The air trembled as Bell stood before Buuhan, the two radiating auras so overwhelming that the Earth itself groaned under their weight. The horizon burned with the clash of their energies, the very fabric of reality strained by their presence.
Buuhan smirked arrogantly, his pink form pulsating with stolen power. "You think you're a match for me? I hold the power of Gohan, Piccolo, and the strongest warriors your pathetic world could offer."
Bell didn't respond immediately. His mismatched eyes—one silvery-blue, the other a searing violet—narrowed as he shifted his weight, preparing to strike. His mind was already calculating, every movement a deliberate step toward victory.
With a flicker of motion too fast for ordinary sight, Bell lunged. His fist crashed into Buuhan's midsection, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Before the pink menace could recover, Bell followed up with a spinning kick that connected with Buuhan's temple, launching him across the battlefield like a missile.
Buuhan recovered midair, laughing. "That's it?!" He raised his hand, firing a barrage of energy blasts.
Bell weaved through the blasts with Ultra Instinct, his body moving effortlessly, instinctively. Closing the gap, he unleashed a flurry of strikes—rapid punches to Buuhan's torso, elbows to his head, and powerful kicks that made the ground quake with each impact.
Buuhan reeled but countered with Gohan's precision and Piccolo's strategy. Extending his arm like a whip, he grabbed Bell by the leg and hurled him into the ground. Buuhan immediately teleported above him, firing a point-blank energy wave.
Bell caught the wave with both hands, his muscles straining briefly before he twisted his body, redirecting the blast into the sky. He surged upward, meeting Buuhan midair with a devastating knee strike to the chest. The clash of their powers created a massive shockwave, splitting clouds and scattering debris for miles.
Buuhan began to adapt, utilizing the full range of abilities from those he absorbed. He unleashed Gotenks' wild creativity and Piccolo's tactical genius, overwhelming Bell momentarily with clone feints and energy rings that bound his limbs.
"You're slipping," Buuhan taunted, driving a kick into Bell's side that sent him skidding across the battlefield.
Bell staggered to his feet, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. A faint smile crossed his lips as he remembered something—a time when he'd faced similar odds, back in the World of Danmachi.
The memory struck him like lightning. Hades, the God of the Underworld, had loomed before him, an insurmountable foe. But Bell had risen, defeated him, and claimed his domains—Death, Love, and his own, Heroism and Worship. Those moments had forged him into something greater than mortal.
In the present, Bell's aura began to shift. The violet of his Destroyer Ki and the silvery sheen of Ultra Instinct intertwined, creating a radiant golden light that enveloped his body. He began to glow brighter, his form growing taller, hair lengthening to his lower back and shimmering with silvery-white brilliance.
His mismatched eyes now radiated an otherworldly energy, their intensity freezing Buuhan in place for a moment. Bell's voice echoed with authority, his transformation complete.
"I am Bell Cranel, God of Heroism, Death, and Eternal Light."
Buuhan stumbled back, his smirk faltering for the first time.
Bell disappeared and reappeared in front of Buuhan in less than a blink, his fist slamming into Buuhan's face with the force of a mountain. Bell followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each blow radiating divine energy that seared Buuhan's flesh and disrupted his regenerative capabilities.
Buuhan roared in pain and fury, unleashing a massive energy explosion to push Bell back. But Bell raised a hand, creating a barrier of golden light that absorbed the attack effortlessly.
"You don't understand, do you?" Bell said calmly. "This power isn't just mine—it's the culmination of every life I've protected, every soul that believes in me."
Bell formed a Ki Blade infused with his divine essence, slashing through Buuhan's energy waves and forcing him into a defensive stance. Bell's strikes were precise and relentless, each swing of the blade destabilizing Buuhan's stolen power.
Realizing the need to free the absorbed warriors, Bell transitioned to a more focused strategy. Channeling his divine energy, he activated Forced Spirit Fission, a technique he had mastered long ago.
His hands glowed with radiant light as he struck Buuhan, each impact ripping fragments of energy away.
Buuhan screamed in rage. "No! They're mine!"
Bell intensified his attacks, weaving the Fission strikes with rapid blows and slashes of his Ki Blade. Gohan's energy was the first to break free, followed by Piccolo's. With each release, Buuhan's form destabilized, his body steaming and bubbling chaotically.
Finally, with a final, decisive strike, Bell separated all the absorbed beings from Buuhan's core. Fat Buu tumbled out, leaving the once-mighty Buuhan to collapse and reform into Super Buu.
Super Buu snarled, his power surging in desperation. But his body began to shrink and warp uncontrollably. The separation had destabilized him beyond repair.
Bell landed gracefully, watching with calm intensity as the transformation completed. A smaller, more compact figure emerged from the remnants of Super Buu—Kid Buu, a pure incarnation of chaos and destruction.
Bell turned to Goku, who had arrived on the battlefield with the recovered Z-Fighters. "It's time to finish this."
Goku nodded, stepping forward as Bell's divine aura flickered momentarily. The two warriors exchanged a knowing look, ready to face the ultimate embodiment of destruction together.
The battlefield was in chaos, a smokescreen obscuring the view as Super Buu's bubbling, melting form let out unearthly screams. The Z-Fighters and the Supreme Kai stood tense, awaiting what would emerge. As the smoke began to thin, Supreme Kai's eyes widened in terror.
"No… it can't be," Shin whispered, his voice trembling as his knees buckled. His mind was flooded with memories—centuries-old nightmares of a monster that had annihilated his fellow Kais. "Kid Buu… he's here."
Bell turned his mismatched eyes toward the Supreme Kai. "Shin, focus. What's coming?"
Before Shin could answer, a high-pitched scream erupted from within the smoke, piercing the heavens. The smog cleared, revealing Kid Buu, a small but nightmarishly powerful figure, his pink body radiating chaotic energy. His childlike face twisted into a sadistic grin as he scanned the area.
Without warning, Kid Buu raised his hand, unleashing a volley of Ki blasts in every direction. Each one was charged with destructive energy, annihilating everything in their path.
The Supreme Kai tried to react, but his panic slowed him down. In an instant, the blasts tore through most of the Z-Fighters. Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and even Android 18 were obliterated in the attack. Their screams were drowned out by the explosions.
Bell, Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, and Shin barely evaded the blasts. Vegeta cursed under his breath, clutching his side where a near-hit had grazed him. "That little monster..."
Kid Buu grinned maniacally, his body glowing with unrestrained energy. He raised both hands, preparing to destroy the planet in one fell swoop.
"Everyone, grab on!" Shin yelled, snapping out of his terror. Using his Kai Kai technique, he teleported the survivors to the Sacred World of the Kais just as the Earth exploded in a cataclysmic blast behind them.
The group reappeared in the serene Sacred Kai Realm, the peaceful surroundings a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped. Shin collapsed to his knees, trembling and clutching his chest.
Bell put a hand on the Kai's shoulder. "We'll stop him, Shin. Breathe. Focus."
Shin nodded weakly, his eyes still haunted.
Turning to Bell, the Supreme Kai gestured toward a nearby plateau where a massive, ancient sword rested embedded in stone. "The Z-Sword, an artifact of immense power. If you can wield it, it might grant you the strength to defeat Buu."
Bell stepped forward. "If it gives me more strength, then I'll do it."
Bell gripped the hilt of the Z-Sword, his muscles tensing as he pulled. The blade resisted for a moment, but with a surge of strength, he yanked it free effortlessly.
The Supreme Kai stared, wide-eyed. "That… that was supposed to be a challenge!"
Bell smirked but remained focused. Shin handed him a block of Katchin Steel, the hardest metal in the universe. "Test it against this."
Bell swung the Z-Sword with precision, but as soon as it struck the Katchin Steel, the blade shattered into countless shards. Shin gasped in shock. "The sword… broken?! How is this possible?"
Before anyone could react further, an elderly figure emerged from the broken blade in a burst of light. It was the Old Supreme Kai, his expression a mix of irritation and amusement.
"Who dares disturb my slumber?" he barked.
Bell stepped forward, unfazed. "I'm Bell Cranel. Nice to meet you, old-timer."
The Old Kai grumbled but seemed intrigued by Bell's calm demeanor. After hearing their plight, the Old Kai offered a deal. "I can unlock your potential, boy. But it will take time."
Bell nodded. "Do it. Not just for me, but for all of us. We'll need every advantage."
The ritual began. The Old Kai hovered around Bell, muttering incantations as golden light enveloped him. Bell's power surged exponentially. From a base power level of 240,000,000, the boost to his mystic form brought his strength to an unprecedented 1,680,000,000,000.
The process was repeated for Goku (1,500,000,000), Vegeta (1,400,000,000), and Gohan (750,000,000). Each of them felt their power skyrocket, their bodies trembling under the newfound strength.
After days of grueling work, the Old Kai was exhausted. He slumped into a chair, panting, his face pale. Bell, noticing his state, decided to repay the old god's efforts.
"Elder Kai," Bell said, "let me make you something special."
Using guidance from the Kai, Bell brewed a pot of divine tea, its aroma soothing and rejuvenating. He poured a cup for the Old Kai, who sipped it cautiously.
The elder's eyes widened. "This… this is magnificent! I feel decades younger!"
Bell chuckled. "Think of it as my thanks for helping us out."
The Z-Fighters shared a rare moment of peace, their newfound strength filling them with hope.
As they trained and recovered, the calm was broken by a sudden ripple in the air. Shin gasped. "It's him… Kid Buu! He's on his way here!"
Bell stood, his aura flaring as he prepared for battle. "Let him come," he said, his voice steady. "This time, we end it."
The group braced themselves as the battle to decide the fate of the universe loomed ever closer.