Dragon Ball Human

The fifth Demon King, Birei, who called himself Satanel, was casually obliterated by Yamiru, his corpse plummeting into the abyss of Mount Five Elements. 

Yamiru paid him no mind. Beside him, Annin—wreathed in golden flames—simply gazed toward a specific point deep within the mountain. 

'There.' 

That was where the spatial rift connected to the Underworld lay. 

The Furnace of Eight Divisions around Annin's neck grew faintly warm, as if yearning to suppress that rift—or perhaps, yearning to return to its rightful place and mend the breach in spacetime. 

From it poured an endless tide of demonic Underworld energy. 

To Yamiru's piercing vision, the concentration of demonic energy in that direction was terrifyingly high—so thick it appeared as an impenetrable black mass, impossible to gaze upon directly. 

An ordinary human, even one pure of heart, would instantly degenerate into a demon if exposed to that environment. 

When Goku ran the Snake Way, the underworld attendants warned him: *"If you fall into Hell, you'll never escape."* 

This was why. 

"Let's go. He's there." 

Yamiru shot forward like a streak of white lightning. 

Whoosh! Annin followed, a golden blaze in his wake. 

Side by side, they plunged into the suffocating miasma of demonic energy. 

Instantly, their bodies screamed for transformation. Their minds wavered, thoughts scattering, dark impulses whispering at the edges of their consciousness… 

Yamiru's draconic eyes pulsed with dark gold, the golden dragon mark on his wrist flaring as it repelled the corrupting energy. Annin's golden flames burned brighter, the Furnace radiating warmth to shield her. 

Their speed slowed, as if wading through tar. 

The unfathomable demonic energy grew closer… 

Finally, the murk parted. 

At the eye of the vortex, a horrifying void hung in the air, spewing endless clouds of dark gold—the breath of Hell itself. 

The Furnace burned hotter against Annin's skin. She clutched it tightly, but her gaze wasn't on the rift. 

It was on the towering figure standing motionless beneath it, his back turned to them. 

The Great Demon King Satan. 

Just his silhouette alone pressed down on Annin and Yamiru like a mountain, forcing them to tense instinctively. 

Then—Satan turned. 

His eyes landed on the armored woman first. 

"So it's you. Still refusing to give up?" 

Then he shifted his gaze to Yamiru. After a moment, he asked: 

"Tell me—are you a demon, or a human?" 

Yamiru studied him in return. 

This Great Demon King Satan bore an uncanny resemblance to Dabura, the King of the Demon Realm. 

'So he really is the source of that demonic statue we found in the underground castle, back when I first gathered the Dragon Balls with Goku and Tights!' 

Considering how demonic energy warped one's appearance… Yamiru wondered if the most powerful Demon Kings all ended up looking like Dabura. 

To Satan's question, he replied: 

"I don't consider myself a demon. So I suppose that makes me human." 

Satan's lips curled slowly. 

Celestial corruption tainted both body and soul. No demon would ever deny being one. 

In other words—if a demon claimed they weren't a demon, if they believed themselves human, if they suddenly discovered a conscience… 

Then they were no longer a demon.

'This human in the shape of a demonic dragon… was extraordinary. 

No wonder he could wield impurity to such heights. '

"You should be grateful," Satan said, his feet lifting off the ground. "If you weren't human, you'd already be dead." 

His eyes flashed. 

Two razor-thin beams of light lanced toward Yamiru. 

BZZZT! 

Yamiru's instincts screamed. He barely twisted aside, the beams grazing his cheek—scorching a molten groove through his draconic scales. 

'What the hell was that?!' 

Heart pounding, Yamiru stared at Satan, now hovering at eye level. 

*This guy's strength…* 

Annin, however, seemed entirely unsurprised. Her cold eyes never left Satan. 

"You're stronger than him now. But alas… what a pity." Satan shook his head, then gracefully stepped aside, revealing the hellish rift behind him. 

With mock courtesy, he gestured: 

"After you." 

Annin's lips pressed into a thin line. The Furnace around her neck was scalding now. 

"Don't look at me like that." Satan chuckled. "Your reluctance to stake everything—that's why you can't kill me." 

"If death were enough, I'd have died long ago," Annin said icily. 

"I'm not just talking about your life." Satan's smile widened. "The Furnace. Your power. Everything. Would you truly discard it all—for others?" 

"Without power, without the Furnace, sealing the rift would be impossible," Annin countered. 

"Excuses." 

Yamiru sensed the demonic energy shifting, subtly flowing toward Annin. He cut in: 

"If you two want to reminisce, do it after he's in Hell. Annin—do what you came for." 

He pointed at the rift behind Satan. 

"..." 

Annin closed her eyes briefly. When they reopened, her resolve was steel. 

Flames erupting, she soared over Satan, bypassing him entirely. 

She yanked the Furnace from her neck—and as it met the wind, it expanded. 

Basketball-sized. 

Then as tall as her. 

Then—a colossal mountain, blotting out the sky as it descended upon the rift. 

Annin's entire being synchronized with the Furnace. Golden light surged through her, her body swelling to match its gargantuan scale. 

In seconds, she stood as a titanic goddess, hands braced against the Furnace's rim, muscles straining as she fought to suppress the hellish forces raging beneath it. 

CRACK! 

Golden lightning split the heavens, illuminating the darkest corner of Mount Five Elements. 

The demonic dragon and the Great Demon King seemed minuscule beneath the feet of the colossal goddess, yet the oppressive tension between them only intensified… 

The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken dread. 

With every ounce of energy Yamiru condensed, Satan matched it—always staying one step ahead, his mocking gaze fixed on this human masquerading in a demonic dragon's skin. 

"How about a change of scenery?" Yamiru suddenly suggested, tilting his head toward the distance. "Your rules with Sherie probably forbid interfering with her sealing ritual, right?" 

Satan chuckled. "Seems she's told you quite a bit! Fine. Lead the way." 

Whoosh! Yamiru was already gone. 

Satan vanished without a trace, his movement devoid of any telltale energy signature. Like a shadow, he pursued the fading white streak Yamiru left behind. 

BOOM—! 

The two streaked away from Mount Five Elements, tearing through the dense fog. 

On the magic carpet below, Mr. Popo watched silently. Beside him, Sherie twirled her scepter, grinning. 

One light, one dark—two figures chased each other across the heavens. 

Then, abruptly, the leading light—Yamiru—disappeared. Like an egg yolk vanishing from its whites. 

Satan soared forward, unperturbed… 

Until a draconic silhouette materialized above him, silent as death. 

CRACK! 

A whip-like kick hammered down onto Satan's spine, sending him crashing into the earth below. The impact shattered the ground. 

Dust settled. Satan stood, brushing debris off his shoulders, and smirked up at the sky. 

"No hesitation. You really do suit that form…" 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

From above, a meteor shower of ki blasts rained toward him. 

Satan inhaled deeply—then exhaled. 

A gale-force wind seized the incoming barrage, twisting them mid-air like puppets on strings. One by one, the blasts reversed course, hurtling back toward Yamiru. 

"Can't even let me finish speaking? How very… demon-like of you!" Satan taunted. "Or has that demonic energy already rotted your mind?" 

Yamiru ignored him. 

He spread his hands, and a glove-like sheath of ki enveloped his palms. It spread rapidly, encasing his arms, then his entire body—like a ki raincoat.

The rebounding blasts struck him—and slid off harmlessly, as if repelled by an invisible force. They veered away, leaving Yamiru untouched. 

"Hah! Not bad." 

Satan's voice came from inches away. A massive hand clamped over Yamiru's face, fingers splayed like a cage. 

"But let's see how you handle this." 

Yamiru's pupils shrank— 

KABOOM! 

A semi-conical explosion engulfed his upper body. 

"Gh—!" 

Smoke curled from Yamiru's scorched scales as he plummeted. 

Then—he vanished mid-fall. 

An instant later, he rocketed upward, bloody and battered, his remaining fist coiled like a dragon's maw. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he launched a punch toward Satan. 

"Tch." 

Satan caught the blow effortlessly. With a sickening crunch, Yamiru's fist and forearm splintered under the demon's grip. 

"Did I stutter?" Satan sneered. "Unless you're ready to discard everything—stop wasting my time." 

Yamiru's face remained impassive. 

Then—he severed his own arm at the elbow with a burst of ki. 

--- 

Meanwhile, on the magic carpet… 

"His energy is fluctuating," Mr. Popo observed, eyes closed. Though distant, he sensed the battle's tides. 

Sherie's grin never wavered. 

Sherie twirled her scepter absently, murmuring to herself, "You should be capable of this, right?"

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

In an instant, Yamiru—wielding his 300,000 power level—clashed violently with the Great Demon King Satan. Every strike he threw was paid for in blood. 

"Hurk—!" 

Yamiru was sent flying, his draconic form now less "demon" and more crimson horror, a mangled testament to the brutality of the fight. 

Through his blurred vision, he saw Satan watching him coldly from afar. 

Then—the blood-drenched dragon grinned. 

With his remaining hand, he flipped Satan a broken middle finger. 

His gaze flicked toward a seemingly empty patch of air— 

—And just before he could crash into the ground, Yamiru vanished without a sound. 

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Underworld, King Yemma's Office… 

The giant television screen "live-streamed" the battle on Earth. King Yemma rubbed his temples in frustration—this newly appointed Earth Guardian wasn't holding up well at all! 

Suddenly, on-screen, Yamiru glanced directly at the "camera"— 

—And disappeared. 

Thud. 

A faint landing sound echoed at the foot of Yemma's massive desk, followed by the startled shrieks of underworld attendants. 

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(Author's Note: People say *Dragon Ball* power levels are broken, but Toriyama was actually quite restrained. Piccolo could spar with Freeza after fusing with Nail; he held his own against Android 17 after merging with Kami. You could call it plot armor, but at least there was setup. Meanwhile, Earthlings like Roshi, Krillin, and Yamcha—no matter how beloved—never got unearned power-ups. Gohan's insane potential was foreshadowed since the Raditz arc. Gotenks' SSJ3? The Buu Saga established the kids' freakish talent early. Even Vegeta—after his "I'll never fight again" breakdown post-Cell—needed a demonic amp to rival Goku in the Buu arc. Dragon Ball Super just handwaved him back to parity with zero justification. Did Toriyama forget his own writing, or is the Super staff just Vegeta stans? Who knows...)*