Age 767, Western Quadrant of the Milky Way Galaxy...
The system that the planet Acri resided in had been a very peaceful system once, the Acrians content to spend their days mining their world's abundant resources and farming their bountiful lands. They weren't a peaceful species by any means, but they weren't war mongers either, and would have in all likelihood been a forgotten species on a forgotten planet in a forgotten section of the galaxy.
Until the ship of the third son of King Cold appeared in their atmosphere. Within hours the planet was thrown into disarray as a futile attempt at defense was enacted. That same day would normally have ended with the eradication of said defenses, dismantling of the system's governments, and full enslavement of the entire species. That was until Arcta got some unexpected news.
"What!? Father and Frieza have been killed!?" A voice exclaimed.
"Yes Lord Arcta, and reports have come in that Lord Cooler has been killed as well." The soldier said.
Arcta's eyes widened in shock. His father and two brothers, both killed? It was to preposterous to be true. "Where has this information come from?" He asked.
"A report came in from the crew of your father's ship that they had picked up Frieza near the remains of a planet called Naamak. He was heavily injured and apparently heavy cybernetic surgery was required to save his life." The soldier said.
Arcta raised an eyebrow. Cybernetics? Arcta scowled at the very thought, disgusted at his brother's incompetence.
"He must have underestimated the race he attempted to conquer." Arcta said.
The soldier continued. "From what we have heard, the race was somehow...transported off the planet. Lord Frieza then commenced battle with a unknown Saiyan, which is where he was injured."
Arcta rubbed his chin in thought. A Saiyan? The only Saiyans remaining that he knew of were Prince Vegeta and his crew. Had they successfully rebelled?
"Continue." Arcta said.
The soldier nodded. "After the the signal from your brother's ship disappeared, your father went to investigate. He was able to locate the badly damaged body of your brother, and they repaired him with the cybernetics. They then travelled to a backwater planet in the western sector, and contact was then lost and has not been reestablished."
Arcta raised an eyebrow. "Hasn't been reestablished? So there's no definitive proof they are dead then?"
"Reports from your brother's crew suggest otherwise sir." The soldier said. "They received the reports that I just gave you from your father's crew. After their signal disappeared, Lord Cooler took his crew to investigate, and we only just now received the reports."
Arcta nodded. Cooler disliked Frieza and their father intensely, but Cooler would not let such an embarrassment stand. "And what happened?" Arcta asked.
"It would be better for you to watch the surveillance footage sir." The soldier said.
Arcta pursed his lips but nodded, turning around to face the window that stared out into space. "Show it."
Immediately the window turned into a screen, showing a small planet. Most of the world showed the blue of an ocean, though there were some large land masses. The planet looked to be of a more primitive state. Out of the corner of his eye, Arcta saw a bright light coming from the north western part of the planet. Suddenly, a large beam shot out from the planet, pushing a large orb out towards the galaxy's sun.
"Freeze the footage." Arcta said. The footage stopped. "Rewind." The footage began rewinding, showing the beam now retreating back to the planet. In only a moment the orb returned to view. "Stop." The footage froze. "Magnify on that orb at the end of the beam."
The footage zoomed in, showing the orb to be a bright, orange ball that resembled a small sun. That could only be his families Supernova. The magnification ceased, showing the orb being pushed by a beam of blue energy.
"Why has the magnification ceased?" Arcta asked.
"Forgive me Lord Arcta," an engineer's voice came. "But this is as far as the magnification allows."
Arcta nodded, staring at the orb. He could make out what appeared to be a being getting pushed by the orb, which was being pushed by the energy beam. "Where did we get this footage?" Arcta asked.
"Lord Cooler's crew sir." The soldier said. "They reported that once they lost the life signals of Lord Cooler and his squadron, they retreated from the planet."
"Cowardice, but understandable." Arcta said. He stared at the film and sighed. So it was true then. Cooler had died fighting the planet's inhabitants, and it followed that Frieza and his father had both failed as well. Arcta was now the last surviving member of his family, and the rightful king.
"Where is this world located?" Arcta asked.
"Western Quadrant, Sector forty-seven sir!" The soldier responded.
Arcta nodded. "Begin preparations immediately. We will depart for this planet at once."
"Sir!?" The soldier exclaimed. "Forgive me for speaking so bluntly, but is this wise? The beings of this planet have killed both your father and your two brothers."
"I recognize the risks involved, but there is more to consider here." Arcta stated. "It now falls to me to run the empire my family has established. Word will obviously soon spread of the deaths of my family, and many planets will attempt to rebel. If I do not destroy this planet, many others will have to be destroyed instead."
The soldier nodded. "We will follow your orders Lord Arcta!"
"Lord Arcta, coordinates have been put in!" The ship's helman called. "Calculating needed refuel and supply stops puts this journey taking three galactic years."
"Calculate any added time taken by inspecting potential planets." Arcta stated, leaning back in his hoverchair. No need to put pleasure before business after all.
"That will probably increase time by another year and a half Lord Arcta." The helmsman replied after a minute.
"Good, more time to prepare." Arcta said as he stared out at the vast expanse of space. By virtue of being a Frost Demon and son of King Cold, Arcta was far from a weak being. Even being the weakest of his family by far, his maximum power being only slightly stronger than Freeza's weakest form, that was still far and beyond what most other beings possessed. The only beings stronger than Arcta were his family members, the God of Destruction Beerus and his attendant Whis, and being known as Buu.
But apparently there were now new additions to this list.
Arcta was a pragmatic being by nature. Where his family reveled in their power and cruelty, Arcta preferred to merely resolve a situation and move on the the next task. Cooler had been very much the same way, but his brother never could resist the opportunity to prove himself the superior choice to their father. He never could get past the fact that of all of them, Freeza was the favorite. But at least their father could stand the sight of Cooler.
Arcta hadn't been sent to one of the most sparsely populated quadrants of the galaxy with what could barely be considered a skeleton crew because of his father's overwhelming love for him. It also wasn't that same overwhelming love that had caused Arcta's crew to be filled with the very dregs of his father's forces.
Arcta had long since accepted his lot in life, and instead focused on his section of the galaxy. But now that section was far larger, and if Arcta were to succeed where the rest of his family had failed, he'd have to do the one thing that none in his family had ever done before.
He'd have to train.
"Lord Arcta...what do we do about the Acrians?" The soldier behind Arcta asked.
Arcta's eyes fell on the planet below, the peaceful clouds hiding the chaotic surface beneath. After a moment, Arcta gave an unsettling smile before rising out of his chair.
"We go on business as usual." Arcta said as he walked to the door.
...
So I began posting this story a few months ago, but I felt like some things were moving to quickly and I wasn't able to establish characters and relationships as well as I wanted. I pulled the story with the full intentions of just reworking a few things and getting back to it as soon as possible. Than a few months passed, and I found the time to actually do it.
The funny thing is that most people would probably point out I'm already working on another story, and shouldn't spread myself to thin. The problem is that whenever I sit down to write in that one, all that comes to mind is DBZ. Well, that and another story that I plan on releasing soon. But enough on that.
So, Arcta is returning to the galaxy to spread fear. Yes the name of Arcta is a play on the word Arctic, following the naming conventions of Freeza and his race. His story though is not to be found in merely an invasion of Earth and death at the Z Fighters hands (You want that story, watch Cooler's Revenge). But every story needs a beginning, and as one who has the name Freeza at the top of all time best villains, I'm excited to, in my own way, capitalize on a relationship with one of the strongest in the universe.
So let's do this in DBZ fashion, no?
Who is this dark figure from villain's past? And what evil plans does he have in store for the Earth and it's heroes? Find out next time, on DragonBall Z, Saga of Arcta!