One month of intense training later, the sunrise over Capsule Corp felt different.
Calmer on the surface, but beneath that calm simmered a pressure so dense the air itself vibrated. Every morning for the last thirty days had begun like this — shattered tiles, scorched grounds, and a courtyard that had been rebuilt more times than Bulma wanted to admit.
And at the center of it all stood Buu.
Arms folded, expression sharp.
He watched as Bulma, Mai, and Fasha walked onto the training field.
Fasha moved with a predator's confidence.
Mai with smooth, precise discipline.
Bulma with a mix of frustration and determination that made her eyes sharper each day.
Up on the balcony, Panchy rubbed her stomach gently. One month had changed all of them.
Buu didn't waste time.
"Today," he said, "one of you becomes a Super Saiyan."
Bulma blinked. "You say that every morning."
Mai sighed. "And every night we end up destroyed."
Fasha cracked her knuckles. "Then today we don't."
Buu nodded. "Start."
And the courtyard exploded.
Fasha launched upward first, trails of red and gold crackling behind her. Mai followed, forming twin violet blades that left streaks in the air. Bulma held back only a second, charging her ki into dense, controlled spirals before firing them upward.
Buu didn't even move.
The blasts hit him, split around him, or were redirected with nothing but a flick of his fingers.
"Again," he said.
They attacked again.
"Harder."
More power. More desperation.
After five minutes, Buu vanished and reappeared between them. They attacked together — Fasha punching, Mai slashing, Bulma firing a condensed ki disk.
Buu blocked everything effortlessly.
A single pulse of his aura sent all three flying back.
"You're still holding back," he said calmly. "All three of you."
Bulma snarled. "We're not machines, you know!"
Mai wiped blood from her lip. "Speak for yourself."
Fasha was already back on her feet, panting heavily yet grinning. "Come on. Push it again."
Buu did.
This time he didn't warn them. His aura dropped like a meteor, compressing the air so violently the ground cracked in spiderweb patterns. Bulma dropped to one knee instantly; Mai only held for a second more.
Only Fasha stayed standing.
Her legs trembled. Sweat dripped off her chin. But she stayed up.
Buu lowered himself, eyes inches from hers. "Why are you pushing harder than them?"
Fasha clenched her teeth, voice shaking with raw fury. "Because I want to push my limits."
Her aura flickered — sparks, red at first, then tinged with something brighter.
Bulma felt the shift before she understood it.
Mai sensed it like a storm rolling over the horizon.
Fasha didn't notice any of it. She only felt one thing,
Pride.
Buu didn't back away. "Then show me."
Fasha screamed.
It wasn't a normal scream.
It was primal — a roar that ripped through the courtyard, shaking the windows of Capsule Corp.
Her ki erupted. Red exploded into gold. Light burst around her until the entire courtyard was glowing.
Bulma shielded her eyes. "No way…"
Mai stepped back, stunned. "She's actually—"
The ground beneath Fasha shattered as her aura surged, brighter and brighter, until—
BOOM*
A ring of pure energy tore outward, sending Bulma and Mai tumbling.
When the dust settled, Fasha stood in the middle of a crater.
Golden hair.
Emerald eyes. (Author here: or turquoise? Tell me, both are technically correct I think?)
Aura blazing like a newborn star.
A Super Saiyan.
The first among them.
Fasha stared at her own hands, breathing like she'd just burst out of chains. "I… actually did it…"
Bulma threw her head back with a groan. "OH COME ON! She beat me to it?!"
Mai smirked despite herself. "Honestly? I'm impressed."
Buu stepped forward, placing a hand on Fasha's shoulder. She didn't flinch. She didn't waver.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
Fasha inhaled slowly, golden energy crackling around her.
"Hungry," she said. "Stronger… and ready for the next step."
Bulma crossed her arms. "Oh great. She's going to be even more insufferable."
Mai nodded. "She already is."
Buu looked over all three of them with a satisfied expression — one golden warrior, one fierce genius, one silent strategist.
"This is only the beginning," he said.
Up on the balcony, Panchy smiled softly, one hand over her belly.
"He's building something terrifying…" she whispered.
But she wasn't afraid.
She was proud.