Blecker x Dragonball

Last Stand of the Saiyans

Last Stand of the Saiyans

The battlefield was scorched, the skies blood-red from the fallout of EvilBuu's transformation. Around the shattered remnants of the World Martial Arts Tournament stadium, the Earth's defenders braced themselves—and then the cavalry arrived.

The thundering cry of descending Saiyan dropships tore through the sky. From the lead vessel, King Vegeta descended with Nappa and Raditz at his side, his new royal cape snapping dramatically in the wind. Behind him, dozens of elite Saiyan warriors followed, forming ranks in the sky like a wall of resolve.

"We've come to fulfill our pact," King Vegeta announced. "Earth protected us. Now we return the favor."

Evil Buu gave a wide, toothy grin. "New toys."

The Saiyans didn't wait. In coordinated precision, they launched forward, their auras igniting like comets. Energy blasts lit the air in wild colors as the Saiyans engaged Buu from every angle. Fists pounded into pink flesh, ki tore into the sky, but despite their might, the monster barely flinched.

Raditz landed a heavy blow to Buu's back, only to be whipped aside by a rubbery arm that bent in an impossible angle. Nappa and King Vegeta teamed up to hammer Buu with synchronized attacks, drawing on techniques honed during their time training Earth's new forces.

But Buu was simply too strong.

One by one, the Saiyans were knocked down, caught in his steam blasts, turned to candy, or battered unconscious. The battlefield became a ruin of broken bodies and crackling energy. Still, the Saiyans fought on, driven by pride, duty, and their king.

Then something changed.

Evil Buu paused mid-fight, his head twitching. He clutched his stomach and groaned. From his body, steam began to hiss in a new pattern, not as a weapon but as a reaction.

A split.

Before the eyes of all present, Buu's body contorted and bulged—until it tore in two. The gentler, rounder Fat Buu dropped to his knees, confused and dazed. Beside him, a leaner, darker figure stood tall.

Evil Buu.

He turned his gaze across the battlefield and sneered. "So this is what I've been held back by."

Fat Buu stood, wobbling, arms out defensively. "No hurt friends."

The crowd barely had time to process the split before the two Buus charged each other. Evil Buu, lithe and vicious, moved like a shadow, while Fat Buu was slower but more durable.

Their clash tore the sky. Beams ripped through clouds. Shockwaves shattered windows in cities miles away.

From the rubble, Goku, now joined by Goten and Trunks, watched with grim expressions. Cross, still recovering in her support chamber, monitored the unfolding chaos.

Krillin distributed the last of the Senzu Beans to keep the Earth warriors conscious and mobile.

"It doesn't matter who's winning," Goku muttered. "If Evil Buu absorbs Fat Buu... it's over."

King Vegeta, bloodied but standing, nodded. "Then we better make sure that doesn't happen."

As the two Buus continued their destructive battle, the remaining warriors began regrouping. The final phase of the war for Earth had begun.

The battlefield was in ruins.

The sky churned with black clouds and crackling lightning as Evil Buu stood triumphant, his lips curled in a sneer, a pink energy whip snaking from his fingertips. Fat Buu lay barely conscious, his bulbous form scarred and cracked. Mr. Satan, recently restored by Fat Buu's selfless magic, held his friend in trembling arms.

Evil Buu raised a single hand.

"Playtime is over. It's time to become perfect again."

A sphere of pink energy began to gather in his palm—one designed not just to turn Fat Buu into candy, but to consume him. The surviving fighters, battered and broken, could only watch in horror.

Then, a golden streak pierced the clouds.

Cross landed like a thunderbolt.

She had returned.

Her armor shimmered with divine ki as she slid between Evil Buu and his prey.

Evil Buu snarled. "You again?"

Cross didn't answer. "Me always," she smiles, "Earth's Defenders..."

The Z fighters cheered out, "...Never Surrender!"

As she slid into fighting form, Shin tossed something small and metallic into the air. A Potara earring.

"You want to win?" he said, voice tight with restrained fury. "This might help. But think wisely it's a one way road."

She put one on her left ear, then scanned the field, tossing the other to...

Videl.

The girl caught it on instinct, her body still bruised and bandaged, her eyes flashing deep violet with leftover Ultra Ego energy. She looked up in confusion.

"Why me?"

"Because you have the heart of a destroyer," Cross replied. "And I have the vessel to hold it."

Videl paused—only a moment. Then, with trembling fingers, she clipped the earring to her right ear.

The universe stilled.

A blinding vortex of light exploded outward as their bodies were drawn together, golden and violet energy twisting into a singular storm. Lightning crackled across dimensions. The earth shook.

And from the light—

Crossidel emerged.

She was towering, radiant, graceful, terrifying. Her body shimmered with red and violet fur, sleek like a feline goddess, adorned in golden armor. Her eyes were piercing amethyst, glowing with divine insight and primal fury.

Evil Buu took an instinctive step back.

"Who are you?" he growled.

Crossidel extended one clawed finger.

"We are judgment."

Then she vanished.

She was in front of him.

A single kick to the stomach sent Buu hurtling through several mountain ranges. She appeared again above him, pulling blades of bone from her elbows sheathed in destroyer Ki. They slashed in tandem, carving glowing purple gashes into his flesh.

Buu roared, recovering midair, launching a barrage of energy blasts. Crossidel went intangible as they passed right through her. Her aura pulsed, shaking the heavens.

"Kami Hime," she intoned. Energy building in her hand, black and violet.

"Hakai," she whispered.

From her hand erupted a lance of pure annihilation, laced with God Ki, Destruction Ki, and all the focused wrath of a warrior who had lost too much. The lance struck Evil Buu before he could scream.

There was no explosion.

Only erasure.

The sky cleared.

The battlefield stilled.

Buu was gone.

Completely, utterly, finally gone.

Crossidel collapsed to one knee, breath short but breathing.

The war was over.

And the world, for now, was saved.