Whoosh!
A pink lump of flesh flew over and splattered onto Majin Buu.
Then it merged with his body, becoming a part of him.
"D-did it work?" Piccolo's eyes lit up.
No one had expected Majin Buu to subdue someone as vicious as Jass so easily.
But no matter how they looked at it, this was wonderful news.
Majin Buu looked himself up and down, too, wondering why his body hadn't changed at all after absorbing such a powerful opponent.
That made no sense.
But suddenly, a boom rang out.
Majin Buu burst apart like a giant watermelon, spraying minced flesh everywhere and making everyone's pupils constrict.
Jass appeared again.
He stood at the center of the explosion, spitting repeatedly and wiping his body in disgust.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! Disgusting! You fat pig, you thought you could absorb me?"
"An interesting ability, though."
"But look at you now. You asked for it, and now you're blown to bits."
Piccolo: "..."
Sure enough, he had celebrated too soon.
This guy was far too powerful. As long as he resisted, Majin Buu couldn't absorb him and merge him into his body.
What were they supposed to do?
When would Goku, Vegeta, and Broly get here?
Things were getting worse and worse.
But a flash of inspiration struck Piccolo, and he instantly came up with a new strategy.
He wrapped his voice in ki and spoke telepathically to his companions. "Everyone, close your eyes. I'm going to use Solar Flare to disrupt his vision, then seize the chance to restrain him."
"Seven-Three, listen carefully. Once I have him restrained, copy his power..."
It sounded like a workable plan.
Standing far off in the sky, Seven-Three gave a slight nod to show that he understood.
Trunks frowned, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Piccolo