden bonfire.
Simultaneously, Pepara circled to get a better angle and fired a concentrated ki beam. The spiral of energy drilled into Majin Buu's midsection, piercing clean through his body and leaving a gaping hole.
But Buu's immortal body made such injuries meaningless. He simply puffed out his stomach, and the pierced section filled back in as if it had never existed. The attack hadn't caused any actual damage.
What it had done was make him angry.
A cold, dangerous light flashed in Buu's eyes. During his fierce exchange with Zucara, the antenna on his head suddenly whipped forward with blinding speed. Pink lightning crackled along its length as it struck the younger sister directly.
Zucara, focused on matching Buu's physical strikes, didn't see the antenna attack coming. Her body seized up, electricity arcing across her form. Then, in a flash of pink light, her entire body transformed—shrinking, condensing, reshaping until where a warrior had stood, only a small chocolate ball remained.
Majin Buu casually swatted the chocolate-Zucara with the back of his hand, sending it spinning off the arena like a ping-pong ball.
"Wait, that's allowed?!" Shin shot to his feet in the spectator area, eyes wide with shock.
"Hmph!" Beerus's delighted laugh rang out. "I didn't expect that pink blob to be so versatile! This ability will catch other universes completely off-guard. Imagine it—warriors from across the multiverse turned into candy, flying around helplessly..." He was already envisioning the chaos Buu could cause during the real tournament, and the mental image brought him genuine joy.
On the battlefield, Pepara felt very different about the situation. Her sister had been eliminated in seconds, transformed and discarded like trash. Now she faced Majin Buu alone, and sweat beaded on her forehead despite her attempt to remain calm.
This is just practice, she reminded herself. But everyone's taking it seriously. Nobody wants to lose, even in a simulation.
Pepara gritted her teeth and let her power surge higher. Golden lightning began dancing around her body, crackling and snapping with increased intensity. Her aura exploded outward, pressure mounting as she pushed her Super Saiyan 2 form to its absolute limit.
WHOOSH!
She launched herself forward at unprecedented speed, her body becoming a golden blur. Her fist drove into Majin Buu's stomach with enough force to nearly punch through him entirely. She didn't stop there—follow-up strikes came in rapid succession, each punch carrying tremendous power, golden light engulfing both fighters in a brilliant display.
But Buu didn't budge.
Pepara felt her fist—her entire arm—sink into Buu's body like she'd punched thick mud. Her power was being absorbed, dispersed, neutralized by his unique physiology. She couldn't pull her arm free no matter how hard she tried.
Buu's hand clamped around her wrist, and that simple, honest smile spread across his face—a smile that somehow made him look more dangerous rather than less.
Then he began to spin.
Majin Buu rotated his entire body, swinging Pepara in wide circles like a hammer thrower preparing for a record attempt. He spun faster and faster, generating a vortex of wind that became a localized storm. The blades of compressed air cut the atmosphere itself, creating high-pitched whistles as they sliced through space. The arena floor cracked under the force.
After what felt like an eternity of spinning—though it was probably only seconds—Buu released his grip. Pepara went flying, completely disoriented, her head spinning so badly she could barely tell up from down.
But Buu wasn't finished. He tore chunks of flesh from his own body, molding them into small spheres like fleshy cannonballs, and hurled them at the tumbling Saiyan.
The attack looked almost comical—pink balls of Buu-flesh bouncing through the air. But Pepara recognized the threat immediately. If even one connected, the impact would leave her vulnerable to a continuous barrage. She forced herself to focus through the vertigo, dodging left and right with desperate movements. Sweat flew from her body as she exhausted herself evading the relentless assault.
Finally, miraculously, she escaped the barrage. All the projectiles missed, and Pepara allowed herself a moment of relief, gasping for breath—
"PEPARA! BEHIND YOU!" Zangya's warning scream cut through the battlefield noise.
Pepara spun around and felt her blood run cold.
The flesh-projectiles she'd dodged hadn't simply dissipated. They'd merged together in mid-air, combining and reshaping into a massive net that now descended on her from above.
"Mmph—!" Her scream was cut off as the net engulfed her completely.
The mass of Majin Buu's flesh writhed and shifted like living clay, constantly changing shape and consistency. Pepara struggled against it, but escape proved impossible—every movement only seemed to tangle her further. Buu opened his arms wide, and the flesh-mass containing Pepara flew back to him, reintegrating with his body.
This was Majin Buu's most dangerous ability: absorption. By taking an opponent into his body, he could not only eliminate them but also claim their power and abilities for himself.
The transformation began immediately.
Buu's body started shifting, pink flesh rippling and reforming. The antenna on his head grew longer and more defined. His overall body shape became more slender, less rotund. His chest gained subtle definition, the change emphasized by the Saiyan battle armor that materialized to cover his torso—an exact replica of the armor Pepara had been wearing.
When absorbing someone, Majin Buu didn't just gain their power—he copied their physical characteristics and even their clothing, creating a hybrid form that combined their traits with his own malleable body.
From the spectator area, Raditz observed the transformation with approval. "Interesting. If Majin Buu absorbs powerful opponents during the actual tournament, he could potentially elevate his strength to terrifying levels while simultaneously eliminating threats. Other universes won't see this strategy coming—they'll have no defensive protocols for it."
"Y-yes... Majin Buu is certainly... effective as an ally..." Shin's voice carried lingering nervousness. He still harbored deep-seated trauma from their previous encounters with Buu, and watching the absorption process brought back uncomfortable memories. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air.
Down on the battlefield, the remaining fighters stood frozen in shock. Someone had just been absorbed as casually as breathing. Even though everyone knew this was practice, even though Pepara would be released after the match ended, the visceral horror of watching someone disappear into Buu's body couldn't be suppressed.
"I didn't know Majin Buu could do that," Goku said quietly, his usual enthusiasm dampened by the unsettling display.
"Stop gawking, Kakarot." Vegeta's voice snapped his rival back to attention. "Watch your own fight. We can be disturbed after we're done here."
Despite his sharp words, Vegeta's own eyes had widened fractionally at Buu's absorption ability. He just refused to show it openly.
Majin Buu examined his new form with childlike curiosity, flexing his altered limbs and feeling the surge of Pepara's power integrated into his own. Apparently pleased with the result, he released several more flesh-masses from his back—creating a small arsenal of absorption weapons, preparing to claim even more victims.
The remaining non-tournament fighters immediately backed away, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the pink demon. Nobody wanted to end up absorbed.
But Majin Buu wasn't the only threat showing devastating effectiveness. Despite the tournament team being down two members (with Broly and Frieza still standing idle) and despite operating under power restrictions, the remaining eight fighters were absolutely dominant.
Over the next several exchanges, Yamcha went flying off the platform after being overwhelmed by Gohan's superior speed. Chiaotzu, despite his best telekinetic efforts, was eliminated by a well-placed strike from Vegeta. And Krillin—despite his experience and tactical acumen—finally fell victim to a coordinated assault that sent him tumbling over the edge.
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