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In the wake of the revelation, the chat interface of the Wanjie Multiverse erupted.
Yamcha: "@Vegeta, Goku went easy on you and it was still a draw. How does it feel to be the recipient of charity from a 'low-class' warrior?"
Krillin: "And let's not forget the only reason Vegeta could even keep up with a suppressed Goku..."
Krillin: "...was because he deliberately sold his soul to Babidi for a Majin power boost. Without that external Ki enhancement, he wouldn't have even stood a chance against Goku in his base Super Saiyan 2 form."
Vegeta: "..."
The Prince of Saiyans remained silent, but his face was a contorted mask of humiliation. His eyes burned with a mixture of shame and incomprehensible rage. Why? Why did Kakarot, a commoner, continue to leapfrog over his royal lineage? Kakarot had achieved Super Saiyan 3âa level that felt like a distant, golden peakâwhile Vegeta had to resort to dark magic just to bridge the gap.
Is our bloodline a lie? he wondered bitterly. Is it the low-class warriors who hold the true potential? In the previous battle against Cell, the gap between them had been manageable. But after seven years, it had widened into an abyss. Was it the Underworld? Did training in the realm of the dead offer a shortcut to godhood?
Zhang Chulan: "Wait, look at the video title: 'A transformation that cannot be sustained for long while alive.' Does that mean Super Saiyan 3 can only be reached after you're dead?"
Sengoku: "It's a logical deduction. Goku died seven years ago and mastered this form in the Underworld. Since Gohan and Vegeta are still among the living, perhaps their biology prevents them from pushing past the second stage."
Watching these comments, Vegeta's burning envy cooled into a cold, calculated interest. A transformation that was only viable for the dead? Suddenly, Super Saiyan 3 seemed less like a milestone and more like a curse. To Vegeta, power that couldn't be wielded in the land of the living was a hollow victory.
So, Kakarot only achieved this because he was a ghost? Vegeta smirked, his wounded pride finding a fragile foothold. If I were dead, I'd undoubtedly master it too. It's not talent; it's just the environment.
Back in the video, the clash of the titans commenced.
The battle between Super Saiyan 3 Goku and Majin Buu was a spectacle of raw power. Where Vegeta had been battered and helpless, Goku stood his ground, trading blows with the pink terror as an equal. While Vegeta had left the field covered in blood and bruises, Goku didn't have a single scratch on his orange Gi.
Though his heavy strikes couldn't permanently damage Buu's regenerative body, Goku's sheer Ki output kept the monster at bay. Suddenly, Goku paused, his eyes flicking toward the horizon. He sensed Trunks's Ki moving away from West Cityâthe Dragon Ball Radar was safe. His mission was complete.
To the confusion of everyone watching, Goku powered down, his long hair receding and his eyebrows returning as he reverted to his base form. Majin Buu tilted his head, genuinely disappointed; he had been having fun.
"Wait two days," Goku told him, his voice calm. "A warrior far stronger than me will appear to fight you. Just be patient and stop the killing until then."
With a two-finger salute, Goku vanished using Instant Transmission, leaving a frustrated Babidi behind. The wizard began to shriek, hurling insults and calling Buu a useless, incompetent glutton for letting the Saiyan escape.
Buu's back was turned, hiding his darkening expression. When he finally looked at the wizard, his eyes were devoid of their usual childish playfulness. He signaled Babidi to come closer, claiming he had a secret to whisper.
Babidi, blinded by his own arrogance and the false security of his sealing spell, leaned in. In a flash, Buu's hand shot out, gripping Babidi's throat so tightly the wizard couldn't even mutter a syllable.
"You can't say the spell now, can you?" Buu's voice was low and menacing. "I've had enough of you, you pathetic little man. Die!"
With a single, devastating punch, Buu shattered Babidi's head. He followed it with a casual energy blast that reduced the wizard's remains to cosmic ash. The leash was broken; Majin Buu was free.
In the distance, Goku paused, sensing Babidi's Ki vanish. He had expected Buu to revolt eventually, but the speed of the betrayal caught even him off guard.
"Goku was right," the narrator's voice echoed, shifting into a more philosophical tone. "Under normal circumstances, Buu might have waited. But Babidi was a fool who thought a single spell made him a god. He treated a force of nature like a common slave."
"From Dr. Gero to Babidi, the lesson is the same: those who treat their subordinates as tools instead of partners will always face the backlash. Do not overestimate your control over power you cannot personally handle. Even if you created that power, it does not belong to you."
Across the multiverse, heroes and trainers alike felt the weight of those words. In the worlds of Pokémon and Digimon, trainers hugged their partners tighter, knowing that bond was the source of true strength. In the Dyna world, the memory of Neo Zaurs served as a grim reminder of the same hubris.
Meanwhile, in a dark corner of Universe 7, the living Babidi trembled.
"I... I get killed by my own creation?"
He stared at the screen, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had spent years plotting the unsealing of Majin Buu, but now, the dream felt like a death sentence. Was it worth it? To unleash a power that would only end in his own incineration? For the first time, the wicked sorcerer felt the cold grip of doubt.