Dragon Ball Semi-Saiyan Era of the Gods

Chapter 5

Days had passed since Airil and Escaro arrived on Arma's planet. Though they had adapted to the intense gravity, the lack of actual training gnawed at them. Each day felt longer than the last, with a sense of stagnation hanging in the air. They had expected constant battles or fierce trials to push their limits. But instead, they found themselves reduced to doing chores and waiting around, all while the weight of the planet pressed down on them.

Sitting on the soft purple grass, they gazed up at the swirling red and violet skies, frustration mounting like a tidal wave inside them. The scenery was surreal, almost mesmerizing, but it was hard to appreciate its beauty when impatience festered in their chests.

"What do you think Zurial's doing?" Escaro grumbled, her hand moving to toss a rock across the field, watching it skip and roll in the distance. "He's been gone for hours."

Airil, lying back with his arms behind his head, frowned at the comment. "I'm sure he'll be back soon. He wouldn't just leave us here without a reason." His voice lacked confidence, trying to convince himself more than Escaro.

Escaro shot him a glare, her blue eyes narrowing in frustration. "I thought we came here to train to become Super Saiyan Gods, not play house. Instead, we've spent a week doing nothing but waiting and running errands. We're supposed to be warriors, not servants."

Airil shrugged. "I'm sure there's a reason for all this waiting," he said, though his patience was wearing thin as well. He wanted to train, to grow stronger. But all they had done was nothing really.

Escaro clenched her fists, her frustration building with every passing second. "I'm tired of waiting! What's the point of bringing us here if we're not going to train?"

As if summoned by her anger, a flash of light appeared in front of them, revealing Zurial, who held a tray of... something.

"My apologies for the delay," Zurial said cheerfully. "I found this dish on a distant planet and just had to try it. Fancy a taste?"

Airil and Escaro both stared in confusion at the gelatinous yellow blob on the tray, purple spheres embedded within the slimy surface.

"I'm not sure about that," Escaro said, eyeing the strange food with suspicion. "What exactly is it?"

Zurial clutched the dish dramatically, as if it were a prized treasure. "This, my friends, is a delicacy. A jelly made from Rilath beast fat, with fruit seeds for added texture. A true cosmic delight, I assure you."

Airil grimaced. "Uh, sounds... unique. But trust me, Maulara's food is better. That and it actually looks edible."

Zurial chuckled, completely unfazed by their reactions, as he scooped a spoonful into his mouth. "You don't know what you're missing."

Escaro crossed her arms, ignoring the food. "Enough of this. When do we start real training? We didn't come all the way here to sample alien cuisine. We came here to become Super Saiyan Gods."

"Ah, you Saiyans are always in such a rush. You must understand, the path to Godhood requires more than brute strength and battles. It demands patience, something you two clearly lack."

"Patience?" Escaro scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We've been patient, but sitting around doing nothing isn't going to make us any stronger."

Airil stepped in, trying to calm things. "We're ready to learn," he said, his tone calm but firm. "We know God Ki is different from regular Ki, but we need some guidance. We're not going to figure it out by sitting here."

Zurial sighed, an understanding expression on his face. "God Ki is indeed different. It's far more refined than the Ki you're accustomed to. Think of it like comparing a river to an ocean. Your normal Ki may be vast and powerful, but God Ki is incomprehensibly deeper. But acquiring it... that's another matter entirely."