The timeline rewinds slightly to a few minutes before the spaceship's destruction.
Inside, Babidi was in a state of absolute panic. He had come to Earth to resurrect the strongest monster his father had ever created—Majin Buu—but the vital sealed egg was nowhere to be found. To make matters worse, the humans on this planet seemed to lack even a trace of evil in their hearts, making them impossible to brainwash. In a fit of petty rage, he had ordered his strongest subordinate, Dabura, to go out and level a human city just to vent.
Up until now, this was standard procedure. Whenever things didn't go his way, the vile sorcerer would use his minions to take out his frustrations on the innocent. He expected this time to be no different.
That was until he heard the sheer, cold hatred in Dabura's voice.
"...Shut your mouth, you maggot."
It was an insult that should have been impossible for someone bound by his loyalty-inducing spell. Stunned, Babidi whirled around to look at the King of Demons.
"Dabura! Who do you think you're talking to—?!"
A heavy boot slammed into his face mid-sentence, shattering his teeth. His nose caved in, making his already hideous face look even more grotesque as he tumbled across the floor, his short limbs flailing pathetically.
Babidi's raw combat power was non-existent. In a physical brawl, he was weaker even than Pui Pui. He had only survived this long by exploiting others, burrowing into the cracks of their hearts to control them. He had spent years enjoying the feeling of being a king, lording over a man like Dabura who was infinitely his superior.
But without his magic to protect him, he had no defense against Dabura's wrath. As Babidi looked up with eyes full of terror, he finally saw it: the "M" brand on Dabura's forehead had vanished. A dark, swirling aura was erupting from the Demon King's body.
"H-How...? Why is my magic breaking?!"
"You've used me for the last time, you little parasite."
Dabura brought his foot down with murderous intent, but he didn't just stomp. The speed of the strike was so great it acted like a blade, severing Babidi's withered arm. The sorcerer let out a shrill, ear-piercing shriek of agony.
Dabura's rage was justified. He was the King of the Dark Demon Realm, the absolute pinnacle of his world. Babidi was merely a sorcerer—a creature that, in the hierarchy of the Demon Realm, was little more than a common goblin. The natural order had been subverted; Babidi should have been the one kneeling. To be brainwashed by a sneak attack and used as a common tool... Dabura's pride had been wounded beyond repair.
Standing behind Dabura, looking down at Babidi as if he were literal garbage, were Mira and Towa. Towa leaned into Dabura, winding her arm around his.
"Oh, dear brother. Let's just erase this stinking, ugly trash. Looking at him is an insult to the eyes, and he's polluting the very air we breathe."
"I agree, Towa."
In that moment, Babidi understood. This woman. She was the one who had shattered his spell and restored Dabura's senses. Forgetting his own history of cruelty, the tiny wizard felt a surge of indignation.
"Y-You! How dare you steal my Dabura! I'll never—!"
Slash!
The sentence ended in another shriek. Dabura's sword flickered, severing Babidi's remaining arm. As the wizard writhed in the dirt, the Demon King looked down at him with pure, unadulterated loathing, sickened that he had ever been a slave to such a pathetic creature.
"Don't speak again. Everything you do is a blight on existence."
Dabura raised his hand without a hint of mercy. A blast of ki erupted, vaporizing the foul sorcerer and erasing him from the physical world.
Babidi was dead, but for the siblings, this wasn't enough. The insult to the King of Demons could not be settled with a mere execution. Towa wore a cruel, mocking smirk.
"Come, brother. Let's hunt for his soul. We'll give that maggot a second death."
"Yes. No one insults the throne and gets to hide in the afterlife."
Taking Towa's hand, the two vanished. They would not allow him to linger in Hell or find redemption in Heaven. They would hunt his wandering spirit and erase it entirely, turning him into eternal nothingness. No one would mourn him.
With his masters gone, Mira remained alone in the ship. He set to work, slaughtering the remaining warriors like Pui Pui and Yakon. Their energy—the energy generated by the "alteration of history" caused by their deaths—was funneled into the egg. Malice alone couldn't wake Majin Buu, but the raw power of a disrupted timeline was a different story.
The warriors of the ship were nothing more than fuel for the fire.
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"What in the world...?"
Lisette stared at the remains of the ship as it went up in smoke. This was a complete deviation from her predictions. However, she quickly realized the cause when she saw the figure emerge from the dust, accompanied by a pink, spherical monster.
The Supreme Kai began to shake, his skin turning several shades paler as he stammered in terror. "M-M-Majin... Buu...!"
"Majin Buu? That's him?" Gohan asked, his face twisting in confusion.
The ki was certainly immense, but the creature didn't look strong. He looked like a joke. Gohan felt that he could handle a threat like that. But Shin, drenched in cold sweat, nodded frantically.
"I will never forget that face... that horrible face...!"
Lisette resisted the urge to point out that the face actually belonged to the Grand Supreme Kai he had supposedly loved. Instead, she turned her attention to the mastermind of the situation.
"Mira!"
"It's been a while, Goddess. I've looked forward to this."
Mira stood there, her oldest and most persistent enemy. Beside him, Towa and Dabura reappeared, looking down at the Z-Fighters with predatory amusement.
Lisette had prepared for a fight, but she had lost the initiative. The demons had likely used the lives of the ship's crew to fuel the resurrection. Normally, evil energy wasn't enough for Buu, but with Towa's dark sorcery, the rules of the world had clearly been subverted.
Dabura stood there as well, but he wasn't brainwashed anymore. He lacked the sinister aura of Babidi's slaves. He looked... proud. And Towa was standing uncomfortably close to him.
"W-We have to run! Everyone, please!" Shin wailed, his voice cracking. "It's over! We have to escape!"
The Z-Fighters looked at him with a mix of pity and disbelief. If they fled now, Earth would be a wasteland within the hour. This was the decision of the "Supreme God" of the universe?
But they couldn't blame him entirely. His terror was visceral. He was behaving exactly like Vegeta had when faced with Broly—paralyzed by a trauma that went back millions of years.
"Goku! Gohan! Run! If we stay here, we all die! Go! NOW!"
"Sorry, Supreme Kai, but I can't do that," Goku said, his voice steady. "If we run, who's gonna stop him from hurting everyone?"
Turles stepped up beside him with a sharp grin. Vegeta and Piccolo both fell into fighting stances, moving past the trembling god.
"He's right," Turles said, glancing at Lisette. "What's the call, Goddess?"
"I think you already know," she replied, shedding her weighted cape-coat to reveal her battle dress.
"Figured as much," Turles said, tightening his fists.
Shin turned to her, desperate. "Lisette! Please, tell them! We have to survive! If you tell them to go, they might—"
"I have an announcement for everyone," Lisette interrupted, her voice carrying across the field. Shin's face lit up with hope for a split second, before it was crushed.
"We are engaging the demons and Majin Buu immediately! His current ki is deceptive—do not underestimate him. He is far stronger than he looks. And according to the Supreme Kai's memories, his regeneration is even higher than Cell's. Do not stop until every cell is vaporized!"
"Lisette?!" Shin shrieked.
"That's our Goddess! Let's do this!" Goku laughed, his battle spirit flaring.
The Earth warriors didn't even consider retreat. It wasn't in their nature as protectors, nor as warriors.
"Who are these people?" Dabura asked.
"The defenders of this planet, brother," Towa replied. "Keep an eye on the woman in white and the man in the orange gi. They're the real threats."
Brother? Lisette's eyebrows shot up. She just called him brother? It made sense—they were both demons—but the realization that Dabura was Towa's sibling changed the context of the battle.
"You gathered your little friends to settle things with us," Towa purred, waving her staff. "Fine. We'll slaughter the lot of you and harvest your energy."
As she spoke, a horrifying event occurred. Majin Buu's body began to ripple with a foul, dark aura, and he split into three identical copies. There was no drop in power; each clone possessed the full combat potential of the original.
They weren't "clones" from another timeline. Buu was a creature that could regenerate from a single atom; splitting himself was simply an application of that biology. Usually, this would weaken him, but Towa was pumping him full of the energy she had harvested from the distorted timeline. He was an overflowing battery of destruction.
Shin collapsed to his knees, muttering that they were all doomed.
"The Goddess is mine. No one interferes," Mira commanded.
"I know, Mira," Towa said. "Just end it before she can tap into that 'other' power."
Mira soared into the sky, his eyes locked on Lisette. She met him in the air, and the very atmosphere seemed to shatter as they collided.
Simultaneously, the three Majin Buus lunged. Goku engaged the first; Cell took the second; and Vegeta, Turles, and Nappa teamed up to handle the third. Piccolo turned his focus toward Dabura, while Gohan moved to intercept Towa.
The Supreme Kai and Kibito were left behind, unable to keep up with the sheer speed of the engagement. They couldn't even track the movements with their eyes, let alone offer support.
"How... how can mortals possess such strength?!" Shin gasped.
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High above the Earth, near the edge of the stratosphere, Lisette and Mira clashed.
This was their third encounter. The first time, Lisette had been too weak to hold him off. The second time, her divine berserk state had ended the fight before it truly began. This was the tie-breaker. They were closer in power than they had ever been, and there were no distractions.
"Haaaaaaah!"
Mira unleashed a curtain of ki blasts, a wall of energy designed to overwhelm. Every shot was deflected by Lisette's barrier. But Mira didn't care; it was a smokescreen. He moved with a burst of speed, appearing behind her and launching a heavy kick.
Crack!
The glowing orbs orbiting Lisette intercepted the strike automatically. They acted as an independent defense system, parrying the kick and knocking Mira back. Lisette capitalized instantly, pivoting with a Kiai Cannon that sent Mira spiraling further.
She accelerated, catching him before he could recover and hammering a flurry of blows into his guard.
"Ngh...!"
It wasn't just Lisette attacking. The orbs continued to circle her, firing precise needles of ki that forced Mira to stay on the defensive. He was trapped in a cycle of blocking her physical strikes while being whittled down by the "bits."
It was a nightmare of tactical pressure. As long as the orbs kept up their fire, Mira couldn't find an opening to counter. But Lisette wasn't finished. She focused the orbs' fire on his upper body, drawing his guard high, then swept his legs with a low, crushing kick.
"Damn it—!"
Mira's balance broke. Lisette grabbed his fingers and hurled him upward, using her Afterimage Technique to surround him from every direction at once. These weren't just visual illusions; they were mass-based afterimages, similar to the technique she had used against Metal Cooler.
The projections tore through him, striking from every angle before vanishing and reappearing for another pass. After several cycles of the "Infinite World" barrage, she kicked him back toward the Earth and summoned a thousand shimmering blades of light.
"Let there be a thousand blades!"
A curtain of light-swords rained down. Mira dove through the storm, parrying and dodging with desperate ferocity until he closed the distance again.
They entered a zero-range brawl. Their hands moved at speeds that defied human comprehension, trading tens of thousands of blows in the space of a single breath.
Punches, palm strikes, piercing fingers, knife-hands, and backfists. They read each other's movements, predicted the feints, and countered the counters. A single mistake meant a total collapse under the opponent's momentum. Both were under immense pressure, yet neither allowed themselves to crack.
Mira held the advantage in raw, physical strength, but Lisette's orbs and technical variety gave her the edge in overall volume. Mira was still a "pure" warrior—too straightforward. He telegraphed a strike—a feint—designed to draw her out.
Lisette saw through the feint, saw the real attack hidden beneath it, and caught his wrist mid-swing.
"!"
She yanked him forward, breaking his posture, and drove a palm strike into his chest. She funneled her ki into his body, detonating it internally.
She felt his ribs shatter. It was a solid hit, but she didn't relax. She had the initiative now. She had to bury him while she had the chance.
"Hah!"
Fists! Palms! Piercing strikes!
She hammered at his vitals, unleashing a storm of blows that left him no room to breathe. She struck his solar plexus, launched him into the clouds, then appeared above him to kick him back down. Before he could hit the ground, she teleported beneath him and unleashed a thousand-fold combo in a split second.
"Infinite World!"
For exactly one second, the entire universe ground to a halt.
In that frozen moment, Lisette surrounded the paralyzed Mira with thousands of dagger-shaped ki blasts. She positioned them perfectly, like a massive "Hellzone Grenade," and then released the time-stop.
Time resumed, and Mira was instantly consumed by the simultaneous detonation of a thousand miniature suns. A massive explosion lit up the sky, the shockwave so powerful that the Supreme Kai on the ground nearly fainted from the pressure.
Through the fire, Mira emerged—bloodied, battered, but still flying. He roared and lunged at her with a renewed, desperate intensity. Lisette opened multiple subspace rifts around her, firing long-range beams from the safety of her portals, but Mira dodged them without even looking. He was in the zone now.
"Ngh!"
"Too slow!"
Mira's fist, backed by every ounce of his speed and rage, slammed into Lisette. Her barrier shrieked and shattered under the pressure.
But Lisette still had her "fluid" defense. She relaxed her body completely, becoming as light as a feather. The punch carried no impact, simply blowing her across the atmosphere and into the vacuum of space.
Mira pursued, launching a kick, but again he hit nothing but air. Lisette, having bled off the momentum, spun and delivered a counter-kick of her own. Her foot connected squarely with the back of his neck—a vital strike that nearly sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
But he didn't go down.
Mira caught her leg with a hand, his grip like a vice. He drove a massive right straight into her stomach.
"Ngh... gah...!"
"No 'fluid' defense for you this time," he growled.
Lisette's face twisted in pain, blood splattering against her own cheeks. He pulled back for a second strike.
In that heartbeat, Lisette didn't try to pull away. She opened a subspace rift directly in front of herself, and Mira's fist vanished into the portal. The punch emerged from a second rift directly behind Mira's head, knocking his own consciousness into a daze.
"Gah!"
"My turn!"
Lisette didn't let the opening slide. She began to spin her body at high speeds. Mira still held her leg, but the distraction allowed her to wrench herself free, ignoring the friction as her skin was scorched.
She didn't lose momentum. She followed the spin with a second roundhouse kick to his neck, the recoil pushing her away as Mira tumbled through the void.
"Hah... hah..."
"Wheeze... wheeze..."
Both were gasping for air. The damage was mounting on both sides. But they weren't done.
Lisette gathered her white ki, and Mira flared his crimson aura. They lunged at each other once more, meeting in a head-on collision.
On the ground below, Towa watched with a delighted giggle.
"Hehe... look at you, Mira. You're actually having fun. Everyone in the future was so weak, you never got to enjoy yourself like this. Show her, Mira. Show her the power of the next Demon King. You can't lose. You're my masterpiece."
She saw the joy in Mira's movements—the fulfillment of a warrior who had finally found his destined rival. But deep down, Towa couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in her chest.
(...You'll be okay, won't you, Mira?)
Despite her confidence, the anxiety refused to vanish.
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Technical Data: Infinite World
Mechanism: Lisette's version of the Time Stop. Unlike Guldo, who stops time as long as he holds his breath, Lisette can only hold it for exactly one second, but she can act freely with full power during that window.
Evolution: This technique was perfected over seven years of training, bridging the gap between her mortal skills and the "Divine Realm" she briefly visited.
Combat Power
Mira: 130,000,000,000 (130 Billion)
Dabura: 32,000,000,000 (32 Billion - Boosted by Towa)
Towa: 30,000,000,000 (30 Billion - Actual combat strength higher due to magic)
Lisette: 550,000,000 (Base) -> 55,000,000,000 (Burst Limit x100) -> Dynamic combat strength fluctuates due to orbs and technical variety.
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