Dragon Ball Human

Just as Yamoshi completely fell from the Super Saiyan God state, reverting to her black-haired form, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. 

At that moment— 

Yamiru's consciousness struck like a viper lunging from the shadows! 

Before she could react, he seized control of her body. In an instant, Yamoshi heard 'her own' voice let out a sharp cry as the energy within her erupted violently—far more skillfully and rapidly than she could have managed. Yamiru instantly pushed her power to its absolute peak. 

She had to admit it—this Earthling, Yamiru, had a far deeper understanding of ki than she did. 

Snap! 

Everything around Yamoshi blurred as she realized Yamiru was now piloting her body at breakneck speed. 

His target? 

Her five companions, tens of thousands of meters away. 

'Yamiru! What are you doing?!' Yamoshi roared in her mind. 

"If they weren't such useless trash, you—as a Super Saiyan God—could have been even stronger!" Yamiru's voice was icy. As he spoke, he forced even more energy out of Yamoshi's body, accelerating further. "We could have killed that S-warrior easily! But no—because of them, we failed! Garbage like them deserves to die!" 

"What the hell are you saying?!" Yamoshi exploded in fury. 

High above, the fully transformed S-warrior—now missing three limbs, with only a skeletal stump of an arm remaining—watched the streak of light below. His charred face twisted into a bloodthirsty grin. 

"Trying to run now? Too late!" 

Boom! 

Golden-tinged crimson flames erupted from his ravaged body. 

CRACK! 

The air where he had been standing shattered as he launched himself downward like a thunderbolt, chasing the fleeing streak of light. 

He was several times faster than Yamoshi. 

'Damn, he's fast!' 

Ignoring Yamoshi's furious protests in her mind, Yamiru clearly sensed the S-warrior closing in from behind. 

Even in that crippled state, the S-warrior's power level was still well over 100 million! 

With Yamoshi's base strength barely exceeding four million, there was no way she could outrun him. 

In seconds, the distance between them had shrunk drastically. 

They would be caught in moments. 

"Hah! You think you can escape?!" The S-warrior's roar echoed like thunder. 

"YAMIRU!" Yamoshi's voice was a storm in her own mind. 

A thousand meters ahead, the five Sadala Saiyans came into view, their faces a mix of shock and panic. 

*No time.* 

Yamiru acted instantly. Without slowing, he extended one arm, a spinning disc of energy forming in his palm with a high-pitched, razor-sharp whine. 

"STOP!" 

Yamoshi's rage was incandescent. 

She could feel how lethal this technique was. 

If she were still in her Super Saiyan God state, she might have been able to block or deflect it—but now? Her five friends? They stood no chance of surviving this. 

Yamiru really intended to kill them. 

"At least let these worthless trash meet their end before we do!" 

Unmoved, Yamiru coldly hurled the imitation Destructo Disc toward the five Saiyans. The blade screamed through the air, slicing toward its targets. 

"DIE!" 

The S-warrior's voice was right behind them now. A sharp "whoosh" cut through the air as he launched an energy blast at the fleeing figure. 

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!" 

Yamoshi's fury finally erupted like a volcano, an endless inferno of wrath igniting within the mental landscape. 

Yamiru smirked—then released his control. 

As an observer now, he could sense something strange happening. 

Yamoshi's overwhelming rage was like a spark tossed into gunpowder. From her back, an explosive, tingling heat surged forth, spreading like wildfire through her entire body in an instant. 

'So this is the legendary "S-Cells" of a Super Saiyan?' Yamiru mused. 

A golden aura erupted, engulfing Yamoshi completely. 

"Huh? What now?" The S-warrior's grin faltered as the fleeing woman suddenly blazed gold, her figure becoming a blur. She whirled around, her arm lashing out like a whip— 

SMACK! 

She swatted his energy blast right back at him. 

The battered S-warrior slowed, his skeletal fist clenching as he casually punched the rebounding attack aside. 

Below, Yamoshi had halted mid-flight. The golden radiance faded, leaving only a scorching, golden flame wrapped around her body. 

Spiked blonde hair. Cold emerald eyes. 

Now, Yamoshi stood in the classic form of a Super Saiyan. 

And her energy— 

It was like nuclear fission. 

Self-replicating. Multiplying wildly in the span of a single breath. 

Her power skyrocketed fiftyfold. 

From four million… 

To 200 million. 

Blonde-haired, green-eyed Yamoshi tilted her head up, staring coldly at the mutilated S-warrior. 

Then—she raised a hand toward where Yamiru had thrown the Destructo Disc. 

Her palm flipped upward. 

A single, sharp flick of her fingers—

A hundred meters away, Mellen, Gabi, and the others watched in shock as the razor-edged energy disc tore through the air toward them—only to twist upward at the last second, narrowly missing their bodies as it soared into the sky. 

The Destructo Disc spun midair like a homing bird before streaking back toward Yamoshi's position with a shrill whine. 

"Yamoshi's energy… it's gotten so strong…" Mellen swallowed hard. 

"And… it feels different now," Gabi murmured, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. 

Yamoshi lowered her arm, then flicked her fingers toward the charred, one-armed S-warrior high above. 

SHIIING—! 

The Destructo Disc shot back through the air, slicing toward the S-warrior with deadly precision. 

"A flashy trick like this won't kill me!" 

The crippled S-warrior scoffed, his aura flaring as he swiftly ascended a few meters, dodging the attack. But the moment he did, Yamoshi's fingers twitched— 

The disc looped back, curving upward to strike again. 

The S-warrior dropped sharply, narrowly evading it once more. 

Yamoshi's hand slammed downward. 

The disc flipped vertically, slashing from above like a guillotine! 

"Hmph!" 

The S-warrior's eyes flashed. 

BOOM! 

A violent burst of energy erupted from his gaze, colliding with the disc in a fiery explosion that obliterated it midair. 

"Enough with these pointless tricks." The S-warrior turned, unimpressed. 

"I never expected it to kill you," Yamoshi replied coldly. 

The S-warrior studied the golden-haired woman before him. 

In mere moments, she had transformed—her power multiplying dozens of times over. Unlike the eerie, untraceable presence of her red-haired state, this golden form sent a chill down his spine. He vaguely understood now—this was another evolutionary path for their people. One different from the S-warriors. 

In the icy green of her eyes, he sensed the approach of death. 

Yet it didn't deter him. 

Instead, a thrill of excitement surged through his veins. Every cell in his body screamed for battle, for the razor's edge between life and annihilation. 

"Enough talk! Only one of us walks away from this!" The half-ape S-warrior roared, his massive body erupting in crimson flames. "COME ON!" 

He clenched his remaining fist—large enough to crush two heads—and charged. 

"COME ON!" Yamoshi's fists snapped to her waist, her aura exploding outward. With a sharp "Hah!", she blitzed forward. 

WHOOSH! 

Above the scorched earth, in the thinning atmosphere, two streaks of light—crimson and gold—flashed toward each other. 

BOOOOOOM—!!! 

The collision split the wasteland below. 

CRACK! CRACK! 

Thick arcs of golden-red electricity spiderwebbed through the air. 

At the epicenter, Yamoshi's fist clashed against the S-warrior's—her small frame against his monstrous bulk. 

"End this quickly. Other S-warriors are sensing the disturbance and heading this way." 

Yamiru's voice echoed in Yamoshi's mind, though it was already fading. He should have departed long ago—only her earlier divine state had forcibly anchored him. Now, as a mere Super Saiyan, she couldn't sustain his presence. 

"Suppress the battle frenzy of your Super Saiyan form! Rage may trigger the transformation, but it hinders you from unlocking its full potential…" 

He spoke rapidly, desperate to impart his knowledge before vanishing entirely. 

Yamoshi listened silently. 

The moment she had transformed, drowning in the surge of power, she had realized the truth. 

When she "reclaimed" her body, she'd sensed Yamiru's lingering control over the Destructo Disc. 

He had never truly intended to kill her friends. 

This Earthling martial artist… understood the Saiyans far too well. 

He knew of the Super Saiyan—a legend even she had never heard. 

He knew of the Super Saiyan God. 

And he had deliberately provoked her rage to force her evolution. 

WHOOM! 

The S-warrior's maw split open, a blood-red energy beam gathering in his throat before blasting point-blank at Yamoshi. 

She yanked her fist back, twisting midair as her leg blazed gold— 

KICK! 

Her heel slammed into the beam, detonating it violently. 

Without pause, she spun, driving her other leg into the S-warrior's torso with a bone-shattering impact. 

WHOOSH—! 

The crippled ape-monster plummeted toward the earth. 

"The power of the Super Saiyan God still lingers within you. If you recall that state, you can re-enter it—no ritual required…" 

Yamiru's voice grew fainter, yet his words never stopped flowing. 

Yamoshi launched after her falling foe, her golden hair blazing like a comet's tail. 

The battle was far from over. 

And the true test of her power had only just begun.