Vegito floated high above the ground, the once arrogant and quite boastful warrior at a loss for words. He looked down at his body... or at least as much as his creaking, engorged neck muscles could allow. Turns out it wasn't much, but what little he could move his head let him see more than enough.

The saiyan's pecs were really the only part of him that he could make out, but even from such a limited vantage he could tell they were enormous. His meaty, bloated chest muscles curved and bulged, rising and falling before him with each heaving, heavy breath he drew. This sight confirmed what Vegito had already feared, what he had felt all too painfully as the process had transformed his body: He was absolutely gigantic.

The second thing to cement the unbelievable madness that had just happened as fact wasn't what Vegito could see, but what he couldn't. Majin Buu.

The saiyan grunted, still in shock as he drew another thick breath, shuddering at how tight his overfilled shirt felt stretching across his bloated pectorals. He tried to say something to break the horrible silence, something that would reassure himself against whatever the hell this was. What he managed to say did very little for the latter, but at least it was something, "What the..."

Vegito trailed off mid-sentence. His voice sounded deeper now, huskier, almost booming. Just how big WAS he? That wasn't the only thing that gave him pause, no matter how much the saiyan wished that were the case. No, there was something even worse that he could hear beyond his distorted voice, a wickedly taunting laughter growing louder with every passing second. It was familiar.

It was inside him.

"Buu..."

"Mwuhahaha! I have you now! I'm inside!" Buu roared with glee, causing Vegito's stomach to churn both from his movements and from dread, "Ohh yes! Ahahah! Oh YES! How simple an idea, taking you from within!"

The potara warrior huffed, sweat trickling down his brow as he not only heard his enemy, but felt him inside his body. Vegito had to admit, this was a clever trick on Buu's part, but he felt so... violated. It was cheap. It was disgusting. It was wrong. Worst of all? If the saiyan didn't do something to stop this, it could actually prove dangerous.

The fusion gritted his teeth together, "What kind of sick joke are you pulling Majin Buu? You think you can defeat me with a filthy attack like this?"

"Oh it's no joke saiyan! If I can't destroy you from the outside, then I'll just hit you where you're squishy and vulnerable, heheheh..."

As if to emphasize this, Buu moved his liquefied body throughout the saiyan's insides, causing him to groan and cringe with disgust and pain. Every part of Vegito's once thin and powerful body had become bloated and engorged, forcing the hero's form past muscular and straight into freakishly titanic territory. If his muscles had been smaller maybe he might have looked statuesque, but there was an odd heavy look to his muscles, as though they were intentionally overfilled with air to make him look like a ridiculous parody of the typical idea of a strong, human body. Bulging pecs, hulking biceps and heavy arms, legs as thick as tree trunks and a belly lined with bloated abs, so massive they curved over his thick gut. He looked colossal, powerful, as though he could crush a boulder just between his thighs, and yet Vegito couldn't feel more helpless as he tried to move anything, even his arms, and didn't feel them budge. The hero winced as he felt Buu laugh again from within, squirming inside his body, showing him that not a single inch of the saiyan had been spared from the humiliating attack that had engorged him so.

"You're a monster, Buu... if you really think this will kill me..."

Before Vegito could finish, Buu only laughed louder, "You think you can stop me now you moron? Ha! Just try! Increase your power all you'd like! But I'm more a part of you then you realize Vegito... you make yourself stronger and I'll get stronger as well!"

As if to emphasize his point, Buu began to move within Vegito's back now, forcing the engorged muscles there to bounce and wobble forcefully along with his voice, the humongous saiyan grunting in discomfort at the feeling. As Buu continued to gloat and boast, Vegito began to turn his head to look back at the area Buu was flowing inside of, but found that he barely could due to the size of his neck muscles, "Oh yes! Just you wait! I have so many plans for you now that I'm in control... if you thought you were sick of me before saiyan, just you wait until I start tearing you apart from the inside! Ahahahaha!"

Vegito grunted again, turning to look down at his right hand now as he attempted to lift it. It felt heavy and sluggish, even for somebody of his strength, and as he continued to lift it the limb became harder and harder to move. Finally he found himself completely unable to control his arm, and worse yet, saw and felt his hand close into a fist on its own. His left arm rose up and did the same as well, not under his control, but under Buu's control.

Vegito frowned as Buu cackled at him.

"I told you, stupid ape! I'm in control now! And I can make you do whatever I want..." Buu sneered, causing the fusion's huge pecs to bounce along with his words as he moved his hand over the swollen chest, forcing the hero to rub it with his gloved hand, "I can't wait to see what I can do with one of the most powerful fighters in the universe under my thumb... The possibilities are absolutely delicious!"

Vegito's lips curled into a growl as he felt his own touch, Buu's touch, on his body. A shiver of disgust ran down his spine at how sensitive to it he felt now that the slime had bloated every inch of him, and a shiver of something else that worried the hero even more. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he used all the will and strength he could muster to force his arms back down, clenching them tightly into fists as he concentrated as hard as he could. He focused, channeling his ki, tapping into his energy and powering up just as Buu had told him not to.

And the saiyan hoped that the villain was bluffing and that he wasn't just playing into the pink bastard's hands now.

"No..." He growled, the energy inside his body beginning to spark to life and surge throughout his hulking form, his golden hair brightening even more and every swollen muscle tensing beneath his stretched clothes, "I won't let you win Buu, not a chance!"

The energy began to soar inside the saiyan now as he shouted and then roared as he focused all his might on increasing his power.

All Buu could do was wait to see if it worked.