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Duanmu Yan gripped his belt, his voice tight with disbelief. "This Super Buu is on a completely different level of brutality than the Fat Buu. He actually wiped out the entire population of Earth in a single breath!" Li Haotian nodded grimly, "One move. Aside from Mr. Satan, the dog, and the group on the Lookout, every living soul is gone.
The scale of that genocide is unthinkable." Kakashi, ever the pragmatist, offered a dark silver lining: "At least he didn't turn the entire planet into snacks and eat them one by one. Small rcies." Genos analyzed the monster's logic, "If it weren't for his singular focus on fighting Gotenks, I suspect he would have done exactly that. He is efficiency paired with malice."
Saitama watched the screen, his expression neutral but his interest piqued. "I wonder how this fight is going to go. And what was that 'trump card' Goten and Trunks were talking about?" Duanmu Yan speculated, "The video wouldn't show their training if it didn't lead sowhere.
Could this trump card be related to the Super Saiyan 3 transformation?" Uzumaki Naruto shook his head vigorously. "No way! Didn't Goku say Super Saiyan 3 is only possible for soone who's dead? Those two kids are very much alive." Uchiha Sasuke narrowed his eyes, "Speculating is useless. We'll know if we just keep watching."
In the video, the tension reached a breaking point. Piccolo pushed open the heavy stone doors of the Hyperbolic Ti Chamber, leading the lanky, pink demon into the vast, white void. Waiting for them were Goten and Trunks, who imdiately launched into a barrage of taunts before performing the Fusion Dance. The synchronization was perfect; in a flash of blinding Ki, Gotenks stood before them once again.
Super Buu, possessing the mories of his previous form, recognized the brat he had once beaten to a pulp. But Gotenks, radiating confidence, declared he was a new man. He lunged into a fierce assault, shouting the na of every move with a level of chuunibyou energy that made so viewers wince.
However, his normal form's attacks were like pebbles thrown at a mountain. Super Buu didn't even bother to block; he stood there with a bored expression, letting the blows land without taking a scratch. With a casual flick of his wrist, Buu sent Gotenks spiraling across the dinsion.
Frustrated by the taunts, Gotenks roared and erupted into a Super Saiyan. His golden aura flared, and his confidence soared to reckless heights. He began unleashing a series of bizarre, creative techniques, such as the "Exploding Doughnut"—a ring of Ki ant to constrict the monster. It held for a second before Super Buu simply flexed his muscles and shattered it like glass.
"Ti to end this!" Gotenks yelled, pulling out his supposed ultimate move: the "Super Ghost Kamikaze Attack." He spat out a translucent, ghost-like duplicate of himself that hovered in the air. When Super Buu casually tried to swat the ghost away, it exploded with a violent, concentrated force.
As Gotenks smugly explained that even a slight touch triggered a detonation, the smoke cleared to reveal Super Buu had already regenerated. Not only was he unhard, but he had sohow manifested a drink and a magazine, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
Incensed at being ignored, Gotenks summoned ten more ghosts. After a failed initial charge, he shifted tactics. The eight remaining ghosts huddled in a circle, whispering and pointing as if they'd found sothing fascinating. Buu's childish curiosity got the better of him; as he leaned in to see, the ghosts lunged, embracing him in a massive, coordinated explosion. The blast was so powerful it reduced Super Buu to piles of shredded, blackened flesh.
Piccolo, knowing the demon's nature, didn't celebrate. He and Gotenks imdiately moved to incinerate the remaining scraps of at, leaving nothing but microscopic remnants. But as Gotenks cheered his victory, the remnants began to glow. They transford into wisps of pink smoke, swirling into the air and coalescing back into a fully healed, perfectly healthy Super Buu.
The multiverse erupted in shock. Garp's jaw dropped. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is too much! He was reduced to dust—not even a speck left—and he still ca back?" Zhang Chulan shivered, "Is he immortal? How do you even fight sothing you can't kill?" Sanji lit a cigarette, his hands shaking slightly. "If this were Cell, destroying the core in his head would have ended it. But Buu... this is absurd." Kurosaki Ichigo's brow furrowed, "Is sealing the only option? Can he even be killed?"
The viewers felt a wave of despair. Buu possessed infinite stamina and instantaneous regeneration; he could be beaten to the brink of erasure and return to his peak in seconds. Kakashi noted the tactical problem: "If sealing is the only way, they're in trouble.
Babidi is dead, and he was the one with the magic." Tien Shinhan chid in, "There is the Mafuba—the Evil Containnt Wave." Master Roshi sighed, "The Mafuba takes ti to prepare, and Buu isn't the type to sit still.
" Kami, watching from the afterlife, suggested a darker solution: "They could destroy the exit of the Hyperbolic Ti Chamber, trapping Buu in that dinsion forever." Krillin hesitated, "But that would trap Piccolo and the kids too. Though, I guess we could use the Dragon Balls to wish them out later."
Piccolo, reading the comnts, replied grimly: "Speculating on our solutions won't change what's already recorded. Let's see what my other self decides to do." With bated breath, the audience turned their eyes back to the screen.
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