The announcer, exhausted, raised his hand to the sky.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The Final Round of the Tournament begins!"
The finalist teams appeared on the giant screens, and a murmur rippled through the audience.
Team Buu:
– Majin Buu
– Bulma
– Mai
– Fasha
Bulma looked at the giant monitor with a mixture of pride and disbelief.
"I never thought I'd end up on a battle team... much less in a tournament."
Mai crossed her arms. "You're holding up much better than you're letting on."
Fasha laughed, leaning on the edge of the ring. "Neither of you are normal. And that's a compliment."
Buu, sitting cross-legged, stared at the fight scoreboard with the calm smile of someone about to open a present.
The first match of the finals was drawn:
Team Bardock vs. Team Omega Team—a name too long and uninteresting.
Bardock punched his opponent in the stomach so hard the referee didn't even have time to count.
The rest of the team followed suit: precise, synchronized, devastating movements.
Bulma watched from their vantage point. "They've truly become incredible..."
Mai nodded. "And they're only in the preliminaries."
Then it was Buu's team's turn.
Their opponents didn't even last thirty seconds.
The second round came faster than expected.
The scoreboard flashed.
Penultimate Match: Team Buu VS Team Bardock
The crowd erupted.
The two teams stared at each other across the ring.
Across the staging area, Bardock's team lifted their hands in surrender before their match could even begin.
They exchanged nods with Buu's group as if silently promising a real spar another day.
And then it was time for the last match.
A mechanical thud echoed through the hall as four energy signatures stepped onto the opposite platform: Android 13, 14, 15, and—unexpectedly—a youthful, towering figure whose aura felt ancient and pricklingly familiar. The young Great Demon King Piccolo, restored to prime strength, regarded them with a smirk that carried centuries of accumulated pride.
Buu's eyes narrowed, but he kept his grin. "This'll be fun."
Bulma looked at them curiously.
Mai began to accumulate ki on her hands, preferring close combat for this round.
Fasha cracked her neck, tail swaying behind her with predatory calculation.
Android 13 stepped forward first, voice a low rumble. "Target identified. Mission: elimination."
Buu lifted a hand. "Sorry, but I'm not planning on losing today."
The referee signaled the start.
The four androids moved at once—14 charging like a boulder, 15 streaking around with dizzying speed, 13 pulling back a massive energy sphere, and Piccolo rising above them all with a roar that shook the tiles beneath their feet.
Buu blurred into motion, intercepting 14's punch with a single finger.
The impact shattered the floor behind him, shockwaves rippling outward.
"You hit hard," Buu said cheerfully, "but I can hit harder."
He flicked the android's forehead.
The resulting boom sent 14 skidding across the arena until he crashed into a pillar.
On the other side of the battlefield, Bulma and Mai faced 15 together.
He zipped between them with erratic, mocking laughter, firing small but deadly photon blasts that forced the two women to dodge in perfect synch.
Bulma pressed a button on her bracer; a brief pulse of blue light bent incoming shots away from them.
"Love that toy," Mai muttered as she slid under a blast, swept 15's legs, and fired an explosive blast.
Bulma followed with a fist that slammed the android into the ground.
He immediately sprang up, but the women were already moving—a dance they had long since perfected through tension, rivalry, and stubborn cooperation.
Fasha took on Piccolo with fearless Saiyan ferocity.
Every strike she threw echoed, every kick burned with ki. But Piccolo wasn't holding back.
He extended his limbs, striking at impossible angles, growing in size and power with each breath.
Fasha dug her heels in, blocking a hammer-blow with both forearms.
"You're strong," Piccolo said, voice dark and amused. "But you're not the one I want."
His eyes locked on Buu.
Buu, now wrestling Android 13 in a clash that distorted the very air, flashed a toothy grin.
"You can wait!"
13 powered up, muscle mass expanding, energy roaring outward in a crimson storm.
The glow reflected in Buu's eyes just as 13 slammed him into the ground hard enough to crack the arena in half. Dust shot upward in a cloud.
Mai's voice cut through it. "Buu!"
Before 13 could strike again, an hand snapped out of the debris and grabbed his wrist. The dust cleared enough to reveal Buu—still smiling, but with a new spark in his expression.
A golden flare erupted around him.
His hair spiked upward, glowing; his aura turned into a vortex of electricity and light. His eyes sharpened into a predatory, gleeful focus.
Bulma whispered, stunned, "He actually transformed… Why does he like to play with his enemies?"
Buu rose into the air, golden aura blazing. "Alright. My turn."
He disappeared and reappeared behind Android 13 so fast that even Piccolo's eyes widened.
A single chop to the android's neck sent him crashing into the earth. Buu shot off again—one blow to 14, breaking his stance; another to 15, swatting him from midair.
Each impact broke the androids. One by one, sparks flew, devices shattered.
Piccolo attempted to capitalize on the distraction, unleashing a point-blank energy wave at Buu.
But Buu merely raised a palm. The blast bent away from him, swirling harmlessly around the arena.
"You're tough too." Buu stretched his shoulders. "Wanna go again?"
Piccolo hesitated.
"You…" Piccolo started, but he was interrupted by Buu's hand penetrating his stomach.
Piccolo staggered, crimson spilling down his chest as Buu withdrew his arm with a slow, almost curious tilt of the head. The Namekian's knees buckled, but he forced himself upright, shaking with effort.
"You…" Piccolo rasped. His breath hitched. His vision blurred.
Buu stepped closer, golden aura crackling like a living storm. "Hey… you're not dying yet, right? That felt too soft."
Piccolo coughed—hard—and collapsed to one knee. The world trembled as something inside him shifted. A pressure in his throat forced him to arch forward.
A sphere pushed up through his mouth—smooth, pale, almost luminescent.
Bulma's eyes widened. "Is that—?"
Piccolo held the egg gently, protectively, fingers trembling. His voice was nearly gone, but the words still carried weight.
"You… won't erase everything… I built…"
He hurled the egg skyward with the last of his strength. It shot into the horizon like a comet, vanishing into the distance.
Buu watched it go with a raised brow. "Heh. It's a canon event, huh?"
Piccolo tried to speak again—but the light left him before the sound did. His body went still, falling forward amid the shattered tiles of the arena. For a moment, even the wind stopped.
Then Android 13's laughter—cold, synthesized, almost gleeful—broke the silence.
"Sentimental fool," 13 hissed. His eyes glowed brighter. "But none of that matters."
Behind him, Androids 14 and 15 staggered to their feet despite sparks dancing across their broken frames. They moved like marionettes with severed strings—barely functional, but somehow still obedient.
13 raised his hands.
Red energy threads shot from his palms, latching onto 14 and 15 like hooks. Bulma gasped as their bodies convulsed, pulled toward him as if by gravity itself.
Their bodies disassembled midair. Plates, wires, cores, power modules—all ripped apart and drawn into 13's chassis. His silhouette grew darker, heavier, more brutal. A new aura erupted—thicker, deeper, murderous.
When the light cleared, Super Android 13 stood there.
His skin was cobalt. His muscles doubled. His power spiked so high even Bardock cursed under his breath.
"I have now achieved perfect efficiency," the android rumbled. "Only to erase you."
Buu floated lazily in the air, still golden, still bored. "Okay. Show me."
13 vanished.
A fist slammed into Buu's face, sending him crashing through a mountain on the far end of the arena. Rock vaporized. Dust exploded outward. Bardock shielded Panchy with his arm from the shockwave.
But a pink-and-gold blur burst from the rubble.
"Ohhh, that was good!" Buu laughed. "Do it again."
13 didn't hesitate.
They collided midair—fist meeting fist, shockwaves spiraling across the battlefield. Each strike cracked the sky. Lightning followed them as they clashed from one corner of the arena to the next in blurs too fast for even the Saiyans to follow.
Bulma grabbed the railing, her heart in her throat.
"He's playing again," she whispered.
Mai nodded grimly. "Which means he's not in danger. We are."
13 roared, firing a massive beam that tore through the ground like a blade. Buu dodged with a spin, appearing above him, planting a glowing kick on the android's skull that cratered the earth beneath them.
"You're tough," Buu teased. "But stiff."
13 rose from the crater, armor cracked, eyes burning. "I am built for perfection. Not games."
He lunged—but Buu was already behind him.
A single punch to the spine shattered his core chamber. 13 froze, sparks sputtering from his joints. Buu grabbed him by the jaw.
"Your power's good," he said with a soft chuckle. "So I'll keep it."
Then Buu's body shifted—fluid, malleable. Pink tendrils wrapped around the android. 13 tried to scream, but his voice was swallowed as Buu absorbed him whole. A burst of energy flashed outward, then disappeared into Buu's skin.
Silence.
Then—Buu shivered, eyes widening in delight.
"Ooooh… that one had flavor."
Bulma slapped her forehead. "He's impossible…"
Mai exhaled. "At least the fight's over."
Bardock crossed his arms, watching the steam rise from the shattered arena. "No," he muttered, eyes narrowing at the horizon. "Something's watching."
But whatever he sensed wasn't close.
Far above, perched on a floating island of dark energy, Fu smirked as he adjusted his glasses, observing the battlefield through a glowing screen.
"Well, well…" he whispered. "Looks like I'll need stronger pieces."
His grin sharpened.
"This game's just getting interesting."