Once in the courtyard, Buu called Bulma and Mai for some special training.
Behind him, Fasha followed with a satisfied smirk, already dressed in her combat gear.
Bulma and Mai were waiting in the courtyard, both wearing newly designed combat suits—light, flexible, reinforced with alien tech courtesy of Bulma's genius. Panchy sat comfortably on a cushioned seat nearby, hands resting gently on her belly, watching with a soft smile.
Fasha crossed her arms. "So? What's today's plan, boss?"
Buu grinned. "Today we unlock your true potential."
Bulma raised a brow. "What, like… more magic?"
"Not just magic," Buu said, tapping his chest. "I'm going to give each of you the DNA that carries what I copied from Saiyans and humans."
Mai blinked. "Wait… you can share that?"
Buu nodded. "Is it really that strange? I can do many things."
Bulma exhaled slowly, excitement written all over her face.
"So theoretically… we could reach Super Saiyan?"
"That's the goal," Buu said.
Fasha smirked, fiery and confident. "About time you powered us up."
Panchy shifted in her seat. "Just don't blow anything up too close, okay? I'd rather our baby stays calm."
Buu walked to the center of the courtyard and extended his hands.
Pink energy swirled around him—gentle, warm, not overwhelming. Three threads of light split off, drifting toward Bulma, Mai, and Fasha.
Bulma stiffened as the energy flowed into her. "Whoa—this is… so much."
Mai clenched her teeth, sweat forming instantly. "Feels like my whole body is rearranging itself…"
Fasha cracked her neck, her aura surging. "Hah! Now this I like."
When the glow faded, all three women stood straighter, power simmering under their skin.
Buu clapped once. "Good. Now comes the hard part."
The ground shook as he powered up to his full training level—strong, but not enough to endanger them.
"Let's see if you can push yourselves to the edge. Super Saiyan isn't just about strength. It's about breaking past limits."
Fasha charged first, a fierce grin on her lips. "Let's dance!"
Bulma and Mai followed, forming a coordinated attack. Bulma used gadgets blended with her new Saiyan instincts, Mai moved with assassin-like precision, and Fasha fought with raw, wild Saiyan ferocity.
Buu blocked their strikes easily at first, but as the minutes passed, they grew faster, stronger, more determined.
Bulma snarled in frustration—something rare for her. "Come on! I can feel it—just out of reach!"
Mai's aura crackled faintly, sparks of gold flickering for an instant before dying out. She gasped. "I saw it—I saw the flash!"
Fasha roared, pushing her ki upward, the air vibrating. For a moment her hair lifted, shimmering—
—but the transformation slipped away. She fell to one knee, panting. "Damn it…"
Buu crouched beside her, smiling. "That was close. All of you are close."
Bulma wiped sweat from her forehead. "Then… we keep going?"
"As long as it takes," Buu said. "I want all three of you to reach it. You're my lovers. You'll surpass every Saiyan who ever lived."
Panchy laughed softly from the sidelines.
"And here I thought pregnancy was supposed to be the exciting part of my life."
Buu turned to her and winked. "Wait until the baby is born."
Fasha stood up again, fire in her eyes. "Round two?"
Bulma nodded. "Let's push until something breaks."
Mai tightened her gloves. "Preferably not our bones."
Buu spread his arms. "Then come at me again. Show me the power you want to awaken."
And the training resumed—intense, loud, and full of potential, as three future Super Saiyans fought with everything they had.