Dragon Ball Semi-Saiyan Era of the Gods

Chapter 2

High above the clouds of Moulara, two golden auras clashed like thunder. Airil, a young Half-Saiyan with spiked hair, threw a punch at his sparring partner, Escaro, who parried and countered with a swift kick. Both were in Super Saiyan form, their movements so fast they left afterimages, each impact sending shockwaves through the air. Below them, Kami's Lookout floated serenely amidst the chaos.

Kami, the wise Namekian guardian of Moulara, watched with arms crossed. His light-blue skin reflected the sun as it began to dip below the horizon. He observed the sparring with a calm, but focused expression. The planet Moulara stretched out in all directions beneath them, from the snowy mountains to the distant cities just beginning to light up.

After a particularly intense exchange, Airil and Escaro landed on the lookout's marble tiles, breathing heavily. Despite their exhaustion, they bowed to Kami.

"Excellent," Kami said with a small smile. "You've both improved incredibly. Let's call it for the evening."

Airil stretched, cracking his neck. "Fine by me. That last hit from Escaro almost knocked me into orbit," he joked.

Escaro smirked. "You're getting faster, but you still leave yourself open."

As they bantered, Kami motioned for them to follow, The trio walked to the edge of the lookout, where the planet below glowed beneath them in a sea of colors. The fading light of the blue star cast long shadows across the distant mountains, and the horizon glowed faintly with the approaching twilight.

"I want you two to show me your progress with Super Saiyan 4," Kami said, his voice steady.

The two Saiyans stopped in their tracks, exchanging looks.

"Right now?" Airil asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're exhausted, Kami. You know transformations like that take a lot of energy."

Escaro nodded. "Yeah, we've been sparring all day. Can't we do it tomorrow?"

Kami chuckled softly. "I thought you two loved fighting?"

"We do," Airil said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But Super Saiyan 4 is a whole other level."

Kami sighed. "Alright, first thing tomorrow then. No excuses."

Airil and Escaro nodded, turning to head back toward the lookout's living quarters. But before they could take more than a few steps, Kami's head snapped upward.

"Wait!" Kami shouted, his voice trembling slightly.

The Saiyans halted, confused.

"What's going on?" Airil asked.

Kami's eyes darted to the sky, tracking something they couldn't see. "Oh no... why is he coming here?"

Escaro's fists clenched reflexively. "Who's coming?"

Kami's usually composed voice wavered. "Both of you, listen closely," he said, stepping forward with urgency. "Someone is coming here, and you must show them the utmost respect. No matter what happens, you must not challenge them."

Airil crossed his arms, trying to ease the tension. "What, is it some kind of god?"

Kami's eyes locked with Airil's. "Yes. A God of Destruction."

Before they could respond, an intense light engulfed the lookout. A pillar of energy descended like a comet, slamming into the marble tiles with a force that shook the platform. As the light faded, two figures emerged.

One was a tall, regal figure with blue skin, white hair, and a staff topped with a floating black orb. His expression was calm. The other figure was even more imposing. A jackal-headed being with reddish-brown fur, three fox-like tails, and piercing eyes. His presence radiated raw, destructive power.

"L-Lord Arma, what an honor," Kami stammered, dropping to one knee. He shot a glance at Airil and Escaro, who hesitated before following suit.

Arma, the jackal-headed figure, strolled to the edge of the lookout, gazing down at the planet. "Hmm, fancy place you've got here," he said, his gravelly voice laced with amusement.

"Th-Thank you, my Lord," Kami replied, his voice shaking.

Airil and Escaro exchanged uneasy glances. They had never seen Kami act like this.

Arma turned from the edge and to the two Saiyans. "And who are these?" he asked.

Airil straightened up and stood tall. "I'm Airil, a Half-Saiyan born on the planet Sadala."

Arma's expression shifted slightly. "Half-Saiyan?" he asked, sounding disappointed.

Airil nodded. "Yes, my lord."

"And you?" Arma asked, turning his gaze to Escaro.

"I'm Escaro, also a Half-Saiyan," Escaro replied, mimicking Airil's posture.

Arma's eyes narrowed, his tails twitching. "You said there would be Saiyans here," he said, glancing back at the blue-skinned figure.

Zurial bowed slightly. "The oracle never mentioned their purity, my lord. But they are Saiyans nonetheless."

Arma huffed, his gaze returning to the two warriors. "Do you two enjoy fighting?" he asked, noticing their bruises and the lingering heat from their recent battle.

"Of course," Airil said, his voice full of pride. "We love a good fight."

"Very good," Arma muttered, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Tell me, is that blond hair because of your impure blood? I thought Saiyans had black hair."

Airil clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger. "You wanna find out for yourself?" he challenged, stepping forward.

"Airil!" Kami hissed in warning.

Arma's lips curled into a wicked grin, baring his sharp, canine teeth. "Explain," he said calmly.

"It's a transformation," Airil said. "We call it Super Saiyan. It multiplies our power fiftyfold."

"Is that so?" Arma mused, his grin fading. Without warning, he raised his hand and flicked his thumb. A small ball of purple ki formed at the tip of his finger and shot out like a bullet, striking a tree in the lookout's garden. The tree disintegrated instantly, leaving nothing but a smoldering crater.

Airil's eyes widened in shock as the heat of the blast washed over him. He turned back to Arma, suddenly realizing the overwhelming gap between them.

"Who... who are you?" Airil asked, his voice trembling.

Arma's grin returned. "I am a God of Destruction," he said. "I'm Stronger than anything you could ever imagine."

Airil's heart raced, but excitement surged through him despite the fear. "Then let's see what you've got," Airil said, his golden aura flaring as he prepared to face the unimaginable power before him.