The night sky over the shattered valley still glowed faintly with silver moonlight. Smoke curled from the ruins of the cabin. The ground was torn apart by the rampage of the Oozaru, but silence had now returned. From within that silence, a figure emerged—no longer the shapeless mass of pink flesh, but something new. Something refined.
Buu stood tall, his form entirely reshaped. His skin was pale with a faint pink hue, his frame lean yet powerful. Jagged crimson markings streaked across his arms and chest, pulsing faintly with ki. His eyes burned gold and red, sharp and predatory, while his grin stretched wider than ever. A flowing robe-like garment formed from his own body, draping loosely around his shoulders.
He raised a hand, flexing his fingers, and chuckled. His aura flared—wild, heavy, but perfectly contained. "The perfect body. Before I was a fan, now I have Sukuna's body... Not bad"
Buu inhaled deeply, his senses sharper than ever. He could feel every shift in the air, every faint tremor beneath his feet. The power of the Saiyans surged inside him, mixing with his own regenerative nature.
He tilted his head back, laughing. "Heheheh. The Saiyans grow stronger after each near-death… and I cannot die. Which means…" His crimson eyes gleamed with madness. "…I can grow stronger without end."
A thought struck him. His grin widened.
"Why wait for enemies to test me… when I can fight myself?"
He stretched his hand outward, and a mass of flesh peeled from his side. It writhed, twisted, and took shape—solidifying into a second Buu, identical in every detail but lacking the gleaming aura of command in the original's eyes. The clone sneered, mirroring his master's expression.
"Heheheh… perfect." Buu cracked his neck, stepping forward. "Now, let's play."
The clone lunged first, its fist tearing through the air. The impact shook the valley as Buu raised his forearm to block, the collision sending a shockwave across the ruined forest. Rocks split apart, trees toppled.
Buu slid back, laughing. "Good! Don't hold back."
The two Majins blurred into motion, trading blows at a speed the human eye could never follow. Fist met flesh, energy flared, the night erupting with constant detonations. Each strike tore their bodies apart, only for the wounds to heal instantly. But every regeneration brought with it a deeper pulse of Saiyan power.
The clone's kick shattered Buu's ribs, sending him crashing into a cliffside. Dust exploded as the mountain cracked under the impact. A moment later, Buu stepped from the rubble, blood dripping from his lip—already closing into smooth skin. His aura swelled, heavier, brighter than before.
"Yes…" he hissed, grinning wide. "Stronger already!"
He vanished in a burst of speed, appearing behind the clone. His elbow slammed into its spine, bending it forward with a crunch. The clone's body twisted unnaturally, reforming midair, its own aura igniting brighter than before.
"Of course…" Buu realized, eyes wide with excitement. "You grow too. Every regeneration, every wound—it's an endless cycle." He threw his head back, laughing madly. "An infinite spiral of growth!"
The battle raged on. Blasts of ki split the heavens, turning night into day. The earth quaked beneath their fury, craters swallowing the landscape. Both Buus fought without restraint, their forms shredded, dissolved, obliterated, only to return again and again—each time more powerful, each time faster, each time more vicious.
At last, they paused, hovering above the battlefield, their auras burning like twin suns. The original wiped blood from his chin, his golden-red eyes blazing. The clone mirrored the action, smirking.
Buu spread his arms. "Enough. You've served your purpose."
The clone tilted its head, confused for only a moment—before Buu's hand shot forward, piercing its chest. Pink flesh writhed, and the clone screamed as it was pulled back into its origin, absorbed like water returning to the ocean. The energy flooded into Buu, surging through his veins until the very air trembled around him.
He floated above the ruins, his laughter rolling across the valley. "Yes! This is it. With Goku's blood, with Gohan's wisdom, with my own power—I am no longer bound by limits. I can fight, I can die, I can rise again… endlessly. The universe won't know how to stop me."
The moonlight glinted off his sharp grin as his aura calmed, glowing steadily like a predator at rest.
He turned toward the horizon, eyes narrowing as if he could see across time itself. "But first… I need to enjoy this era. To taste the moment that made Son Goku who he is."
With a final laugh, Majin Buu turned to the old man's house.
'Just me and a Dragon Ball… waiting for Bulma. Hope she doesn't take too long.'