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"Oh no! Gohan is in serious danger!" Piccolo's voice cracked with uncharacteristic desperation. Watching Babidi command Majin Buu to execute the young Saiyan, the Namekian felt a surge of cold dread. At this point in the timeline, he had yet to fuse with Kami, and as such, he felt no divine reverence for the Supreme Kai. He couldn't care less if the deity lived or died, but Gohan was the one soul Piccolo valued above all else.
The power scaling was soul-crushing. Dabura, a demon king whose Ki rivaled the terror of Perfect Cell, had been dismantled in a mere two moves by the pink monster. If Gohan—who had only managed a desperate stalemate against Dabura—was next, the outcome was a mathematical certainty. It would be a slaughter. With Vegeta under Babidi's manipulation and Goku pinned down by their fated duel, Gohan was isolated. There was no savior coming; the scholarly warrior was staring into the abyss.
"Whoa! That Majin Buu looks so cute, like a total kid," Uzumaki Naruto chimed in, his voice echoing across the dimensions. "I didn't expect him to be such a monster! Taking out Dabura in two hits? That's insane!"
In another corner of the multiverse, the Armor Summoner Duanmu Yan shook his head. "It's the classic case of 'outdated bosses are worse than dogs.' Cell, the nightmare of the previous era, is basically a warm-up act in this version of the world."
Li Xinnan nodded in agreement. "At this rate, Frieza wouldn't even be able to trade blows with Pui Pui, let alone the main threat."
"What the heck..." Frieza muttered, his grip tightening until his claws drew blood. The Galactic Emperor wanted to roar in protest, but the words died in his throat. It was humiliating enough being relegated to a background extra in the Android recordings, but in this Majin Buu footage, he didn't even qualify for a cameo.
He recalled his father's chilling warning never to provoke Majin Buu or Beerus. Now he understood why. If Buu hadn't been sealed, Frieza's "Planetary Real Estate" empire would have been nothing but a pile of cosmic candy long ago.
Still, a treacherous thought crossed Frieza's mind. Where was Lord Beerus during this havoc? Was the God of Destruction truly weaker than this pink blob, or was he simply lost in one of his multi-decade naps? Frieza smirked. If Majin Buu could absorb his enemies as the Supreme Kai claimed, the potential was delicious. "If that monster absorbs Goku, now that would be a show," Frieza purred, his eyes gleaming with malice. He cared nothing for the fate of the universe—he just wanted to see his enemies suffer.
Across the Wanjie Multiverse, viewers held their breath as the video played on. They prayed for a miracle, perhaps a hidden reservoir of rage that would push Gohan into the fabled Super Saiyan 3. But reality was far more brutal.
Despite Gohan's frantic resistance, his strikes felt like hitting a wall of sentient marshmallow. His fists buried deep into Buu's doughy flesh, only for the Majin to pop back into shape instantly, giggling.
The Supreme Kai fared even worse, tossed around like a discarded toy. Just as Buu moved to deliver the killing blow to the deity, Gohan lunged with a desperate kick, knocking the monster back. It was a futile gesture.
Majin Buu retaliated with a colossal surge of Ki, launching a massive energy sphere that engulfed the horizon. With his final ounce of strength, the Supreme Kai detonated the blast prematurely to save Gohan from a direct hit, though the explosion sent the Saiyan spiraling into the unknown.
Suddenly, a spear hissed through the air, impaling Majin Buu through the chest. Dabura had returned for one final gambit. Babidi, however, was disgusted. To the wizard, Dabura was a relic of the past—a broken tool replaced by a god-tier weapon. Even as Dabura warned that Buu was an uncontrollable force of chaos, Babidi only spat insults. Majin Buu didn't even flinch. He pulled the spear from his torso, his flesh knitting back together in seconds with a sickening squelch.
Then, the pink antenna on Buu's head crackled with electricity. A jagged beam of light struck Dabura, instantly transmuted the Demon King into a giant bar of chocolate. With a sickening crunch, Buu devoured him.
Nearby, the mischievous duo of Goten and Trunks arrived on the scene, only to be met with horror. They found the petrified forms of Krillin and Piccolo. In his haste, Trunks accidentally bumped into Piccolo's statue, causing the Namekian to shatter into a dozen stone fragments.
The sight of Dabura being eaten further traumatized the young half-Saiyans. However, there was a silver lining: with Dabura's death, the petrification curse broke. Piccolo's regenerative physiology allowed him to reform his body from the rubble, but the realization was chilling.
"Thank the gods Trunks hit Piccolo and not me," Krillin shivered, clutching his chest. "If it had been my statue, I'd be permanent crumbs!"
"That brat! What is he thinking, playing around at a time like this?" Piccolo growled, though his relief was evident.
"My Goten is a sensible boy," Chi-Chi argued defensively. "He wouldn't just go around breaking people!"
"Oh, please," Bulma retorted. "Trunks is just as sensible! It was an accident. He was worried!"
While the parents bickered, the tactical mind of Akira watched the screen with narrowed eyes, analyzing the Ki fluctuations. Meanwhile, the pirate King Kaido hummed thoughtfully. "I've heard of a Devil Fruit with a power like that, but this is on a different level."
"If my crew had that ability," Big Mom drooled, her hunger pangs intensifying, "we could turn the entire Grand Line into a buffet! A world of endless snacks..."
In the Fairy Tail world, Makarov's expression remained grim. "The magic of Bibidi is ancient and foul. This isn't just power; it's a fundamental alteration of reality."
"If he wanted to," Erza added, her hand resting on her sword hilt, "he could turn our entire world into a dessert tray before we even realized the fight had started." This wasn't just a battle of strength—it was a fight against a creature that defied the very laws of life and death.