Dragon Ball Human

Tomatt felt that something was off about Yamoshi ever since she woke up. 

Her appearance was the same, but her demeanor seemed subtly different. 

"Yamoshi, are you really okay?" 

He couldn't help but worry. He had seen too many once-familiar people gradually change, turning as cruel and violent as the S-Warriors. 

Though female, Yamoshi was no less formidable than any Saiyan warrior from Planet Sadala. 

When she reappeared after a long absence and joined the Resistance, she immediately became a core member of their team. 

If even she were to undergo a drastic shift in nature and side with the S-Warriors… it would be a devastating blow to the Resistance. 

Because if that happened—what was even the point of their struggle? If someone as kind and peaceful as Yamoshi could fall, did that mean the S-Warriors' brutality was truly the inevitable fate of their race? The thought was demoralizing. 

Thankfully, Yamoshi's response eased his concerns. 

Yamiru, currently in control of Yamoshi's body, replied as gently as he could: "Don't worry, I'm fine." 

"Glad to hear it!" Tomatt grinned. 

"You're being way too nice to him!" Yamoshi's voice chimed in Yamiru's mind, sounding almost amused. "He's an idiot—I don't talk to him like that." 

"You're awfully carefree about this. I am possessing your body, you know," Yamiru thought back. 

"Let's keep patrolling!" Tomatt called out, darting across the barren terrain. "Gotta make sure no Imperial scouts are near the base… Yamoshi, that enemy-detection trick you learned is so handy…" 

Nodding, Yamiru followed. 

In his mind, Yamoshi said, "What can we do? You said this was arranged by Annin's master, right? Even you can't leave my body on your own, can you?" 

Yamiru: "I only asked her if she could create an illusion or something to let me experience higher levels of power firsthand. I never expected her to just… transfer my consciousness into your body." 

"You mean that weird transformation of yours? Your fighting style is bizarre," Yamoshi mused. "But you might be disappointed. Namek told me I'm probably not even as strong as Annin! Maybe her master should've put you in Annin's body instead…" 

"No. If I had to choose between you and Annin, I'd pick you every time," Yamiru replied thoughtfully. "The fact that Sherie made the same choice means she understands your race well. Then again, she is an angel…" 

"Our race? Angel?" Yamoshi sounded utterly lost. "I don't get it!" 

Yamiru sighed softly. "What I mean is, your body holds potential far beyond what Earthlings like me or Annin could ever achieve." 

"Really?" Yamoshi sounded skeptical. 

"With proper disciplined training, that potential can be fully unlocked," Yamiru said. 

He was still adjusting to Yamoshi's monstrously powerful body—the raw, untamed energy surging within her, wild and vibrant like an unbroken beast. The difference between this and his original body was staggering! No wonder Goku was so strong, Yamiru thought enviously. This is like comparing a premium gold-plated communicator to a budget knockoff! 

It felt like a top-tier player suddenly handed an all-access super account. As Earth's foremost martial artist, Yamiru was itching to test this body's limits. Just how far could Yamoshi's potential be pushed? 

Yamoshi was baffled. "Training? What's training?" 

Yamiru almost laughed. He'd expected extraterrestrial warriors to rely on natural growth, but this was something else. In harsher, survival-of-the-fittest environments like hers, species like the Saiyans never had the luxury of developing structured training methods. The strong survived; the weak perished. That was all. 

Earthlings, with their relatively peaceful world and lower innate ceilings, had no choice but to refine their skills through disciplined practice. 

To Yamoshi's question, Yamiru could only say: "You'll find out what training is soon enough." 

"Alright!" Yamoshi, ever easygoing, didn't press further. "As long as you don't use my body for anything bad, I don't mind!" 

Her guileless trust reminded Yamiru of Goku. 

Smiling, he asked mentally, "Tell me more about your situation here…" 

Yamoshi's voice grew somber as she explained. 

Planet Sadala had fallen under the tyrannical rule of the invincible S-Warrior Empire. 

Once-peaceful regions had been reshaped by the rise of these overwhelmingly powerful warriors. 

Alien races were enslaved. 

Any who resisted—even fellow Saiyans—were executed without mercy. 

"We thought this was wrong… but the more the Empire expands, the stronger it grows. The more our people embrace the S-Warriors' cruelty… the easier it becomes for them to awaken as S-Warriors themselves, gaining that terrifying power…" 

Her voice trailed off, heavy with despair. 

"When I returned to Sadala, there were barely any resistance fighters left..." Yamoshi said quietly. "Most weren't killed by the S-Warriors—they simply abandoned their beliefs. They came to see our dreams of peace as nothing more than foolish defiance against an unstoppable tide..." 

"When the friends we once knew looked at us with pity and said, 'Wake up. This is who we really are', it was... hard not to waver." Her voice was calm, but the weight of those memories lingered. "Maybe our resistance is futile. But I will never accept their claim that cruelty is the true nature of our people." 

Yamiru listened silently. 

"You Earthlings wouldn't agree that you're monsters like those demons, would you?" Yamoshi chuckled softly. "Even if we're the last ones left who think this way—our mere existence is a denial of the Empire!" 

Yamiru thought inwardly: So what the Resistance is doing now isn't about overthrowing the S-Warriors' rule—it's just surviving. Enduring. Refusing to vanish. 

"Yeah," Yamoshi sighed. "After learning to sense energy on Earth, I realized just how absurdly powerful the S-Warriors are when I came back. Yamiru, you've noticed it too, right?" 

Of course. Yamiru suppressed a wry smile. Hundreds of Super Saiyan-level fighters aren't exactly easy to ignore. 

"We should head back, Yamoshi." 

Having scouted the area without encountering Imperial pursuers, Tomatt was visibly relieved. At least they could rest easy tonight. 

Yamiru followed, his mind racing. 

"Does your base have any scientists?" he asked mentally. 

"No. The ship I brought back was the last one we have," Yamoshi admitted. "Just evading the Empire's hunt is hard enough..." 

Yamiru frowned. So building a gravity chamber is out of the question. 

But the limitation sparked an old idea. Back in the day, he'd envied the infamous "gravity training" of Dragon Ball lore—but as an Earthling, his body simply couldn't handle such brutal methods. His physique would've broken down long before any gains. 

"We're here!" Tomatt leaped into a valley, landing near a hidden cave carved into the mountainside—the Resistance's current hideout. 

As Yamiru touched down, he recalled the principles behind his flight technique— 

If the ki used to counteract gravity were instead reversed... 

"Self-Weight Technique!" 

The energy within Yamoshi's body—no, Yamiru's control—suddenly inverted. Instead of repelling gravity outward, it amplified it, layering crushing pressure across every cell, inside and out. 

And because this multiplied weight came from her own energy, the toll on stamina and ki was immense. 

Within seconds, Yamiru felt exhaustion clawing at him. 

CRACK! The ground shattered under his first step toward the cave. 

Tomatt whirled around, alarmed. "Yamoshi?! What's wrong?" Was there an enemy? 

Yamiru steadied Yamoshi's trembling body, forcing calm as he stepped over the fractured earth. 

"Nothing. Just tired—lost control for a second." 

If Namek or Annin were here, they'd have sensed it instantly—Yamoshi's energy was plummeting, her body and spirit straining as if trapped in an environment far harsher than reality... 

"This hurts! What are you doing?!" Yamoshi's voice shrieked in his mind. 

Even without control, the body was still hers, and she could faintly feel its agony. 

"You wanted to know what training is? This is step one." Beads of sweat formed on Yamiru's brow as he exhaled, awed and envious. This is insane. Even in pain, her body is practically thrilled—like it's begging for more. No matter how brutal the training, it just takes it. As if it's starving for greater heights... Is this what it means to be a Saiyan?!