Dragon Ball Human

"Enough of this racket!" 

King Yemma slammed his massive desk, sending work logs, pen holders, and teacups bouncing into the air. 

"Lord Yemma, it's him—this man, he just—!" 

The panicked voices of underworld attendants rose from beneath the desk. Just as Yemma frowned in suspicion, a blood-soaked figure wreathed in white flames rose into view, levitating slowly until he hovered level with the gargantuan desk. 

King Yemma blinked, glancing between the man and the giant television screen broadcasting the brutal battle on Earth. 

The newcomer was none other than Yamiru—the newly appointed Guardian of Earth, personally acknowledged by Mr. Popo. 

"You're not even dead yet!" Yemma roared, smashing his desk again. The scattered items jumped higher. "Shouldn't you be fighting that damned Satan?! Why are you here?! Get back to work!!" 

Blood still dripped from Yamiru's wounds, splattering onto the floor of the judgment hall. He took a steadying breath before speaking. 

"Lord Yemma, please calm down. Protecting Earth is, of course, my duty as its Guardian..." 

He paused, then smiled faintly. "But as you can see..." He gestured to the screen. "Even after pushing myself to this state—using demonic energy as my own—I stand no chance against Satan." 

Yemma bellowed, cutting him off: "That's because you're too arrogant! Satan himself said it—only by abandoning everything can you defeat him! And yet here you are, hiding in my office mid-battle! Is this your idea of 'sacrifice'?!" 

"I came to you," Yamiru said calmly, "to ask for the conviction to discard everything... and the means to kill Satan." His gaze sharpened. "It's up to you, Lord Yemma. Will you grant my request for Earth's survival?" 

"What request? Spit it out!" Yemma glowered. This upstart Earth deity had the gall to bargain with him on his first day. 

Yamiru told him. 

King Yemma massaged his temples. "You're nothing but trouble! Ugh..." 

--- 

Earth, Mount Five Elements 

At the site of the spatial rift, only the colossal figure of Annin remained, pressing down on the enormous Furnace of Eight Divisions. Her golden flames surged endlessly, tirelessly suppressing the hellish breach beneath. 

Then—Yamiru's energy vanished. 

The moment it disappeared, every martial artist on Earth sensed it. Even Annin, wholly focused on her task, faltered for a heartbeat. 

Her relentless stream of energy into the Furnace wavered. 

"Hesitating again?" 

Satan's mocking voice slithered from behind her. 

"..." Annin's grip on the Furnace tightened, her face twisting in conflict. If Yamiru was dead, and she sacrificed her power to seal the rift... she'd never have the strength to defeat Satan afterward. 

"Excuses. Always excuses!" Satan sneered. "If you sacrifice everything now to seal this rift, at least Earth's demonic energy will cease growing. Over time, it might even fade. You'd sever the very foundation of demonkind! And yet you still hesitate. Pathetic." 

Annin shot him a glacial glare over her shoulder. "You are the foundation." 

Even if she sealed the rift, what did it matter? As long as Satan lived, the world would never change. 

Satan blinked, then burst into laughter. "Fair point!" 

Annin inhaled sharply—and let go. 

Centuries of accumulated power, life after life of cultivation—she poured all of it into the Furnace. 

'Fine. So be it.' 

If this was what she promised Yamiru, she'd see it through. 

For the first time in hundreds of years, her heart was calm. Truly Annin—peace—at last. 

"Oh? You actually committed?" 

Satan watched from behind, intrigued. Then—his pupils shrank. 

He whirled around just in time to see a bloodied black fist rocketing toward his face. 

WHOOSH! 

Yamiru materialized mid-strike, his punch connecting with Satan's jaw. 

The demon king's head snapped back—but he barely flinched. Slowly, he righted himself, eyeing the man whose face he'd half-melted earlier. 

"You dare show up again?" His voice was ice. 

Satan's skull jerked back—then smashed forward, crushing Yamiru's fist, arm, and shoulder in sequence. 

BOOM! 

The impact sent Yamiru hurtling backward, a black streak shrinking into the distance until he vanished entirely. 

But then— 

A pinpoint of light flared where he'd disappeared. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

Yamiru came roaring back, arms shattered but undeterred. 

Golden light churned in his eyes, his gaze razor-sharp. 

"Now this is interesting..." Satan chuckled, though it was unclear what amused him. His energy dipped slightly—now only marginally higher than Yamiru's. 

The charging Yamiru headbutted Satan's chest. 

"Guh—!" Satan coughed up violet blood, hurtling backward. 

Yamiru blitzed after him, pivoting mid-air to deliver a devastating spinning kick to the demon's spine. 

With a muffled grunt, Satan was sent hurtling skyward by the kick. 

Whoosh! 

Yamiru erupted with another burst of energy, flipping mid-air to intercept the rising demon king. Twisting his body, he drove a devastating axe kick toward Satan's face— 

—Only for Satan to flare his own aura at the last second, crossing his arms to block. 

"You'll die, brat," Satan sneered behind his guard. 

"Everyone dies," Yamiru shot back. 

The leg pressing down on Satan's arms began to glow—white light condensing, power building in layers. The force drove Satan downward inch by inch through the air. 

"Hah!" Satan snarled, his body erupting with violet flames. 

Yamiru roared back, channeling the surrounding demonic energy into himself with reckless abandon. His white aura darkened, turning obsidian, swelling like a dying sun crashing to earth. 

Against it, Satan's purple inferno burned like a meteor in reverse—two forces colliding mid-air. 

Crack! Crack! 

The atmosphere itself seemed to fracture. The earth trembled. 

By the gargantuan Furnace, Annin trembled from exhaustion, her centuries of cultivated power pouring endlessly into the seal. Her energy dwindled... dwindled... 

In her senses, Yamiru's ki had transformed—once calm and righteous, now wild with desperation, tinged with something indescribable. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Purple and black lights streaked across the sky, clashing with world-shaking force. Every impact sent tremors through every martial artist on Earth. 

Humans, beastmen, monsters—all paused. Even those unaware of ki sensed it: something monumental was happening at the horizon. 

Elderly warriors who'd once fought demons wept openly, whispering prayers. 

That battling aura—Yamiru's—was burning itself out without restraint, willing to become ash if necessary. 

Were it not for the golden dragon mark's protection, he'd have been fully demonized by now. 

Instinct. Martial intuition. The will to take Satan down with him. These alone sustained him. 

Dimly, he felt his kicking leg shatter. 

No matter. As long as he could move ki, he could fight. 

"Rrgh—!" 

Tendrils of energy burst from Yamiru's back, lashing around Satan like chains, binding them together. 

Satan allowed it, breathing heavily—exhausted for the first time. 

Only then did Yamiru realize: he'd reverted to human form. His power was too drained to sustain demonization. 

Both arms and one leg broken. Pathetic state. 

He laughed hoarsely, gaze drifting as if searching for glimpses of the future—his future, tens of thousands of years ahead. 

Light began seeping from his pores. Then more. And more— 

--- 

Mount Five Elements 

With a final resonant hum, the Furnace at last sealed the spatial rift completely. 

Annin's energy bottomed out—weaker now than even Yamiru's base human form. 

The giantess slumped against the Furnace, pallid and dazed, staring toward the distant horizon... 

Where a colossal light suddenly erupted. 

A white line split the sky, seeming to cleave heaven itself. Minutes later, the faint echo of an explosion finally reached her. 

From that direction... Yamiru's ki had vanished entirely. 

This time, she'd felt it disappear in real time. 

Along with Satan's. 

Mutual annihilation. 

--- 

Underworld, King Yemma's Court 

A triumphant fist pounded the desk. 

On the giant "live feed", the aftermath of Yamiru's self-destruction slowly cleared. 

When the light and smoke dissipated, only two figures remained suspended: 

A one-legged Yamiru, his body like shattered plaster barely held together, devoid of all vitality. His breaths were imperceptible. 

And beside him—Satan, floating silently, unharmed. 

Yamiru's glassy eyes met the demon king's for a final, wordless moment— 

—Before his body plummeted earthward. 

Satan watched dispassionately as Yamiru's broken form struck the earth—his energy-depleted body shattering like porcelain upon impact. 

"How is this Satan still...?" King Yemma's eyes bulged in disbelief—but before he could finish, the demon king on-screen turned to stare directly at the "camera". 

Bzzzt! Bzzzt! 

The television dissolved into static. 

The underworld attendants exchanged uneasy glances. 

--- 

On Earth 

Having severed the celestial gaze, Satan exhaled—a sigh that seemed to come from something deep within him.

"Hah..." 

A pulse of light erupted from his core, coalescing into a blurred human silhouette that nearly stepped free—only to hesitate with a startled "Hm?" before retreating back into Satan's body. 

The demon king looked down. 

Yamiru's remains, already scattered to dust by the wind, should have been gone. 

Yet there—amid the emptiness—a single ghostly flame flickered to life. 

It trembled, then unleashed an invisible force. 

Across dimensions, an endless torrent of primordial energy answered its call. A storm of power gathered around the flame, its currents weaving with sentient precision— 

—And in seconds, sculpted a new body. 

Yamiru's body. 

Perfect in every detail, as if merely sleeping. 

The ghostly flame observed its handiwork. 

Then—it continued. 

The deluge of energy didn't stop. 

1,000... 10,000... 100,000... 

1 million... 2 million... 5 million... 

10 million... 50 million... 

100 million. 

200 million... 

Finally satisfied, the flame "nodded"—and plunged into the body's chest. 

The moment it entered, a golden halo materialized above Yamiru's head. 

His eyes snapped open. 

With an infant's wonder, he exhaled, flexed his fingers, and took his first step onto reborn earth. 

Then—he looked up at the hovering Satan and grinned. 

"Round two?"