Chapter 1: Resurrection

Frieza picked up a tiny light green shard. "There it is, father," Frieza snickered. "The final piece," King Cold chuckled. "Do you really believe this guy will help us defeat Goku?" Cooler asked, skeptical of the power it held. "Of course! It was some luck, me finding that book about him in the Hell Library. It's a challenge to find good books in that library," Frieza replied. "Well, perhaps that's why they call it the Hell Library. And it wasn't lucky of us to find a book about him. It was lucky you still had one follower left who gathered those Black Star Dragon Balls and wished you back," Cooler countered. "Watch it, Cooler. Remember I was the one who wished you back. You're in debt to me," Frieza replied with a sneer. "And remember, Frieza, I can send you back to Hell!" Cooler threatened, charging a blast in his hand. "Is that so? Please, I could kill you right here and now!" Frieza laughed, walking over to the mostly completed crystal on the table next to him. Cooler was about to blast Frieza when King Cold caught Cooler's hand. "Can't the two of you at least show some form of civility when we release him?" King Cold growled. Cooler hmphed. Frieza placed the last piece of the crystal into it. The crystal shined bright, recognizing it had been rebuilt. "Perfect!" Frieza squealed. "I swear if you're voice cracks one more time, I'm going to seriously reconsider even calling you my brother!" Cooler snarled. "Back up, brother, you don't want to break a nail, that would be the worst!" Fireza laughed. Cooler nearly blasted his head off. Frieza's hands started to glow. "Now, let's see if this works…" Frieza murmured. He splayed his hands and the crystal began glow brighter and brighter, until it started to sublimate into a green gas. The gas formed into a being. The being became solid. The being was roaring at the top of his lungs. He stopped after realizing he was. Frieza immediately bowed down to him. "Lord Galacia! You are real!" Frieza seemed overjoyed. King Cold bowed down on one knee. Cooler just stood. Galacia looked at the three.

Galacia was about as tall as Cooler, had black skin with the same bone color as the three. His head-plate was white with a split of dark blue in the center. His chest-plate was the same as Frieza's in his first form except all purple parts are more dark blue. He had three toes all black as his skin. He had some kind of skirt guard much like Bardock's saiyan armor does, only it's made out of pure bone structure. His tale was bone plated all the way to the razor sharp tip. Spikes jutted out of his shoulders. Two outward dentations were on his upper forehead and two horns poke out the top of his head. A mouth cover made of bone covered the bottom of his face. His face markings were dark blue. His pupils shined a blood red.

"Who are you?" Galacia demanded. "I am Frieza, my lord. I have released you from your prison, hoping you could help me with a little problem I have," Frieza said, never looking up from his bowing position. "And you two?" Galacia asked, looking over at Cooler and King Cold. "I am Frieza's father, King Cold," King Cold replied. "And I'm Cooler. Frieza's my brother. Look, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything but I doubt you'll be able to help us with our problem," Cooler spoke. Galacia stepped off the table and walked up to Cooler. Never breaking eye contact. He stood there for a long time. Galacia finally laughed. The laugh could be heard throughout Frieza's Spaceship. "I like you, Prince Cooler," Galacia chuckled. He walked back next to the table he got off of. "Look, I'd love to help-" Galacia stopped and looked down at Frieza. "Oh, get up boy! Stop groveling like a spineless coward! As I was saying, I'd love to help my own kind with a problem, but I have a score to settle with the father of the Super Saiyan," Galacia finished. "I'm sorry, my lord, but you've been trapped in that crystal for over 10000 years!" King Cold exclaimed. "What?" Galacia stepped back, stunned. "So there weere Super Saiyans back then, too?" Frieza asked. "No, there was a Super Saiyan. As in singular. I killed him," Galacia growled.

"I knew he was the one to help us!" Frieza laughed cheerfully. "Did your voice just crack?" Galacia asked. "Erm… no?" Frieza whimpered. "Lord, I know for a fact that there is more than one super saiyan. A particular Saiyan that goes by the name of Goku. He's who were after," King Cold explained. Galacia stood still for a moment. "What? A Super Saiyan? Giving you trouble?" Galacia roared. "Well, yes…" King Cold laughed nervously. "So, you can't hide your true powers. You truly are weak," Galacia hmphed. "What? How do you…" Cooler's voice trailed off. "Isn't it obvious? I can sense powers, something I've already guessed has left my race over 10000 years," Galacia snarled. "But, sir it's not only that were weak, but the Super Saiyan we fought is unbelievably strong!" Frieza whimpered. Galacia turned toward Frieza. "Is he now?" Galacia hissed. Frieza instinctively held up his hands in defense. Galacia turned toward King Cold. "Go. Take me to this Goku. I'll show you all he's no stronger than the Super Saiyan I defeated," Galacia ordered.