Dragon Ball Human

 "Yamoshi!" 

Two righteous auras descended rapidly beside him. Someone slapped his numb, ice-cold body. 

"Get her back for treatment—now!" 

"I'll divert the Imperial troops..." 

In Yamiru's blurred vision, the scenery whipped past as he was carried on someone's back. They couldn't fly at full speed—risk of detection by the Saiyan Empire's forces. 

Dazed, he felt them plunge toward a grassland. The rebel carrying him identified a hidden entry point and dove into a weed-covered passage only accessible by flight. 

A pitch-black tunnel snaked underground, branching at sharp angles every few meters—a labyrinthine maze like an ant colony. Without energy sensing, navigating it would be impossible. 

A faint smile touched Yamiru's lips. 'Yamoshi's taught her comrades well.' 

If they'd all learned to sense ki... 

His thoughts drowned in encroaching darkness. 

Suddenly, light flooded his vision. They emerged from the tunnel into a cavernous underground base resembling a parking garage. 

No explanations were needed. Three rebel comrades stood ready. 

"Hurry!" 

"The recovery pods we stole last time still work!" 

Though the Empire's warriors were formidable—and the S-Warriors outright terrifying—not every citizen was a fighter. Most under the Empire's rule were average Saiyans or stranded aliens. Rebels like Yamoshi's group were scattered guerrillas. 

Guerrilla tactics yielded guerrilla spoils. Medical pods were their most precious loot—each paid for in blood. 

"Enough energy and fluid left..." 

Unlike Imperial gear, the rebels had sensed their approach via ki. They'd also detected Yamoshi's fading life force. 

The pod was prepped, its lid open. "Yamoshi" was swiftly placed inside. 

Yamiru watched as the specialized fluid rose, submerging his neck, chin, mouth, nose, and finally eyes... 

'Don't die, Yamoshi.' 

With that thought, he finally relaxed into sleep. 

Deep in the brain of this body, Yamoshi's consciousness was a flickering ember. Most of her soul had already drifted toward the underworld—only Yamiru's sudden presence had tetherd it briefly to life. 

But now, bathed in healing fluid, Yamoshi's body warmed. Wounds knit shut under the restorative glow... 

--- 

Saiyan resilience wasn't just legend. 

Goku had survived King Piccolo's beating with one foot in the grave—no medical aid, just raw vitality. 

Vegeta had endured Saiyan Saga pummeling that even Zarbon assumed fatal. 

*Glug... Glug...* 

Bubbles surged in the pod as Yamoshi's injuries—pierced lungs, cardiac trauma—began reversing. 

'Saiyans. Damn cockroaches.' 

--- 

Yamiru's consciousness surfaced first. 

A candle flaring in infinite black. 

Then came the power—torrential, erupting from every cell in waves, as if a swarm of energy insects had gone berserk reproducing. 

He was still in Yamoshi's body. 

His Earthling form had never contained such pure, overwhelming vitality. 

Clearly, Yamoshi had clawed back from death's door. 

And now, every ounce of training accumulated since his last departure burst forth like a shattered dam. 

Yamiru observed dispassionately as this feast of power unfolded. 

Every healed cell sang with euphoria. 

--- 

"Wait—Yamoshi's energy!" 

The four rebels guarding the pod snapped their heads toward it. 

"At this level, the Empire will detect it!" 

"But she's still unconscious!" 

"We have to move!" 

"But she's still unconscious! The treatment can't be interrupted!" 

The guardians exchanged urgent words. 

"Yamoshi's energy... it's not normal..." The one who had carried her back stared in awe at the bubbling pod. "It's stronger than before!" 

The other three forced themselves to calm down and sense her energy. 

"How is this possible?!" 

"How can it increase this much?!" 

Disbelief mingled with a flicker of hope. They knew Saiyans grew stronger after surviving near-death experiences—a fact hard-earned through years of guerrilla warfare. But those boosts were always additive, never exponential. And the risks? Far too great. Most who triggered it did so accidentally, not by design. 

But Yamoshi wasn't just adding to her power. 

She was multiplying it. 

Not by a few times—by dozens. 

Already the strongest among them, her 700,000–800,000 power level had been extraordinary. Most rebels, even after her gravity training, barely broke 10,000. (Even Goku, with Senzu Beans and 100x gravity, had capped at 90,000.) Yet the Empire's warriors—whether through modification or fanatical devotion—had grown terrifyingly strong, luring some rebels to surrender. 

Now, Yamoshi's energy surged even further. 

To the four Saiyans, her aura burned like a rising sun—a beacon of hope. 

"Gabi's energy... it's gone," said Mellen, the seated rebel now standing. Gabi had been the decoy. "Yamoshi is our hope. We can't lose her. I'll draw them away." 

With a final glance at the pod, he roared, "Protect her! Wait for her to wake!" 

White ki erupted around him as he blasted upward—not through the tunnels, but straight through solid rock. 

--- 

"Mellen's weaker than Gabi. This is suicide." 

"Gabi's energy vanished. He might already be..." 

The remaining three rebels despaired. Their own power was mediocre—hence why they'd been left guarding the base. 

--- 

Mellen soared high, pinpointing the Imperial pursuers. 

South. A few kilometers. Closing in. No trace of Gabi. 

He flew toward them without hesitation. 

--- 

*Glug... Glug...* 

Bubbles churned in the pod as "Yamoshi" breathed. 

--- 

The Imperial hunter fiddled with his damaged scanner, cursing. 

"That bastard ruined my gear! But that energy reading underground... Heh. Time to call an S-Warrior." 

A shrill whistle cut through the air—Mellen's energy blast. 

"Seeking death? Fine by me!" The hunter tossed his device aside, his tail cracking like a whip. With a snarl, he shouted, detonating the blast mid-air. 

--- 

Far away, a crimson behemoth took flight, laughing as he streaked toward Yamoshi's location. 

His speed split the sky, leaving a blood-red scar in his wake. 

--- 

*BOOM!* 

The hunter lunged through the smoke, punching Mellen into the ground. The impact carved a ravine dozens of meters long. 

Mellen spat blood, then smashed through the earth's crust to escape. 

"Running? Pathetic." 

The hunter pursued, raining energy bullets like firecrackers across the landscape. 

--- 

As the three rebels panicked, a voice echoed in their minds: 

"Gabi's alive. He's hiding his energy over there... Let your auras flare just enough for him and Mellen to recognize. Go find him!" 

The three rebels were stunned when a faint impact sounded behind them. They whirled around to see a jagged hole torn through the top of the recovery pod—and another identical breach in the cavern wall above it. Pebbles clattered down, plopping into the healing fluid through the pod's ruptured lid. 

The pod was empty. 

The trio exchanged glances. "Go!" 

--- 

"Gah—!" Mellen coughed up blood as he was sent flying. 

The Imperial hunter grinned savagely, energy coiling around his right arm as he pursued. His fist tightened, power condensing into a single, annihilating strike—enough to pulp Mellen into paste. 

"Hah! Finally lost your mind?" the hunter roared, fist driving forward. 

Mellen, still smirking through bloodied lips, didn't flinch. 

Behind him, a streak of white light flashed— 

BOOM! 

The resurrected Yamoshi—or rather, Yamiru—collided fist-to-fist with the hunter. The shockwave cratered the ground beneath them in a perfect hemisphere. 

The hunter screamed as the force shattered his arm, bone splintering through the elbow. Then—*SPLAT*—half his torso exploded into crimson mist. 

"Yamoshi..." Mellen gasped from the ground. 

"Go. Regroup with the others," Yamiru said without turning. "Hide. Wait for me." 

"Oh? You think you can escape?" 

A mocking voice rang from above. 

Mellen looked up. His heart sank at the crimson figure looming over "Yamoshi." 

"Who said anything about escaping?" 

Yamiru flicked blood from his fingers, still not glancing upward as he ascended to face the newcomer. 

Mellen hesitated, conflict twisting his face—but seeing "Yamoshi's" resolve, he gritted his teeth and fled, skimming low over the ground toward his comrades' energy signatures. 

"Still running?" 

A energy bullet streaked after Mellen. 

Yamiru blurred sideways, swatting the attack away like a fly. 

"You're looking for death," the crimson figure sneered, lowering his hand. 

Studying the hulking, Broly-esque silhouette, Yamiru grinned. 

"Yeah. Yours."