The night that followed was still.
Capsule Corp slept beneath a wounded sky — its walls cracked, its garden scorched, and yet somehow… peaceful.
The air still pulsed faintly with leftover ki, like the earth itself was catching its breath after a storm.
From far above, on a floating fragment of space-time that shimmered like glass, Fu watched.
Hands in his pockets, tail swaying lazily behind him, he leaned forward with the expression of someone observing a particularly entertaining experiment.
"Well, well," he murmured, purple eyes glinting. "That… didn't go according to plan."
In his hand, a holographic screen projected the scene below — Buu sitting cross-legged in the ruins of the courtyard, surrounded by Bardock's team. The Saiyans looked half-wary, half-exhausted, but they were listening.
Laughing, even.
"Training together already," Fu said, amused. "That was fast. I expected mutual annihilation… but bonding?" He chuckled. "Now that's new."
He swiped the air, and the projection zoomed in on Bulma and Mai. They were setting up repair drones, their auras still faintly pink. Bulma's face was calm, but her eyes betrayed something else — thought, confusion, maybe even longing.
Fu tilted his head.
"Bulma Brief… human genius, emotional chaos. Predictable in data, unpredictable in heart."He grinned.
He shifted focus to Buu, golden light flickering around the Majin's meditative form.
"Now you… A creature born from destruction, now teaching others to control it. You weren't supposed to be like this."
Fu's smile softened, almost genuine.
"Part of me is proud. The other part?" He sighed dramatically. "Utterly bored."
He walked across the hovering platform, tapping the invisible edge of the dimensional veil that kept him hidden from Buu's senses. Each step echoed like a note through the air.
The barrier pulsed faintly in response — aware, alive.
Below, Buu suddenly opened one eye, golden energy flickering inside it. Fu froze, then smirked.
"Still sensitive, huh? Good."
He raised his hand, summoning another holographic layer — a constellation of data points mapping Buu's power curve. It was growing exponentially.
"Majin energy learning Saiyan growth patterns," he muttered, eyes darting rapidly over the graphs. "He's rewriting his DNA… no pushback, no mental decay. That shouldn't be possible."
A flick of his wrist shifted the projection again — now showing Bardock's team. Their energy signatures pulsed faintly with the Majin symbol, but unlike typical corruption, their ki didn't seem to be controlled
Fu chuckled low.
"You actually fixed them. You turned my soldiers into people again."
He looked genuinely impressed for a moment… before his grin turned sharp.
"How adorable."
He shut the hologram with a snap of his fingers and stared down at the campfire below.
Bardock sat apart from the others, watching Buu in silence. His hand kept brushing the faint Majin mark on his chest — as if testing whether it was real.
Fu could read his lips even from here.
"What are you, really?"
"Good question," Fu whispered. "Even I don't know anymore."
He pulled a small, crystalline shard from his pocket — a fragment from one of the shattered masks. It pulsed faintly with residual red energy.
"Project: Mask Resonance," he murmured. "Stage one failed. Subject loyalty compromised. But…"
He squeezed the shard lightly, and a ripple of new data spread across its surface."Stage two begins now."
Fu's glasses glowed violet as he looked toward the stars.
"Let's see how long this peace lasts, Buu. Because if you really think you've built a family… I'm going to enjoy watching it break."
The wind shifted.
Down below, Buu's eyes opened again. His expression changed — calm, but alert — as if sensing a presence.
Bulma turned to him. "What's wrong?"
He didn't answer at first. The golden light around him dimmed slowly.
"Nothing," he said finally, though his tone carried a gravity it hadn't before. "Just… a parasite that spies."
Mai frowned. "Fu again?"
Buu looked toward the night sky, the corner of his mouth curling faintly. "Maybe."
Bulma crossed her arms. "You think he'll come back?"
Buu's grin returned — soft, dangerous, certain. "Oh, he never left."
And high above them, hidden between dimensions, Fu laughed quietly to himself.
"Smart boy."
He flicked his wrist, and the world around him folded inward — his platform dissolving into streaks of purple light.
"Enjoy your peace while you can, Majin. I'll be back soon…"
His voice faded into the dark, carried on the ripples of the fractured sky.
"…and next time, I'll bring something more fun to play."