The sky rumbled as Porunga loomed above, his glowing eyes fixed on Buu."STATE YOUR FIRST WISH," the eternal dragon thundered, his voice echoing across the planet.
Buu floated forward, crimson eyes gleaming, grin widening as Porunga's massive form waited above.
"First… I want my absorption to evolve. No longer bound by chaos or madness. I want permanent control—the ability to choose what I take: their strength, their knowledge, their essence. I will decide whether they remain trapped within me… or whether I erase them completely.
Porunga's eyes flashed red, the skies shaking as energy gathered. "IT… IS DONE."
A shiver rippled through Buu's body. His flesh glowed faintly, vibrating with a new, deeper resonance. For the first time, he felt balance—clarity in the chaos. He flexed his hand, and it shifted seamlessly from soft, fluid tissue to hardened armor, a grin splitting his face. "Perfect… at last."
The dragon's voice boomed again. "STATE YOUR SECOND WISH."
Buu's grin turned sharper. "His grin widened, voice dripping with malice. "Second… I want the power to split a part of myself. Not as a mere mindless clone. I want it to fuse with someone loyal to me, reshaping them into my kind, with all the enchantment I have."
The air ignited, the seven Dragon Balls glowing brighter as Porunga raised his massive arms. "IT… IS DONE."
Buu laughed, clutching his sides. "Heheheh… now this is fun!"
Porunga's roar silenced their laughter. "STATE YOUR FINAL WISH."
Buu's eyes narrowed, mischief curling in his voice. "Send me back… far, far away. Back to the day when that boy called Goku first transformed into a giant ape and killed his precious grandfather. I want to be there."
Even Porunga hesitated, his chest glowing as if the weight of time itself pressed upon him. Finally, his voice boomed with finality:"YOUR WISH… IS GRANTED."
The sky split open, a vortex of blinding light consuming Buu. The pull of time itself wrapped around him, reality bending under Porunga's overwhelming power.
But then an immense surge of ki ripped through the sky. The ground trembled as a new aura burst into existence, sharp, violent, and utterly unfamiliar.
Buu paused mid-laughter, crimson eyes narrowing. "Hnh? This isn't Gohan… this ki—who...?"
From the rift of light, a streak of silver-blue shot downward. The figure landed hard on the shattered ground, dust exploding around him. His sword gleamed on his back, his aura flaring with raw determination.
Trunks, the Temporal Patrol warrior, glared at Buu, his voice like steel. "Majin Buu! I won't let you distort history any further!"
Buu tilted his head, grin twisting wider. "Oho… so it's you, Trunks. A little rat from another timeline. Heheheh…" His body rippled with unstable energy as the vortex pulled harder, threatening to drag him through time. "Too late, boy. We will see what will appen if you find me."
Trunks lunged, ki blazing around his blade. "I'll stop you—NOW!"
His sword clashed against Buu's flesh with a thunderous shockwave, sparks scattering across the battlefield. For a heartbeat, the vortex wavered, reality buckling under the collision of forces.
Buu only laughed, his body bending like liquid around the blade. "Nice try… but this isn't your decision to make."
With a final roar of triumph, the vortex swallowed him whole. Trunks reached out desperately, but his hand closed on empty air as the rift sealed shut, leaving only silence and the lingering echo of Buu's laughter.
The world blurred, twisted, and then—stabilized.
Buu emerged from the vortex with a heavy thud, his feet pressing into soft grass. The violent pull of time faded, replaced by the stillness of a calm morning. He blinked once, then raised his gaze.
Before him stretched a small, humble clearing in the mountains. A modest wooden house sat nestled among the trees, smoke curling lazily from its chimney. The air smelled of pine and morning dew, birdsong echoing softly in the distance.
Buu tilted his head, crimson eyes narrowing. "So… this is it."
He could feel it. A faint, flickering ki inside the house. The boy who would one day shake the universe, still weak, fragile, and unaware of what awaited him. Goku.
Buu's grin widened as he floated lazily above the clearing, circling like a predator. "It's time."
Inside the house, an elderly man shuffled across the floor, humming softly as he prepared breakfast. His aura was faint, but steady—Grandpa Gohan.
Buu landed silently a few meters away, his form shimmering faintly with suppressed power. He crouched low, crimson eyes fixed on the door. For the first time, he felt the weight of history pressing down on him. This was the moment that had shaped Goku's destiny.
The sun climbed higher, golden light spilling across the valley. Somewhere inside, Goku stirred awake.
Buu's grin sharpened.
Author here: sorry for the late post lol, I was outside city and internet seems like it doesn't exist there lol. By the way, how is it? Remember to reply to the survey on my p@treon about the human form of buu, It's gratis.
P.S. Thanks RobertHernandez for the sub.