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Frost - Chapter 2

Year 685

I was now eleven years old and for the standards of my race I was physically fully grown. I stood at six feet, with a muscular but lean build thanks to my training. As I reached this stage of my growth, Cooler informed me that it was time for me to learn how to create my own Bio-Suit and, subsequently, how to use it to suppress my power.

My brother was usually the one to instruct me in matters of combat, Ki manipulation and martial arts, while our father usually took some time to teach me how to manage the planets under the Planet Trade Organisation's control.

We were in the ship's training room, the floor littered with shattered ceramic to mark my first, unsuccessful, attempts at small-scale telekinesis. That was another thing that took me by surprise. Apparently once someone awoke their Ki they could learn, with some effort, how to interact with the world with their minds alone. Telekinesis and telepathy were in my reach, even if the former would never equal to my destructive potential with Ki, it was still something that could prove useful in the future. The psionic powers I was starting to learn were very different from real magic, or so Cooler told me, for magic was mainly used to cast curses, spells and and even achieve limited foresight.

"Most magic users are quite weak, but beware the powerful sorcerers. They do not have the same power we do, but they can be a tricky opponent." That was my introduction to magic some years ago, while I was still refining my Ki control, "But you do not have to worry too much about them, powerful magic users are rare and usually prefer to hole up somewhere to further study their craft." Cooler reassured me.

"Today I'll be teaching you how to grow a Bio-Suit over your body and to use it to contain your power," my brother began. This was going to be one of the last times I would be able to train with him. Having reached 16 years of age, Cooler was going to begin building his own little empire in the galaxy, while I would have some more years to look forward to while under my father's tutelage.

Cooler stood in front of me, his form markedly different from his base form that I was used to. He was taller than me by at least two feet, he was more bulky, his shoulders stretched wide with white pauldrons extending from them, while his head was more elongated, a helmet growing from the top of his head and stretching upwards, with two horns emerging from either side. His skin retained its purple coloration but the Bio-Suit he grew was as white as my skin.

"First, keep in mind the sensation of displacing your Suit from your groin area." He began and I paid close attention to his words.

What Cooler was talking about was the process where our race retracted our limited groin protection to let our genitals free in preparation for sex. Usually that area was fully covered, since our bodies didn't produce waste.

I nodded to him, letting him know I had the sensation in mind. "Remember that feeling, but spread it through your whole body. Instead of taking away though, you'll have to create. You'll have to use Ki in this process to fuel the growth, but the amount is minimal. When you feel it starting, build in your mind's eye the desired image and let the process complete itself."

I frowned in confusion, "How?" I asked.

Cooler chuckled, a hand waving the question away, "I needn't use more words, for it is instinctual for us from a certain point."

I nodded and closed my eyes, then focused on my body, the signals it was sending me and keeping in mind the sensation of retracting a part of it into myself. I furrowed my brows in concentration and slowly I became aware of an itching that was spreading to cover all of my limbs. Recalling my brother's advice, I pictured what I wanted my Bio-Suit to look like. A pair of bracers on my forearms and my torso bulking up, armour emerging from it to cover my chest and abdomen.

Cooler was right, as soon as I had the complete image I could feel some instinctual part of me take control of the process, moulding and directing the transformation. I felt a trickle of Ki siphoning away from my pool and spreading itself to cover me.

I opened my eyes and watched in fascination as the flesh on my forearms seemed to liquefy before starting to bubble up and expanding. It was quite painless and I watched, enraptured, as a white armour-like material settled itself over my forearms, red gem-plates growing in the centre before the whole thing stopped moving and solidified.

I stretched my arms and rotated my torso, adjusting to the increase in size. I threw punches in the air and backflipped to get a taste of how the chest plate restricted my movements, but it seemed to be quite flexible, all things told.

A slow clap brought my attention back to Cooler, who was sporting a satisfied smile. "Good, you managed it on your first try. Now I want you to do the same thing, but cover your whole body, from head to toe. When the Suit is almost finished forming, pour the amount of Ki you want into it, separating it from the rest of your Ki pool. The Bio-Suit will function as a seal, letting you use what power you poured into its creation. You don't have to worry about not having enough Ki, as your main pool will keep replenishing it, but you won't be able to use your full power unless you destroy the Bio-Suit. Unlike what you just did," He pointed at my forearms, "This type of Suit cannot be retracted without destroying it first thanks to the greater amount of Ki used in its creation."

"How does it work, exactly?" I questioned, still baffled by the Suit's ability to contain Ki.

"I don't know." My brother shrugged his huge shoulders, "Still, it works. Give it a try, Frost."

I hesitated a moment. Did I really have to do this? I didn't like the idea of suppressing my power. Still, I knew that I only had to destroy the Suit for the blocks to disappear, but I was wary of actually making use of a transformation. I recalled all too well how Frieza wasn't capable of using his full power because he wasn't used to it and I had no intention on doing the same. It wasn't actually strenuous to be in my base form, I didn't know why Cooler and my father choose to limit themselves this way.

Ultimately, I decided to give this a try. It wouldn't hurt to have the knowledge of how to do this, even if I wouldn't make use of it.

I repeated what I did earlier, step by step, only this time I imagined myself differently, I was covered head to toe in white armour, with red gem-plates on my chest, shoulders and adorning my bracers and greaves, my head was slightly bigger, with two horns growing from the sides, while the only visible portion of my body were my eyes.

I shuddered slightly as the change washed over me as I poured a good amount of Ki into the process, mentally placing an imaginary barrier between my Ki pool and what I used for the transformation.

I opened my eyes to find myself eye-level with my brother, who was watching my new form with interest.

I, meanwhile, was feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I experimentally clenched my fists and fired a Ki blast at the far wall, marvelling at the ease with which I could do it. It was still instinctive and the power was the same as if I'd been in my natural form but I couldn't help but feel it easier to do.

"Finished yet?" Cooler's drawl broke me our of my reverie and I shot him a look, demanding answers. He only laughed as he neared me a clapped me on my armoured shoulder. "I know you wondered why father and I kept our power contained, I did the same before I undertook my own transformation. Feels different, does it?"

I nodded, "That Ki blast, it was..." I paused, at a loss for words.

"Easier? Less mentally draining?" He asked knowingly, "That is the reason we limit ourselves, Frost. Our power is so high we have difficulties controlling it to the fullest. By limiting ourselves with smaller Ki reserves, we can manipulate our energy with more precision and without having to split our attention to managing such enormous pools of energy."

"I understand," I said slowly, as pieces of a puzzle suddenly slotted into place. This was why Frieza limited himself, because without having to pay attention to his full power, he could focus more on combat and, over time, he grew accustomed to having to manage a smaller reserve of Ki. I scowled at Cooler, "It doesn't mean I have to like it."

With that, I broke through the seal my new Bio-Suit placed upon me. "HA!" I yelled, igniting my aura, white wisps of energy surrounded me and formed a flame-like cloak until my whole body was covered by it. I felt my Ki surge through my body and shattering the Suit, cracks appearing on it before the fragments exploded from my form before dissolving in Ki particles. I panted for a moment, the full weight of my Ki once more under my direct control.

Cooler raised an eyebrow, "Suit yourself, Frost. But it will be difficult for you to control your full power without the transformations." He started to walk away, a hand raised in farewell, "I'll see you later, father wanted to talk with me about something."

I watched his retreating back as I struggled to make my Ki flow turn to its previous calm state. Only a minute under a limiting transformation and I could already feel how hard it would be to gain perfect control of my power. I thought longingly for a moment about doing it, but I immediately refused to consider it again. I would not limit myself in such a way, I would not succumb under the weight of my Ki. It could take me years to achieve a level of mastery over my Ki I would be satisfied with, but I had decades ahead of me to refine my control, I was in no rush.

oOo

I stood beside my father in front of a viewing window, the empty expanse of space all I could see outside as the ship traveled to its unknown destination. I waited patiently for my father to explain our sudden detour from our flight plan to some unmapped region of space.

"Did I ever tell you how our race reached the stars, my son?" King Cold's voice was soft but could clearly be heard throughout the room we were in. We were in his private chambers and I could detect no servants nearby.

"No, father." I replied, curiosity tinging my tone. That was something Cooler never told me during our training sessions and my father never mentioned the rest of our race.

A small smile adorned my father's face as he started to talk, "It was my namesake, Cold, that almost a millennia ago managed to escape his planet's gravity. He was the first to exhibit our mutation, that which gives us our power." He looked down upon me pointedly. I nodded, my head barely reaching his biceps. "Only he among our race had enough power to sustain his flight from the planet until he reached a more advanced civilisation and conquered them. They had enough technological knowledge to build primitive spacecraft and he took it for his own, recruiting promising members from the race he just crushed and started to conduct raids on the neighbouring systems for riches and further knowledge to send back to his family. His son continued his father's business and his son after him until Chilled gained the technology for the Healing Pods. The rest, as you know, is history."

I remained silent, waiting for my father to make his point. He wasn't one for sentimentality so there had to be a reason for this lesson in the past of our clan.

"From the first Cold and to me and your brother, we all kept a secret that is never to be shared with outsiders of our clan. I expect you to keep it as well and pass it to your children in the future." He paused for a bit, his gaze piercing me with its intensity, "The location of our homeworld."

I gave a start at that, looking at my father in surprise. He gestured with a hand to the viewing port, "It should come into view soon."

Indeed, a scant few minutes later, we entered a solar system that wasn't present in any database I knew of. Three planets orbited a yellow star and our ship headed in the direction of the second one. As we neared I started to make out the frozen world that entered my vision. It was covered in ice, frozen mountains reaching high into the sky while snowflakes drifted down to the planet in a steady fall. Short and wide buildings dotted the entire planet and with my improved vision I could make out tiny white dots moving in the cities. This was my race's homeworld.

My father's hand landed heavily upon my shoulder, "Remember, Frost, no one must know of our world's existence. No one." With those ominous worlds still ringing in my ears, the ship entered the atmosphere and headed to what I could recognise as a palace. It was wide and short like every other building, but its sheer size alone denoted its purpose. It easily dwarfed the neighbouring homes and it made up almost a quarter of the city by itself.

My father's footsteps could be heard as he started for the exit of his chambers, "Come. It's time for you to meet the rest of your kin."

oOo

Aaand done. Next chapter you'll get some NSFW content and Frost will have to make a decision. Thoughts? I don't know how well I handled the Bio-Suit matter.