Dragon Ball Semi-Saiyan Era of the Gods

Chapter 1

Somewhere in Space

A blinding beam of purple energy tore through the endless void of space, casting an eerie glow across the stars. It arced through the cosmos before turning sharply, homing back toward its target. A towering Saiyan with long, fiery red hair and a thick red tail swaying behind him. His muscular frame barely flinched as he lifted his arm, deflecting the attack with ease. The shockwave from the deflection rippled through space, sending nearby asteroids spinning off course.

Opposite him floated a beast-like figure with the head of a jackal, reddish-brown fur covering his sleek, powerful body, and three long, fox-like tails swaying behind him. His eyes gleamed with delight as he watched the aftermath of the Saiyan's effortless defense.

"I see you're still standing," the jackal-headed creature sneered, his voice sharp and mocking. "But how much longer can you last?"

Without waiting for a reply, the jackal whipped his hand forward, launching a torrent of violet energy orbs toward the Saiyan. The orbs crackled and pulsed with destructive power, each one capable of obliterating a planet. Yet the Saiyan remained unfazed.

With a flicker of movement too fast to follow, he began swatting away the orbs like they were nothing more than insects. The energy blasts were deflected in every direction, and one shot off toward a nearby planet.

As it made contact with the atmosphere, the planet began to dissolve slowly, before erupting in a flash of blinding light.

The jackal-headed being grinned, but the Saiyan showed no reaction to the destruction. Instead, his eyes narrowed as red energy began to swirl around his body, intensifying with every passing second. The space around him distorted as his power surged, creating shockwaves so intense they threatened to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

The jackal's grin faltered for a moment. "Impressive," His eyes flickered with a mix of excitement and unease.

They charged at each other again. Their fists met in a collision of raw power that reverberated through the cosmos, sending out a wave of destruction. Nearby stars flickered as the energy from their battle washed over them. The very universe trembled under their might.

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"My lord?" a distant voice echoed.

"Wha—?" Arma mumbled groggily, his voice muffled by layers of blankets.

"My lord, it's time to get up." The voice was calm yet firm.

Suddenly, the blankets were flung off by a tall, blue-skinned figure holding a staff, his regal appearance betraying a hint of annoyance.

"Oh, Zurial, why do you have to do that? It was just getting good," the figure complained, eyes still closed.

"If you're referring to your dream, my apologies, Lord Arma," Zurial said with a polite bow, his face remaining impassive. With a wave of his staff, a set of neatly folded green Gi pants appeared beside Arma.

Arma sat up and opened his eyes, which were completely black except for white irises. After dressing in his green Gi pants, he stepped outside. Arma lazily stood, his eyes scanning the horizon of the landscape before him. Blue and purple flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, their soft glow illuminating the ground beneath them. The peaceful scenery stood in stark contrast to the violent dream still lingering in his mind.

"Zurial!" Arma called out sharply.

"Yes, my lord?" Zurial responded immediately, stepping forward.

"That dream I had..." Arma paused, frowning slightly. "It was more than just a dream."