Dragon Ball Human

"Six of them?!" 

The S-warrior in the air was taken aback, his brow furrowing. 

"That woman from earlier… the power she had… I can't sense even a trace of it now! What the hell happened to her?" 

Just then, she glanced his way. The moment their eyes met—those crimson orbs brimming with flowing spiritual energy—the S-warrior shuddered. 

A thrill of excitement and fear. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything like it. 

Suddenly, the world spun violently around him. Everything in his surroundings streaked past like speeding lines, rapidly fading into the distance. 

Only belatedly did he realize—he had been sent flying by a sudden attack. 

"How…?" 

Who had struck him? 

Was there someone hiding in the shadows, ambushing him? 

That woman with the red hair? 

But that was impossible! 

He hadn't even seen her move! 

At the same time, as he hurtled uncontrollably through the air, searing pain finally erupted across his body. The agony told him the blow had landed squarely on his torso—an overwhelming, piercing sensation, as if he'd been run through… 

Meanwhile, hovering in the spot where the S-warrior had once been, "Yamoshi"—bathed in a golden-red aura—rested her left fist on her hip, examining her right palm with a mix of excitement and curiosity. 

"Such incredible power!" A voice echoed in her mind—Yamoshi's, yet also Yamiru's. "Though… I could've killed him just now." 

"So this is the realm of the gods. It really is a completely different feeling." Another voice—Yamiru's, yet also Yamoshi's—responded. "Not necessarily. That guy hasn't even unleashed his full strength yet…" 

The two were now in a bizarre, intertwined state. 

Yamiru's consciousness had been on the verge of departing, but Yamoshi—now ascended to the divine realm—had forcibly kept him anchored. 

As a result, they seemed to be operating in perfect sync, jointly controlling the same body. 

The sudden attack on the S-warrior—from the initial thought, to the power summoned, to the split-second flick of a finger that sent him flying like a shooting star—felt, to both Yamiru and Yamoshi, as if they had each executed it alone. Yet, they were acutely aware of the other's presence in the act. 

'Is this what fusion feels like?' Yamiru wondered privately. 

"What just happened?" Below, Mellen and the other four exchanged bewildered glances. From their perspective, Yamoshi had simply "blinked" into the S-warrior's position, while the S-warrior himself had "vanished" into thin air. Their senses weren't even fast enough to perceive the moment the S-warrior had been sent flying by the Super Saiyan God "Yamoshi." 

"Snap!" 

A tiny white spark crackled above Gabi's head. He whipped around, staring into the distance, and shouted in shock: "He's over there!" 

"In just an instant… he was sent over twenty thousand meters away?!" Mellen and the others were stunned. From that distant point, a monstrous surge of energy erupted like a towering giant rising from the earth. The S-warrior, thoroughly enraged, had finally unleashed his full power. 

Just as they thought this, the sky suddenly darkened. 

Or rather—it was blotted out by a meteor shower of blinding energy beams shooting toward them from the S-warrior's direction. The overwhelming radiance swallowed the heavens, eclipsing the world in an instant. 

The five Sadala Saiyans paled. Against such a "rainstorm" of destruction, they had no chance of escape. For a moment, they simply stood frozen, watching helplessly as the countless, densely packed "lights" grew larger in their vision—like ripples in a rain-filled pond, expanding and overlapping until they consumed the entire world. 

Then— 

A massive golden-red barrier flared to life, intercepting the barrage. The energy bullets, falling like a sideways downpour, slammed relentlessly into the radiant shield. 

The five looked up. 

It was Yamoshi, glowing with golden-red energy, holding up the barrier with a single outstretched hand. 

"Quick! We need to get farther back!" Mellen snapped out of his daze. 

Gabi yelled, "Right! This is way beyond our level! We can't drag Yamoshi down—" 

In an instant, five white streaks shot backward in retreat. Mellen and Gabi flew in reverse, their gazes locked in reverence on the slender figure standing atop the colossal golden-red barrier. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

The red-haired Super Saiyan God effortlessly blocked the onslaught with one hand. 

"The power of a god truly is on another level compared to mortal ki… No wonder ordinary beings can't sense it," she mused. "Hm? It's over already?" 

At some point, the storm of energy bullets had ceased. 

"Then… my turn." 

The red Super Saiyan God smirked, then clenched her outstretched hand— 

The massive barrier instantly contracted, folding inward until it condensed into a single, sun-like orb of swirling flame in her palm. 

With the motion of a pitcher winding up for a throw, she locked onto the S-warrior's energy—still tens of thousands of meters away but clear as day to her divine senses. Her eyes flashed, and she hurled the blazing sphere forward! 

For a brief moment, the sky fell silent—as if a single line of solar light had split the heavens in two. 

The S-warrior's energy wavered… then dropped slightly. 

But then— 

Rage erupted from his aura, intertwined with that same trembling excitement. A fanatical, battle-hungry fervor. And true to the nature of his kind—even more unhinged than the average Super Saiyan—his power, after dipping, surged back up… 

Even higher than before.

"Truly the cockroach of cockroaches." 

The Super Saiyan God's voice still echoed in the air, yet her figure had already vanished from her original position. 

Ten thousand meters away, before the S-warrior—whose entire right arm had been obliterated up to the shoulder—the lightning-fast Super Saiyan God came to an abrupt halt with a sharp *"snap!"*, her body wreathed in solar flames. 

The S-warrior no longer resembled anything human. Already massive in stature, his body had now swollen to twice its size, transforming him into a hulking, one-armed beast akin to a small mountain. 

"Like a compact, more combat-efficient version of the Ozaru transformation," the Super Saiyan God observed. 

Compared to the fully unleashed S-warrior, her petite frame seemed almost laughably small—like a little girl standing before King Kong. 

"You…" The fully transformed S-warrior's eyes had turned bloodshot, his irises a dull gold, his face and body covered in thick fur. His voice boomed like thunder across the sky. "Who the hell are you?" 

The Super Saiyan God replied, "I am neither Yamoshi nor Yamiru. I am the one who will kill you." 

With that, she extended her hand and gave a light, casual push through the air. 

The fully transformed S-warrior was struck as if by an invisible hammer, his mountainous body spewing blood as he plummeted diagonally toward the ground. 

"'Neither Yamoshi nor Yamiru'? That's not quite right, is it?" the Super Saiyan God mused aloud as she watched him fall. Then, before he could hit the ground, she flashed behind him and answered herself, "But it does sound cool! Hmph!" With that, she swung her leg in a sweeping kick aimed at the S-warrior's waist. 

BOOM! 

The one-armed, half-ape monstrosity was launched skyward at a sharp angle, his furious roars trailing behind him. 

"Still so damn tough!" The Super Saiyan God frowned slightly, retracting her leg. 

In Yamiru's terms, this guy was absurdly tanky, with insane regeneration. Though his offensive power couldn't match Yamoshi's Super Saiyan God form, actually putting him down for good was proving difficult. In short, he was an ultra-resilient, battle-crazed cockroach who, if given even a sliver of an opening, might just turn the tables. 'Definitely giving off some Broly vibes…' 

As the S-warrior's distant roars faded overhead, his energy seemed to combust violently. Then, with a roar, he unleashed a searing energy beam from his mouth, aimed straight downward. 

Yamiru wanted to dodge. 

But Yamoshi calculated that if this attack struck the planet below, it could cause catastrophic damage. 

Yamoshi wanted to dodge. 

But Yamiru calculated that if this attack struck the planet below, it could cause catastrophic damage. 

—In this strange, merged state, their thoughts and judgments blurred together, indistinguishable from one another. But the outcome remained the same. 

As the blazing pillar of energy descended like a collapsing sky, the red-haired figure hovering near the ground… did not move. 

"Ka… me…" 

Beneath the apocalyptic torrent, the Super Saiyan God stood unwavering, chanting. 

"Ha…" 

The energy beam intensified. High above, the one-armed ape-monster raged like a madman, pouring even more power into the attack, widening the beam further. 

It was as if the entire sky was pressing down upon the earth. 

And in the narrowing gap between heaven and ground, only a single crimson figure remained. 

"ME… HA…!" 

The divine energy the Super Saiyan God had gathered erupted in this single technique—a Kamehameha, unleashed in this ancient era, tens of thousands of years in the past, on the Saiyan homeworld. Like a roaring thunderclap, it surged upward to meet the descending pillar of destruction. 

BOOOOOOM—! 

Tens of thousands of meters away, Mellen, Gabi, and the other three could only watch in stunned silence as the golden-red energy wave tore through the heavens, blasting past the atmosphere and into the depths of space. 

Closer to the ground, the red-haired figure panted lightly. 

Her crimson eyes lifted toward the sky, where the half-ape S-warrior—miraculously—still clung to life. His body was charred black, his remaining left arm bearing deep, bone-exposing wounds. His tail, thick as a beam, had been severed halfway. His legs, each thicker than a normal man's torso, were now unevenly obliterated. Smoke rose from his ruined form. 

And yet… he was still alive. 

"Hah… hah…" The Super Saiyan God slowly lowered her hands. "What insane vitality! Is this an S-warrior? This is practically Cell!" 

Her breath uneven, the golden-red glow flickering in her hair began to fade. 

High above, the mutilated S-warrior's golden pupils contracted. His blackened lips split into a grin, revealing gleaming white teeth. 

"Ah… I can faintly sense your power now," he rasped. "You're slipping out of that strange state, aren't you?" 

Deep within the Super Saiyan God's consciousness—her hair now flickering between red and black like a dying light bulb—Yamiru's voice echoed. 

"Yamoshi…" 

"Your body belongs to me now." 

"I'm going to kill your friends."