Dragon Ball Semi-Saiyan Era of the Gods

Chapter 3

Airil stepped into the open space of the lookout, his body tense. Arma watched with mild intrigue, arms crossed, his expression more amused than concerned.

"As I said, this is my Super Saiyan form," Airil declared, gesturing to his spiky golden hair and glowing aura.

"Yes, yes, I'm not an idiot," Arma replied, sounding bored. His tail flicked lazily, showing his disinterest in Airil's power.

Airil gritted his teeth but remained composed. He began powering up again, his golden aura intensifying as electricity crackled around him. His hair stood up straighter, and arcs of lightning danced across his body, sending small shockwaves rippling through the air.

"And this is what's known as Super Saiyan 2.

"Very well," Arma replied with a yawn, clearly unimpressed. He lifted a single finger, still not taking Airil seriously.

Nearby, Zurial quietly gestured for Kami and Escaro to follow him inside. "Best to leave them to it," he whispered as they slipped away.

"I'm ready when you are, Saiyan," Arma said casually, still holding up just one finger.

Wasting no time, Airil lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches and kicks with lightning speed. But Arma blocked every strike effortlessly with his single finger. It was as if he was toying with him.

Frustrated, Airil backed off and charged up a Kamehameha, the blue energy surging between his hands. With a roar, he unleashed the wave at Arma. The beam shot through the air like a freight train, but Arma simply swatted the attack aside, the beam crashing into the lookout's edge, leaving a smoldering crater.

Airil's eyes widened in disbelief. Even in Super Saiyan 2, he couldn't make a dent. His breath came in heavy gasps as he realized this wasn't just another opponent.

"Giving up already?" Arma's voice carried a mocking boredom. "I'm starting to get bored, Saiyan."

Airil snarled and summoned every ounce of strength he had left. His golden aura exploded around him, brighter and fiercer than ever before. His hair grew longer, flowing down his back as his energy skyrocketed. The entire lookout trembled under the force. In cities miles away, windows shattered, and people stared in awe at the shockwaves.

"This... is Super Saiyan 3!" Airil shouted.

Arma glanced at him, mildly interested. "Are you done yet?" he asked with a yawn.

"For now," Airil replied with a smirk.

"Good," Arma grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. "Then hit me with all you've got."

Without hesitation, Airil charged again, faster and stronger than before. He launched a barrage of attacks, his fists flying in a blur, every blow crackling with energy. But Arma dodged effortlessly, moving as if Airil's attacks were nothing but a breeze. Airil flew higher, firing a storm of Ki blasts, hundreds of them raining down toward the god.

Arma deflected them with casual swipes of his hand, the blasts ricocheting harmlessly off his invisible barrier. The ground around them was scarred by the explosions, but Arma remained untouched. His grin never faded.

Airil then stopped mid-air, gathering all his remaining energy for one powerful attack. He cupped his hands together as he began to charge a dense ball of orangish-yellow energy, resembling a miniature star. He then launched the attack at the god of Destruction.

But Arma simply swatted the attack aside again, sending the dense ball of Ki crashing into a distant mountain, causing a spectating Supernova explosion.

Airil's energy was spent. He gasped, staring in disbelief. Even in Super Saiyan 3, he couldn't touch him.

"Is that all you've got?" Arma asked, sounding even more bored. "If you've got no more tricks, we're done here." He began to turn away.

"Wait!" Airil's voice cracked with desperation.

Arma paused, curious.

With his last ounce of strength, Airil powered up again, the lookout trembling beneath his feet. His golden aura turned a fiery red, arcs of red energy shooting out from his body. The power he emitted shook the entire planet. Buildings in distant cities collapsed as the sheer force of his transformation sent shockwaves through the atmosphere. When the light faded, Airil stood before Arma, his body covered in red fur, and long black hair flowing down his back. His eyes gleamed with newfound strength.

"This... is Super Saiyan 4," Airil said, his voice deep and guttural.

"My, my," Arma's expression shifted, genuinely impressed for the first time. "You've outdone yourself. But this is still far too primitive for a Super Saiyan God."

"Super Saiyan God?" Airil echoed, confused.

"No matter," Arma continued, waving the thought away. "You're stronger than before. That's all that matters. Now, come at me."

Airil vanished in an instant, reappearing beside Arma and swinging his fist with all his might. But Arma blocked effortlessly, barely moving. He countered with two quick punches to Airil's chest and stomach, sending the Saiyan flying back, gasping for breath.

Desperate, Airil fired a massive red energy blast, but Arma waved it away like the others. Then, with a flick of his finger, Arma sent a purple energy beam homing in on Airil, striking him in the back with devastating force. The explosion sent Airil hurtling over the edge of the lookout, unconscious and bleeding, his body reverting to its base form.

"Airil!" Escaro cried, rushing from the building. She flew down, catching him and pulling him back to safety on the lookout. Airil's body was limp, his breathing shallow.

"Airil, can you hear me?" she asked, shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave her a weak smile.

"How... how could he be so strong?" he whispered before slipping into unconsciousness.

On a distant peak, a hooded figure watched the battle unfold. "Interesting," the figure mused. "That was over faster than expected. But then again, what did he expect, fighting a God of Destruction?" With a chuckle, the figure faded into the shadows.