Dragon Ball Human

Above the wilderness of Planet Salad, Yamiru—in Yamoshi's body—faced off against the crimson-aura warrior. The man's thick, brown-furred tail swayed idly behind him like a living thing. 

"Your power is impressive!" the bloody warrior chuckled, arms crossed. "No wonder you dare stand in my way..." 

Yamiru listened silently, savoring the unprecedented strength coursing through Yamoshi's body. 

'Four million power level.' Maybe more. 

Yamoshi's near-death recovery had triggered an explosive leap. 

"But I sense no true strength in you!" The warrior's smirk twisted into disdain. "Without it, this is your limit. Join us, and we'll multiply your power tenfold—a hundredfold! All past crimes forgiven." 

"'True strength'?" Yamiru's eyebrow arched. "You mean the power in that tail of yours?" 

The warrior's tail cracked the air like a whip. "Exactly. With your talent, you could become one of us!" 

"So this is an S-Warrior?" Yamiru mused. "What about the guy I just killed?" 

Back in his time, Bulma's analysis of Goku's cells had revealed three types: standard Saiyan cells, Super cells concentrated along the spine, and Special cells—exclusive to the tail, long thought dormant. 

But here, in this era, those Special cells were still active. 

'S-Warriors are Saiyans who've awakened them.' 

"That trash? Irrelevant!" The warrior extended a hand. "We're born to fight. Becoming an S-Warrior is our destiny!" 

"Sure." 

Yamiru vanished—reappearing nose-to-nose with a BAM that sent the warrior hurtling downward. 

*WHOOSH—* 

The bloody figure halted mid-air just above the ground, shockwaves rippling from his aura. 

"So you choose death." His eyes glowed dark gold as his power surged— 

2 million... 3 million... 

Yamiru felt the pressure mount. The warrior's tail bristled like a Super Saiyan's hair. 

His version of "transformation." 

Yamiru tried summoning rage—the key to Super Saiyan—but his decades of training had honed his mind to stillness. 

Anger. I need anger. 

"What's wrong? Giving up?" 

The crimson blur lunged, fist aimed at Yamiru's face. 

Yamiru sidestepped, palm meeting the warrior's shoulder. 

Yamoshi's slender frame housed 4+ million power. With flawless leverage, Yamiru redirected the force—SLAM—sending the warrior flying faster than he'd come. 

'Without Super Saiyan, I can't win.' 

He couldn't stall. The S-Warrior's energy climbed relentlessly, like Broly's—a slow, taunting unfurling of power. 

Yamiru channeled Yamoshi's strength, scraping for fury— 

Get angry. 

RUMBLE 

The warrior reappeared, his hairline now receding under encroaching fur. He looked half-beast. 

"This'll be fun!" 

A knee rocketed toward Yamiru's gut. 

CRACK! 

Yamiru blocked, but the impact numbed his arms. 

In that split second, he sensed the next strike—an elbow aimed at his skull. 

Given the size difference between Yamoshi and his opponent, this flurry of punches was indeed difficult to evade.

However, in an instant, Yamiru reversed his flight technique, accelerating his descent, causing the elbow strike aimed at his head to miss. Immediately after, an intense white aura burst forth from his body, and with lightning speed, he charged forward, landing a punch straight into his opponent's face.

"Pfft!" The opponent's head snapped back from the impact, yet he remained unharmed. As he straightened up and rubbed his nose, fine fur gradually began to spread across his neck and shoulders.

Yamiru noticed that the opponent's tail had grown even thicker, with each strand of fur standing rigid.

This S-Warrior's ki had already surpassed four million.

Five million, six million...

The air around them, the entire environment, grew increasingly oppressive under the weight of the S-Warrior's surging power.

Yamiru imagined his opponent's face as the detestable Tao Pai Pai's.

Sure enough, a long-lost surge of anger rose within him.

Boom!

The two clashed in midair—one white, one red—locked in an intense battle.

The thick air rippled outward in waves, as brilliant bursts of light exploded—one moment to the left, then the right, above, below.

"More! More!" The bloodthirsty warrior's upper body had taken on an almost simian form, his face twisted into a menacing grin. "Your power is rising—good! But this still isn't enough! How can I enjoy the thrill of battle like this?"

His voice dripped with excitement as he unleashed a terrifying aura surpassing ten million. He lunged at "Yamoshi", his fists carrying such force that the very air seemed ready to explode. Yet, when his strike landed—it hit nothing.

Yamoshi's figure remained still for a split second before twisting and vanishing into thin air.

Afterimage.

"What a cheap trick!" The bloodthirsty warrior sneered. While he might not have mastered the ability himself, he could still sense ki. Without hesitation, he hurled a powerful energy blast at Yamiru, its strength reaching six million.

Boom! The impact sent Yamiru flying backward. He was thrown dozens of meters before his body seemed to freeze in midair.

The bloodthirsty warrior frowned in slight confusion, then quickly realized—his opponent had once again used that afterimage trick right as he was sent flying.

Yamiru had left behind an afterimage of himself being blasted away while his real body streaked through the air toward the raging, beast-like S-Warrior.

Smack! Mid-flight, he unleashed another burst of power, accelerating even further. His right fist carried the force of five million ki—a power he had been steadily building up throughout the fight. The principle was similar to the Kamehameha or the Special Beam Cannon—seasoned martial artists adept in ki manipulation could gather energy beyond their peak limits, given enough time.

His punch landed squarely against his opponent's abdomen.

Yet the S-Warrior didn't budge.

Fifteen million. Sixteen million...

The bloodthirsty warrior looked down at him, his battle-hungry grin widening.

"Ah, is this all you've got?"

Eighteen million. Twenty million...

In Yamiru's senses, his opponent's power kept rising, like a flood bursting through a broken dam—relentless and unstoppable!

The bloodthirsty warrior reached out, attempting to grab him—only to snatch at thin air once more, his fingers passing through another one of Yamiru's afterimages.

"Got your sleeve." The bloodthirsty warrior remained unfazed. "Your little tricks won't last much longer!"

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed several energy blasts, each packing a force of eight to nine million. They shot toward the afterimages Yamiru had left behind in the air.

Boom! One of the blasts detonated.

Thick smoke billowed.

Direct hit.

The bloodthirsty warrior frowned in disappointment. "Is that really all you've got? If so, I guess I'll just have to kill you now!"

However, as the black smoke cleared, all that remained in the air was a charred afterimage of "Yamoshi"...

"Still playing these tricks?"

He waited a moment, scanning for any sign of Yamoshi, but nothing. Then, realization struck—she had deliberately let herself be hit by his energy blast, taking the risk of injury to use the resulting smoke as cover. She had escaped, vanishing without a trace.

"I can't sense her at all… How is that possible?"

The bloodthirsty warrior frowned, flying in circles as he searched. A moment later, he let out a cold laugh.

"You think you can escape just like that?"

He spread his palm toward the barren ground below, then flipped it upward before clenching his fist tightly.

In an instant, towering white pillars of light surged from beneath the earth, swallowing the surrounding landscape for kilometers.

The overwhelming radiance even engulfed the bloodthirsty warrior himself, and for a brief moment, everything fell silent…

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Meanwhile, Yamiru suppressed his ki and sped across the ground at breakneck speed, covering hundreds of meters in mere breaths.

The sudden explosion of white light behind him swallowed everything in its wake. A deafening shockwave sent him tumbling, but he quickly stabilized, keeping low as he pressed forward, completely masking his presence.

"Gotta admit, I'm pretty good at running."

He glanced back—the battlefield from moments ago had been completely reduced to scorched earth.

A few seconds later, he leaped into a deep crevice in the ground, where his allies were hidden.

Following the lead of Gabi—the one who had initially covered Mellen as she carried the barely conscious "Yamoshi" back to the healing chamber—Yamiru had found this place, where three others were already hiding. Along with Mellen, whom he had just saved, that made five Sadala Saiyans gathered here.