Cooler: I have a bad feeling about this

Me: no, that's a tree poking you

Cooler: oh

Me: hahaha you know what's going on?

Cooler: you're going to do the disclaimer?

Me: um...you're supposed to reel in horror at the title of the story

Cooler: oh (finally looks at the title)....AHHHHHHHHHHHH why oh, why are you telling this THIS story

Me: I don't own DBZ or Toei or Funimation, i do however own Cooler!

Cooler: i need my therapist!

Frieza's day at Preschool

It was a bright and (ironically) sunny day on Planet Ice, as King Cold drove his two tiny purple bundles of joy to preschool.

"Now Cooler, remember to behave and set a good example for your brother", King Cold said upbeatly, "you know what mummy will do if you are mean to snookums….."he let the word "snookums" linger, almost as a threat.

Cooler rolled his eyes, he wanted to stick out his tongue, but remember his last experience sticking his tongue out next to his baby brother. He shuddered "it took three weeks to completely wash out that baby spit" he thought to himself.

Frieza meanwhile was strapped into his baby seat and gurgled at the mention of "snookums", before filling his annoying brother quota by grabbing Cooler's right cheek and stretching it. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"! Screamed Cooler, "Ahh that's so cute", replied King Cold, as he glanced from the driver's seat, "he loves you". "Yeah" thought Cooler, "loves to cause me pain", "zing!"sang Frieza, before trying to rip Cooler's face off again.

Ten minutes later they arrived at Cooler's preschool, it was his last year, but fate decided that Cooler must spend it with his lovable little brother. The preschool teachers put up a brave face as Cooler marched through the gate, with his eyes looking that they could (and would) literally blast something. King Cold was carrying little Frieza, who decided that daddy's horns would be perfect to swing on.

"Hello Mr Cold and Cooler", Cooler turned his head up to see Ms Nitrogen coming up to him. "Hi"was Coolers reply, as he began to massage his face due to the pain Frieza had inflicted on earlier. "Do you have a boo-boo Cooly-darling?" ask Ms Nitrogen, Cooler pouted and looked at his feet "yes", Ms Nitrogen motioned Cooler to the building blocks "aww poor baby Cooly". Cooler decided to rebuild the tower he built last week, but Ms Nitrogen asked him not to go overboard, as trying to build a one-kilometre tower wasn't very safe and secure.

Meanwhile King Cold introduced Ms Nitrogen to his second little bubsey-wubsey. "Now remember he eats at least once every 2 hours, beware of his face-grabbing and don't make him sneeze". "Is he allergic to anything?" asked Ms Nitrogen, "No", replied King Cold, "but for some completely unexplainable reason every time he sneezes there's an earthquake (or should that be icequate) in the vicinity, oh and there's a lot of snot!"

By this time Frieza had crawled over to a pile of conviently placed feathers and started to frolic in them. "Uh-oh", thought Ms Nitrogen, "Its feather day!"

Right on que Frieza sneezed lightly and a small tremor hit the pre-school. Ms Nitrogen was almost knocked off her feet, Cooler had to rebuild his tower and the other babies began breaking the sound barrier by crying.

Next: Lunch and Naptime!

Cooler: Rocking and sucking his right thumb

Me: oh come on! It's not THAT bad

Cooler: I never want to go to sleep ever again!

Me: but Frieza is sooooooooooooooo cute!

Cooler: and the Ant is a member of the cat family!