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Death was surely in the air as the breath of life slipped away from young Trowa Barton who had now fallen to his untimely fate at the hands of this insane pink clown. Practically everyone that was there had sank down, whether it be to their knees or to one knee or just down in fury, everyone felt how horrible it was.
Piccolo, Vegeta, Heero and Wufei remained standing, but none of them looked very happy at all. The Namek clutched his fist tightly and used his other hand to throw off the cloth from his head, and the cape from his body thereafter, each one making a loud thump on the ground as it fell. "You'll never get away with what you've just done."
Vegeta clutched both of his fists as he straightened up, a large bit of ki circling him like the hands of a clock. "Majin Buu! You've acted like a moron long enough. I'm going to get rid of you without any more interruption." Wufei walked up next to the two now, flaring up his own ki.
"Even if I don't win, as my enemy, I'll make sure you never fight again." The boy named Heero then walked over to the front of them, turning around to face Buu, both of his arms hung down at his sides. "Zechs had no future, and now Trowa has none either. Who are you? Show me."
The power coming from Heero linked in with that of the ones standing with him, and Buu just glanced at all of it like a bored toddler. Goten and Trunks stood with Quatre and Duo at the other end of the field. The two pilots were very distraught, each in their own way, while the two young Saiyans were slightly less anxious, having seen things like this in the past, but awaiting the outcome to follow, wondering what Gohan and Gokou could be doing right now.
"Where's father and Gohan?", asked Goten finally as he took a second to look up at the skies. Trunks looked up as well. "When we followed Buu back down here, they were still behind us. What would they be doing?" The two then turned their heads to Quatre and Duo who looked as though they were quietly feeling intense amounts of pain, looking ahead at the others that were facing Buu.
Quatre gripped his left shoulder with his right palm as if he'd been struck or feeling pain through his veins. "Trowa...Trowa's died...he's gone." Duo finally sunk down into a sitting position and rested his forehead in a balled fist. "I would'nt be surprise if we were out here fighting the Devil himself."
Back where Buu and the others were standing, Piccolo quickly said "Now!", and the four of the standing fighters darted over to Buu like human homing explosives. Heero seemed more anxious than any of them, his eyes filled with emotion, but the expression upon his mouth not changing as he took swing after swing, almost as if he'd planted each move with swift care.
Wufei and Piccolo continued to alternate sides after they had gotten close enough, firing many orbs of different sizes that splattered upon Buu like a bunch of water balloons, Buu blinking very rapidly, his mouth open as if he'd been very distracted or mesmerized.
Vegeta slid behind them all and stared forward with a determined look, no smile being found. He slowly raised both of his hands and connected the base of his palms in a line in front of him, slowly drawing in energy from within. "Come on now..."
Suddenly, as all the movement continued, the hue of the area got considerably brighter like a tremendous light was upon all of them. Everything was just drowned in this brightness, although Heero and the other two just went on tearing at Buu.
Vegeta slowly took a look up to the sky and saw just where all of it was coming from. A gigantic and brilliant ball was in the sky, one of which Vegeta had recognized from somewhere; ....it was Gokou's technique...the Spirit Bomb.
But this Spirit Bomb was like nothing even close to the ones Vegeta had seen; it was absolutely colossal, like something a god would use to punish a planet. Then the voice came...the voice of that man, Son Gokou. In all of their minds, he had spoken with a steady and rapid edge. "Everyone, the Spirit Bomb is ready to go! I've used all I've got to make sure that it meets its rightful target and only that; stay careful!"
Piccolo opened up one final combo on Majin Buu and called to the other two by his side. "Let's move it!" He finished the combination with a knee right between Buu's eyes, and the three aggressors backflipped away from the demon, standing over near Vegeta, breathing in.
The other four on the other side of the field look up in awe as the incredible ball of light slowly floated down directly at the bewildered twisted demon. The large thing finally got low enough to connect with Buu's chest, but it did not stop there. Buu tried to push it away, but it pushed back, forcing Buu lower and lower into the ground below.
This was not just the Earth's attempt to eliminate Buu, but it felt like that of several other planets, all pushed upon this single terror that had caused so much damage. The damage was sure to stop now; this would be the ultimate assurance of that.
Buu started to cry out in anger and frustration as the ball started to suffocate him with immense strength. Now that the little devil had nothing more to offer the beam, he fell back just far enough, and the ball just completely dumped its complete load onto the unsuspecting victim.
The explosion was like nothing ever seen before. There was so much going on that every trace of the fiend was sure to be torn up, as well as anything that would even suggest he'd have a way out. As the fighters crouched down with their faces covered, they could feel each of their spirits being lifted in the breeze as the long explosion finally concluded, leaving a hole where Buu had been that practically had no end at all.
Vegeta was the first to stand up, not moving any after he had stood, just staring into nothingness as he whispered "Buu's force has completely disappeared." Wufei was next to stand, leaning his head back, looking up at the now clear sky. "I sense no more wicked disruption in our way." Heero did not get up, but remained in his crouched position, removing the elastic jacket of his armor, dumping it on the ground before him. "Will there ever be a meaning?"
Now two welcoming figures appeared in the sky...those of which it seemed as if it had been an eternity since they'd last seen them. The Altron Gundam, slightly battered...and the Wing Zero. Wufei could be heard yet again as he lowered his head with a refreshed smile. "Now there's someone that deserves to pilot Nataku."
Both of the Gundams touched down slowly just in front of all of them, and the shafts to each of them opened almost in almost perfect unison. Son Gohan stepped out of the Altron, a look on his face as if no evil had ever been here. Following him, out of Zero, came Son Gokou. The man's eyes were closed as he stepped out, and opened a few seconds later very slowly, looking first to the group of Goten, Trunks, Quatre and Duo who were now laying on the ground in a circle with their hands behind their heads like overjoyed children. One man had done all of this, but the power of all of them was displayed on this great day. Several names became names of the past, one in particular being Epyon, which had totally been beaten at its own game by those that had taken the task of controlling mechanical warriors of salvation. Evil had been exterminated by the unlikely numbers of the good, the Z Fighters and the Gundam Pilots.