“Ha! Ha! I did it!” the Majin Heliorian said, grinning ear to ear.
“Gah!” Gohan coughed up blood. He squirmed, his upper torso the only thing that remained of his body. He had at best half a minute to live.
“Gohan!” Unexpected tears stung Bra’s eyes. She thought she was strong, but seeing her half-brother dying in a bloody mess tore into her soul. She regretted each haughty remark she’d given him over her life. Her fist trembled with emotion. “Bastard!”
“You!” Piccolo-as-Cell Jr. trembled with equal emotion. Even inside this foreign body, he radiated a fury she’d never seen from the Namekian before.
“Ha! And what about it?” the Majin Heliorian said, arms crossed. “You can’t beat me! I have more than enough energy to handle both of you!” His smirk widened as Cell appeared behind him. “Say, pal, how about we kill these fools quickly and return to Lord Babidi? The other Gohan and the Kais still pose a threat. I haven’t seen them, but if they’re anything like these idiots, they’ll be dead as quick as you can blink!”
“Silence, fool.” Cell extended a hand forward. “I’ve had enough of your irritating yapping. You cost me a good fight.”
“Wait, you can’t be serious! I’m on your side!” The Majin Heliorian tried raising his shield to stop the traitorous Majin. Cell broke through his pathetic defenses with ease.
“No!” The blast obliterated the Majin Heliorian to dust. His audience watched his sudden ruination in utter shock.
“What? But aren’t you on Babidi’s side?” Bra asked, her mouth hanging open.
Despite dying, Gohan uttered a choking laugh. “Thought so. Like Vegeta, Babidi couldn’t control you either.”
“That’s right,” Cell replied. “Someone of my superior mind would never fall prey to such a petty, simple mind trick.”
“What now?” Bra asked, tightening her fist as she prepared to fight.
“Like I said earlier, there’s no point in challenging someone who can’t fight me,” Cell replied. “My goal has never changed. I will defeat the multiverse’s strongest fighters and achieve ultimate perfection.”
Seeing no reason to continue their conversation, Cell flew off for better prey. Most likely, it was the other Gohan.
“Sorry, Gohan. We’ll wish you back as soon as we can,” Bra said, grabbing her half-brother’s hand.
“Are those tears, Bra? Funny, I didn’t know you cared,” the dying Gohan said with a slight smirk on his bloody lips.
“Oh, shut up!” Bra said, jerking her hand away and pushing her half-brother hard in the chest. She wasn’t blushing, and would deny the allegation to her dying day.
“We better get you a healer, Bra. You’re one step in the grave yourself,” Piccolo-as-Cell Jr. said.
“Yeah, you’ll have to carry me. I’m running on empty,” Bra replied. She jerked in surprise as Gohan’s eyes widened.
“Cell, look out!”
“Huh?” Cell said in confusion. Much to her horror, she realized what her half-brother meant.
“Change!” A beam shot towards Cell. Distracted by his search for stronger opponents, he hadn’t noticed Ginyu-as-Piccolo sneaking up beneath him. Bra watched in helpless horror as Ginyu stole the strongest body on the planet.
But Gohan was quick on the uptake, planting an arm on the ground and launching himself toward the beam with one desperate ki blast. With remarkable luck and precision, Gohan landed the mark.
“What the heck?!” Cell said, befuddled.
“Gah!” Gohan said, landing painfully on some rubble. “No! Not this body!” Ginyu struggled and squirmed, trying to position his half-body to find another body to steal. But Bra beat him to the punch. Ginyu-as-Gohan’s eyes widened as he saw the palm directed at his face.
“No! C—” Those were Ginyu’s last words as Bra blasted him to dust with her remaining energy. She collapsed to her remaining knee, totally spent.
“What the?” Cell said, bewildered. “She killed him?”
“You should thank them both,” Piccolo-as-Cell Jr. said. “Ginyu almost stole your body.”
“Huh?” Cell peered at his so-called son more closely. “Piccolo, is that you?”
“Hmph.” Piccolo-as-Cell Jr. confirmed the question with a snort.
Cell shook his head. “I thought one of my children was acting strangely. That must have been Ginyu. And I suppose that’s you in Piccolo’s body now, Gohan?”
“I must admit, since childhood, I’ve always wanted to be Piccolo. I never thought I’d literally become him,” Gohan-as-Piccolo said, testing his fingers in awestruck amazement.
“How amusing,” Cell said with a slight chuckle. “I’ll consider this payment for sparing your lives earlier.” With greater speed, he flew away.
“What?! What type of thanks is that?!” Bra fumed but allowed the bio-warrior to leave. Still, how would they return everyone to their rightful bodies?
“Have to say, Bra. I thought you’d hesitate a little more,” Gohan-as-Piccolo said, amused.
“Please, that wasn’t my brother,” Bra rolled her eyes. “Enough stupid jokes. I need a healer right now.”
Despite their victory, unease was creeping into her. She knew in her bones they hadn’t won yet. Still, with Cell, Babidi’s greatest warrior, going rogue, who could challenge them still? Despite that reassurance, her unease didn’t ebb, heightened as her half-brother’s expression turned to shock.
“What’s wrong?” Bra asked.
“No!” Gohan-as-Piccolo said, grief written all over his face. It turned to rage, flying off before Bra could ask what was wrong.
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“You really thought you could run, silly girl?” Kakarot said, his smile sardonic.
“You! Get behind me! I’ll protect you!” Phipsil said, taking a protective stance in front of Little Pan.
Not good. Little Pan hadn’t expected her grandfather’s evil counterpart to catch up to them so quickly. “Why are you even chasing me? Even if I become a Super Saiyan, I probably can’t even beat you!”
But Kakarot only shrugged. “Call it scientific curiosity. We Saiyans live to fight, and I want to see if you can amuse me.” Then, with startling speed, he struck.
Phipsil winced as Kakarot struck against her shield with terrifying force. It drove her back, but she stood firm. The Heliorian extended an arm and shot energy balls at Kakarot point-blank. While one struck him right in the chest, he slipped around the others with ease.
“That hurt!” Kakarot extended both hands and shot a barrage of careless ki blasts at them. Little Pan screamed as one exploded over her. She shielded her mother with her body and worked with Phipsil to deflect the attack. She was panting as she broke each apart with her fists.
“You didn’t use your shield that time,” Little Pan whispered.
“My energy is very low,” Phipsil whispered back. “Keep him distracted—I think I can land a killing blow.”
With an almost indistinct bow of her head, Little Pan nodded in the affirmative. It was time they disproved his ludicrous claim that he was immortal.
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect you.” With delicate care, she placed her mother against a nearby wall.
“Pan.” Her mother rasped out, but when she saw the determination in her daughter’s face, she gave Little Pan a slight smile. “Go get him. You’re just like your dad—you can’t help but fight to protect people. Be careful.”
“How touching!” Kakarot said with a sardonic smile. He extended both hands, exposing himself and dropping his guard. “Come on, then. Entertain me.”
Phipsil and Little Pan exchanged a look, then launched themselves at Kakarot at once. While the evil Goku outclassed them both, they pushed him hard. Amused, he engaged them, deflecting each blow. He smirked as he caught a blow aimed at his back, and Little Pan howled in pain as he elbowed her in the face. Blood oozed from her nose, but she only fought harder.
“Gah!” Phipsil howled in pain from a punch to the chest, her armor cracking. She doubled over, collapsing on the ground.
“And now it’s just us!” Kakarot launched a vicious assault, each blow landing painfully. He tore her defenses apart with ease.
A kick sent her flying, and Little Pan pinballed against the walls, landing painfully on the cement floor. But she refused to surrender and regained her feet. Her bravado was in vain, though, as a punch blew the wind out of her.
With a hand, Kakarot lifted her. “Pathetic.” But he frowned as Little Pan smiled at him. “What?”
A beam of light flashed behind him, and Kakarot’s head collapsed off his body. He toppled like a mighty tree, dead.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t leave anything to chance,” Phipsil said, her finger still extended. “That was the last of my power.”
“It’s fine. He paid for his arrogance.” Some immortal. What a foolish braggart he’d been—nothing like her humbler grandfather. Little Pan removed Kakarot from her thoughts and focused on her wounded mother. “Are you okay, Mom? Do you need a Senzu bean?”
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“I’ll be okay,” her mom replied, struggling to her feet. “What about you?” She seemed more worried about her daughter than herself.
“I’ll manage.” Like her mother, she didn’t want to admit the severity of her injuries, either. Little Pan squinted and scanned her surroundings. It was still chaotic, but she sensed the situation was dying down. Most of Babidi’s forces had either retreated or fallen. She saw her father engaging with Cell, who still seemed all full strength.
Whatever. It’s fine. Dad beat him once before, and he’ll do it again. Though, she was worried when she spotted Bra. Her alternate aunt seemed really roughed up, but distance made it difficult to tell her situation.
Unable to help her father against Cell, Little Pan made another plan. “Let’s help the other survivors.” It seemed unlikely she’d find Babidi among the labyrinthine corridors, nor was she in any shape to fight a serious opponent. It’d be best to help get Phipsil and her mom to safety. She frowned as she caught the Heliorian’s expression. It was one of fright.
“What is it?” Little Pan stared in shock at the person standing to her right, a pit of dread forming in her stomach. “Impossible.”
“Hi,” Kakarot said, hale and alive. After a mocking smile, he punched Phipsil hard in the stomach. She didn’t rise again. Kakarot flicked blood from his hand.
“But you died!” She’d seen his head come off!
“I said I was immortal, didn’t I? I used the Immortal Dragon of my universe to wish for it,” Kakarot replied, though a frown creased his mouth. “You can’t imagine how annoying it is to find and reattach your head. I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Pan!” Her mom watched helplessly as Kakarot wailed on her, so quick that his prey didn’t even respond. Pain became her world as he pounded into her, relishing her helplessness.
“You pushed me harder than most, but in the end, you’re nothing but a disappointment. You bore me now.” Kakarot tossed Little Pan hard against a nearby wall, smearing it with blood.
Her opponent’s blows left her face badly bruised, unable to open one eye. Her good eye widened as he stalked toward her, his killing intent evident. She gasped as she sensed something, her heart going dead. Her father’s ki had disappeared. Had he just died? No! Impossible! Tears streamed down her cheeks, her pain forgotten.
Her attacker paused, sensing her father’s death, too. “He died already? Pity. Oh, well. Might as well finish this game.” He stabbed a hand forward, ready to impale her. Little Pan groaned but found no strength to rise and defend herself. A hot, coppery liquid splashed on her face, but it wasn’t hers.
“M-Mom.” Despair struck her heart as she saw the hand that stabbed through her mother’s chest. Her mother collapsed in a heap, but her face held a smile, using her remaining strength to show her daughter how much she loved her. “Mom!”
Little Pan grabbed hold of her mom, shaking her in a vain hope she’d rouse again. “Mom!”
Kakarot only laughed, amused. “How pointless. All she did was give her daughter a few seconds longer of life!”
A sob escaped Little Pan’s lips as she buried her head into her mother’s cooling body. How could this happen? She’d lost both her parents in a matter of moments. It seemed unreal, impossible.
“Don’t cry, little girl,” Kakarot said in mock sympathy. “You’ll be joining her soon.”
Her mom’s killer’s mocking words pierced her grief, sparking something inside her. To him, her pain was a joke, a way to amuse himself.
“You.” Little Pan’s voice trembled with pent-up emotion. “You murderer!”
The fire inside her burned hotter and brighter, a supernova of power and light. She took it all inside her without hesitation, caring little if it burned her alive from the inside. “Murderer!”
Shock replaced Kakarot’s laughter as Little Pan stood, her ki rising to unprecedented heights. “You’ll pay for this!” Her grief and pain fueled the supernova even hotter until it exploded.
“I won’t let you get away with this.” A golden aura blazed around Little Pan.
But Kakarot didn’t seem too concerned, more amused than anything. “What do you know? All it took was a death of someone close to become a Super Saiyan? But I was wasting my time. You’re still nothing but an insect compared to me! Still, it should offer some amusement.”
“A game, is this?” The nova inside her wasn’t content. No, it was still ready to burn even brighter. She hated Kakarot with her entire being, and that anger drove her to grab the light inside her with both hands. It burned her soul to grasp it, pain beyond anything she’d ever felt. But Little Pan didn’t care. She’d take this power and destroy him. Kakarot stopped laughing as she screamed, blown off his feet by its sheer power.
“What? What is this?” Kakarot trembled, staring at her in shock.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? To see my true power? Here it is.” Somehow, she’d pushed past Super Saiyan into another form altogether. She glared down at Kakarot with cold eyes. Her fury had pushed past a raging inferno and become an arctic wind.
Every thought was clear and calm as she planned her opponent’s demise. “You say you’re immortal? I’m going to make you wish you weren’t.”
“Uh, well…” Kakarot backed away in fright, a bully who’d realized he’d picked on the wrong person. “It was all just a joke! We’ll wish them back, no problem! There’s no need for…”
A fist drove hard into her opponent’s chest, hard enough to shatter his armor. Kakarot howled in pain, blood staining his teeth. He gritted his teeth, sending a wild blow in his attacker’s direction. But he might as well have been attacking smoke.
Another fist drove into his chest, the blow even harder. A crater formed where he struck the ground. Kakarot released a wheezing moan, eyes widening in terror as Little Pan stood over him, her eyes frigid and merciless.
She struck him again, the crater beneath Kakarot widening to a gulf. Still, Little Pan didn’t stop. Blow after blow struck her opponent, each with greater power. One punch became dozens of punches, hundreds, then thousands. His immortality stirred her into even more mercilessness. There was no anger—her heart was a block of ice. She wailed at him, each blow targeting Kakarot’s most vulnerable points. Her target lost any ability to fight back, completely helpless against the onslaught. And Kakarot didn’t die; his immortality kept his body from getting blown to pieces. When she stopped, his body was a crumpled, broken heap.
“Still together, huh?” Little Pan said, speaking to no one. Her victim long had since losing consciousness. She stood in a pile of rubble, a good chunk of the tournament planet reduced to a gaping hole. “Oh well.”
She lifted a fist for another punch, but a green hand caught hers. “Enough. You have him beaten.”
A crack spidered across her frozen heart. “Uncle Piccolo?” The cracks widened and splintered until her inner emotions broke through, shattering the ice.
“Uncle Piccolo!” She dropped the unconscious Kakarot and sobbed into the Namekian’s chest.
“Hey there. It’s okay.” Piccolo stroked the back of her head, tender and loving. She bawled into him until she regained some semblance of composure.
“It’s Dad and Mom. They’re both…” Little Pan’s voice cracked.
“I felt it,” Piccolo said, his voice hard. “He was the one who killed her, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah.” Something about the Namekian’s tone confused her. Uncle Piccolo usually didn’t get this emotional. His stoic face broke into a wide grin. “But you sure showed him, didn’t you? I’m amazed you were able to awaken such power within you.”
A Cell Jr. appeared, a pleased smile on his face. “You reached Super Saiyan 2. Incredible. I didn’t realize that was possible for someone who wasn’t even a regular Super Saiyan yet.” The bio-monster’s appearance put Little Pan on her guard, but something about his expression troubled her. It was far too familiar somehow.
Then Bra from Universe 16 appeared, her appearance bloody and haggard. “What a mess. Nice work.” She looked at Little Pan with open awe. “How did you do it? Control your power, I mean.”
“I didn’t,” Little Pan replied. She gestured to what remained of Kakarot. This earned an amused snort from Bra.
“Still, I’m confused.” She pointed at the odd Cell Jr. “Did he switch sides?”
Piccolo rubbed the back of his neck, an odd gesture from the Namekian. Something about it was familiar. “That’s a long story.” He bent down to Little Pan’s eye level. “We’ll wish her back, okay? She might not be my wife, but I won’t allow her to stay dead.”
“Eh?” Little Pan blinked, trying to put it all together. She stared into Piccolo’s eyes, seeing something unmistakably familiar. “D-Dad?”
“You got it. Though I’m the Gohan from Universe 16,” Piccolo replied, chagrined. “Still, you’re my daughter, regardless of the universe you come from.”
“How? Why?” So her dad was okay then? She stared at the Cell Jr. “Are you the real Piccolo?” The Cell Jr. only gave a firm nod of agreement.
“Are you someone else too?” Little Pan asked Bra.
“No. It’s me,” Bra replied. “But how about we get me some help already? Or would you rather have me bleed to death?” Much to Little Pan’s shock, she realized her alternate aunt was missing a leg, just barely keeping afloat with ki.
“Sorry, Bra,” Gohan-as-Piccolo replied. “I almost forgot. No more distractions. We are getting you help now.” A smile quirked at Little Pan’s mouth, eager to see Big Sis’s reaction to her father being Piccolo now, but Bra needed her help first.
“You better!” Bra said to her half-brother.
“And on the way, please tell me what happened!” Little Pan floated alongside them. She gave Kakarot a sour look, but she doubted he’d cause trouble anytime soon. And if he did, he’d face her wrath once again.
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A fist flew past Pan’s face—or that’s what she initially thought. Even with her eyes closed, Anpan continued to distort everything around her. Pan grunted as she took a blow to the chin, sending a barrage of ki blasts in every direction in retaliation. If she couldn’t trust her senses, she’d attack with something her opponent couldn’t easily dodge. At this range, Anpan would have trouble avoiding them all.
And she scored a few lucky hits, blasting her opponent back. Instead of being pained or annoyed by the damage, Anpan seemed enthused. Her Cheshire-like grin seemed a phantom image as it stretched across her face, dangling arms swaying like a demented pendulum.
“Yes, yes. Fight me! Grow stronger! Feast on my blood!” Anpan said.
“I will do no such thing!” Pan shot back, disturbed.
Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to conquer this foe. It wasn’t just that Anpan’s attacks were erratic with no recognizable fighting style, or that she deceived the senses. No, reality itself seemed corrupted by her very presence. Combined with her Super Saiyan powers, she was trickier than even Cell to defeat.
While they’d exchanged blows, the fight hadn’t progressed at all. Anpan seemed content playing with her, drawing out her strength and battle lust. Behind them, Buu continued to cheer them on, delighted by their battle. In the commotion, Pan had almost forgotten about him.
“I can’t stay here forever,” Pan thought and took a risk. No more pussyfooting around. Her ki erupted like a volcano as she pulled from her deepest reserves. It’d drain her already-depleted ki—she still hadn’t fully recovered from her fight with Tapion—but the others were in danger.
“Oh, ho!” Anpan said, a fire of delight burning like dark flames behind her eyes. “Are we getting serious? I will too!”
The miasma around her opponent flowed like a tainted river, poisoning everything it touched. The stone in the room they stood inside blackened and warped. Anyone unlucky enough to be close to their fight collapsed, their form warped and mangled beyond recognition. Only Pan’s undead nature saved her from being affected—or was it because they shared the same dark power? It did not bother Buu either, not surprising for a construct of evil magic.
“Shall we continue?” Anpan asked, her voice so distorted her words were almost unrecognizable. Her blow knocked Pan off her feet, so quick she hadn’t even seen her opponent move.
Gritting her teeth, Pan launched her counter-assault. But it was like trying to fight smoke—her opponent everywhere and nowhere at once. While Anpan’s blows weren’t as powerful as Pan’s, it didn’t matter when you couldn’t defend yourself. Still, one of Pan’s flailing blows landed, giving her a vague idea of where her opponent was.
“Kamehameha!” Pan waved her blast into a destructive wave, obliterating the apartments into rubble. She released an unnecessary breath, scanning the cloud of brick dust for her opponent. Had she gotten her? A sudden blow to the back of the neck was her answer.
“Close, you almost had me!” Anpan’s playful voice said. Pan threw a fist back at her, but it only struck open air.
“If only I could sense her!” Pan thought in frustration. “Come on, Pan, think. There must be a way to win.”
“We share power—is that something I can use?” Pan knew she was grasping at straws with this observation.
Or was it? She recalled how she’d used her ki-draining power to knock Tapion unconscious. Could she pull Anpan’s dark power into herself? Was that even safe to try? When she looked into Anpan’s demented Cheshire smile, she decided it was worth the risk. This girl offended her to her primal being. Anpan's very existence was a blasphemy against nature.
The two combatants darted like bolts of shadow as they zipped across the air. Pan put all her energy into sheer speed, hoping to move quicker than her opponent’s confusing distortions. It worked, putting Anpan on the defensive. Pan landed blow after blow, never letting up her attack. While Anpan’s battle style was erratic and primal, it lacked any defensive capability. Her opponent howled as a blow connected with her ribs, hard enough to knock the wind from her. Pan reached out to grab her, but her opponent pivoted away.
“Yes! Yes! So strong!” Anpan cackled in delight. Energy gathered in her palms, unleashing orbs of pure darkness around her. “Void Walkers!”
Hundreds of orbs flew at Pan, each one hurting her eyes as she looked at them. In a snap decision, she gathered ki into her palm and fired into the incoming orbs.
“Kamehameha!” Much to her shock, the orbs distorted her ki blast, redirecting it in random directions like demented ping-pong balls. Pan was suddenly in more danger from her own attack than the orbs, wincing as one scored a hit on her ribs. It left a black hole in her shirt.
“Oh, shoot!” The full assault of void orbs bombarded her. She weaved through them, but they seemed endless, redirected by the playful Anpan. She watched as one smashed into a pile of rubble. The rock blackened before dissolving into dust. Gulping, she made careful aim to avoid getting hit. But a sudden blast flew toward her, almost causing a fatal distraction. She winced as she just ducked under an orb. Pan glared at Anpan.
Anpan continued to shoot irritating ki shots at her, some almost impossible to avoid, as she waved around the void orbs. So Pan took the less damaging option—taking stinging blasts if it meant dodging an orb. They wore her down, but Pan kept moving, aiming toward her foe.
“Gah!” Anpan’s next ki shot was more powerful than the previous one, the impact almost driving Pan into a void orb. Somehow, she stabilized enough to avoid a collision. She glared at her opponent.
“I can’t dodge forever.” Pan came to a snap decision. If her ki couldn’t harm the orbs, that what about this? She screamed, creating a gust of power. It created a whirlwind that blew everything around her away, even the void orbs. While they destroyed everything in their path, the orbs were at least eradicated.
“Nice going, you did it!” Anpan said in congratulations. Little remained of the apartment they’d been fighting in, beyond piles of dark ash. She looked around but couldn’t locate Buu anywhere. Had the void orbs killed him?
“Thanks,” Pan replied sarcastically. Her body sagged, worn thin. The outburst of ki had drained her. Darkness was already creeping into her vision. Her opponent, however, seemed ready for ten more rounds, loving every moment of their fight.
Still, Pan sensed that the Void Walkers attack had drained Anpan’s power considerably. She’d risked an exorbitant amount of ki to use it. Even her distortions seemed less lively than before. Pan held nothing back as she launched her final assault.
The sheer ferocity of her attack caught Anpan off guard. Pan launched a ki blast past her opponent’s face, surprising her as it suddenly exploded. The blast cleared the distortion just enough to give Pan a clear image of Anpan. The doppelganger gasped as Pan grabbed her wrist and refused to let go.
“Hey, wait!” Anpan said in obvious distress, but Pan didn’t care.
Through their contact, Pan sensed the dark power within Anpan crashing like an eternal sea storm on a dark ocean. The seas of her power were like an oily sap, cloying and viscous.
A wave of revulsion passed through Pan as she absorbed it. It was both sickly and sweet, and it disturbed her how much she enjoyed tasting it. She suddenly released Anpan’s arm, shivering in disgust.
“We’re done here.” Pan could have stolen more, but she feared what might happen if she did.
Much to her annoyance, Anpan seemed satisfied despite her loss. She didn’t even seem drained, despite the amount of ki Pan had stolen from her. “That power can be yours, Pan. Just take it. You should be its master.”
“Why? Who are you?”
Anpan opened her mouth to answer, but Pan gasped as a wave of pink flowed toward them. Still exhausted from their fight, neither combatant had the strength to fight back.
A head poked out of the pink blob—Buu’s face. “Buu like you. You are like Buu. Me make your power mine. Me show Uub who is strongest!”
Pan cursed, realizing this had been Buu’s game. Buu had been standing in the background, waiting for Anpan and Pan to exhaust themselves until they were weak enough for him to easily absorb. They both fought against it, but they were too exhausted from their previous battle.
But a golden orb shot out and exploded between Pan and Anpan. It gave her dark counterpart enough room to rip free and fly away. Pan tried to do the same, but Buu was faster, dedicating his strength to consuming her instead.
“No! It didn’t work!” Bardock said, eyes wide in utter shock. “I couldn’t completely stop the future I saw!”
But Pan didn’t have time to puzzle out what this meant, as the pink blob absorbed her completely—and she became part of Buu.
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Author’s note:
Next time:
The Ginyu Force faces off against the Supreme Kai’s to defend Babidi. Buu’s new, terrifying form! Can anyone stop Pan Buu? And Mary Sue locates the tournament fighters.