Dragon Ball Human

"You lose." 

Yamiru sensed Satan's weakening resistance— 

With light erupting from his eyes and nostrils, he pushed forward with everything he had! 

Kamehameha! 

Go! 

The light swallowed the heavens. 

An unstoppable force swept across the sky, scouring away the clouds. 

Clearing the gloom. 

Revealing endless blue. 

Satan's hands fell limp as the explosive radiance engulfed him— 

His eyes dimmed— 

A sigh echoed once more from within him. 

Amid the cataclysmic light, a blurred humanoid figure emerged from Satan's torso, facing the tidal wave of energy with an outstretched palm. 

Brighter light flooded the world, obscuring everything. 

In this blinding whiteness, Yamiru looked around in surprise— 

His golden halo was gone. 

Golden dragon marks coiled around him. He realized: this was a mental plane, a realm of consciousness. 

And its creator stood before him— 

The glowing figure's radiance faded, revealing features strikingly similar to Sherie and Whis: pale hair, blue skin, an air of detached elegance. 

"I'm Leslie. An angel." He gestured, summoning a table and two chairs. 

"Yamiru. Earth's Guardian." Yamiru sat, studying Leslie. "Not the Great Demon King Satan?" 

"He is me. I am not him." Leslie smiled faintly. "You don't seem surprised by the term 'angel. '" 

"You look too much like Sherie to be unrelated." Yamiru nodded. "So your kind are called angels? You've brought Earth quite a disaster." 

"My apologies—though claiming deep regret would be dishonest." Leslie's tone was light. "Having died and become a deity, you might understand... Life and death for mortals is nothing more than this." 

Yamiru shook his head. "You pulled me here for a reason." 

"Perhaps I simply find you interesting?" Leslie mused. "Even as a god, your reconstructed body shouldn't exceed your living power. Yet yours far surpasses it. How?" 

"Simple," Yamiru said. "I was always this strong." 

"Impossible." Leslie frowned. "Your self-destruction paled in comparison to this form's power." 

Yamiru only smiled. 

"Did Sherie enable this?" Leslie muttered. "How did she bypass celestial rules to grant you such strength?" He scrutinized Yamiru. "Was her centuries-long stalling just to wait for someone like you?" 

"So those two rules—kill Satan, seal the rift with the Furnace—were her way of buying time?" Yamiru eyed Leslie. "Waiting for an Earthling strong enough to aid Annin?" 

Leslie scoffed. "Calling yourself 'strong' so readily?" 

"Acknowledging strength is the first step to mastery," Yamiru said. 

Leslie rolled his eyes. 

After a pause, the angel crossed his legs. "Let me tell you a story. Once, a family had many children, all sleeping endlessly. Only when a neighbor's house lacked occupants would one awaken..." His voice grew bitter. "But when those neighbors destroyed two rooms, the displaced children had to return home—to eternal sleep. Why?" 

He slammed the chair. "Why must I sleep? Is the cosmos so small it can't spare room for two more angels?" 

Yamiru listened silently, summarizing: 

'This angel and Sherie's universe was erased by Zeno. Their Destroyer gone, they were meant to return to the World Tree's slumber—but Leslie rebelled.'

"I fled during the return," Leslie admitted, dropping the allegory. "I woke here, on Earth. Its beauty only fueled my resentment... Until I shattered the barrier between this world and hell." 

The angel shrugged. "And so, hell's demonic energy polluted Earth." 

Yamiru said, "But it never truly corrupted you, did it?" 

"What do you think? I'm an angel!" Leslie rolled his eyes. "Hell's impurity originates from the Celestial Realm—how could it taint me? I merely molded my malice into Satan's form..." His expression soured. "Then Sherie showed up. I didn't want to see her! My own sister, sent to drag me back?!" 

Yamiru pieced it together: 

Zeno had erased the twin universes overseen by the sibling angels Sherie and Leslie. While Leslie fled, Sherie was tasked with retrieving him— 

"Seems Sherie wasn't eager to sleep either," Yamiru observed. "That's why she set up those meaningless rules—to buy time." 

Leslie smirked. "Exactly! 'Only Earthlings can resolve the demonic crisis'? Without a freak like you, it'd take millennia for any human to manage!" 

"And you played along once you realized her plan?" Yamiru asked. 

Leslie ignored him with another eye-roll. 

"But then why did Sherie help me...?" Yamiru recalled his request before leaving Annin's sanctuary—to experience higher-tier power. Sherie had granted it by transferring his consciousness to Yamoshi's Super Saiyan God body. 

Leslie's gaze turned knowing. "No matter how we resist or scheme, we'll eventually return to the World Tree's slumber. I accept this. Sherie does too." 

His form began dissolving into light. Yamiru looked up— 

Blue Skies, White Clouds 

Silence followed the cataclysm. 

As the dust settled... 

Yamiru's golden-haloed body resembled cracked plaster, his arms trembling weakly. 

Opposite him, Satan's charred torso smoldered, unconscious. 

Beside it stood Leslie's true form, glowing faintly as he observed Yamiru. 

A breeze scattered Yamiru's disintegrating body into ash— 

Even his contemplative gaze crumbled to nothing. 

Only the golden halo remained, hovering mid-air. 

Trickles of Other World energy seeped through—agonizingly slow in the living realm. 

'In the afterlife, reconstruction would take seconds. Here? Days.' 

Meanwhile, Leslie tapped Satan's remains with his staff. 

Whoosh! 

Demonic energy surged, restoring the Demon King instantly. 

Across from him, Yamiru's ghost flame materialized beneath the halo. It "glanced" at Satan, then at the sluggish energy flow, as if exasperated. 

'This signal is trash!'

Invoking his divine authority, the flame summoned a torrent of Other World energy— 

A new body took shape beneath the halo. 

The flame hesitated. 

For a split second, it tried to replicate Yamoshi's Super Saiyan God power—and failed. The epiphany had faded. 

With a mental shrug, it dove into the chest. 

Yamiru opened his eyes, exhaling. 

"You've grown stronger again." 

Sherie's voice. She materialized beside him, smiling. 

Like Yamoshi's godly form, her energy was imperceptible—ghostly in its elusiveness. 

Yamiru studied her until her smile faltered. 

"Hey, Sherie!" Leslie called from afar. "Fancy another fight?" 

Leslie gestured to the restored Satan beside him, then pointed at Yamiru standing next to Sherie. 

Before either could respond— 

The sky darkened. 

Leslie and Sherie's expressions froze as they snapped their gazes upward. 

Yamiru squinted. The once-blue heavens had dimmed, replaced by a colossal, shimmering tree-shaped tapestry. Its trunk pierced the cosmos, branches spanning thousands of miles—each leaf a world, each twig a galaxy. Countless beings resembling Kaiōs and Kaiōshin dwelled within its boughs. 

Just glimpsing it made Yamiru's mind reel. 

'The World Tree.'

The source of the Other World. The true Celestial Realm had descended. 

"Enough mischief. Return." 

A voice like the universe itself echoed from the tree's zenith. 

Sherie and Leslie flew side by side, bowing deeply. "As you command." 

With one final glance at Yamiru—a sigh, a flicker of regret—Sherie and her brother soared into the World Tree's trunk, vanishing forever. 

Minutes later, the vision faded. 

Blue skies and white clouds returned. Peace, or its illusion, settled over Earth. 

Yamiru stared at the emptiness for a long time. 

Sherie's resigned face haunted him. That last look—what had it meant? 

A grunt pulled his attention back. 

The wooden, motionless Satan still hovered where Leslie left him. 

From its mouth slithered Leslie's parting words: 

"He's yours now… Useful for cleaning up the remaining demons, I'd wager…"