Cooler's rage-filled roars rang throughout the entire wasteland, his black ki aura flaring up into the sky as his muscles bulged out to larger proportion. He was filled with as much power as he could muster right now, but while the muscles amped up his physical strength they would prove highly damaging to the Arcosian's speed. Trunks was slightly taken aback by Cooler's sheer ferocity, but he supposed the reaction was to be expected and he himself understood Cooler's grief quite well. For a fleeting moment, Trunks had empathy for Cooler...But it passed as quickly as it came, and he firmly gripped his sword.
Cooler pushed off the ground and shattered the earth beneath him with a powerful shockwave his newly bulked-up muscles caused. He swung one punch out, which Trunks managed to dodge. The youth made another swipe wit his sword, but Cooler managed to flip over the blade and throw a kick at Trunks' head. He briefly thought the blow connected, but only after-image remained of where Cooler had struck. He looked skyward to see Trunks making a downward swipe, and the bulked up Arcosian narrowly avoided getting cleaved in two, recieving only a small slash across his ivory chestplate for his trouble. Purple lightning sparked around Cooler's tightly clenched fist, and he quickly launched a large beam of purple ki at Trunks.
The young time traveller grunted and held his free hand out, catching the incoming wave. It burnt his palm and he very nearly lost his grip on the destructive blast, keeping his sword firmly gripped in his other hand. The lightning coming from the wave was locking up his muscles, and if he didn't do something soon he could have a muscle spasm and lose his grip on the attack. With one loud yell of exertion, her moved his hand and flung the purple ki blast in another direction, the blast sailing off into the horizon until it hit a distant mesa and vaporised it on impact. Trunks blew on his singed palm, and wordlessly landed infront of the enraged Cooler, his whole body trembling with anger and power.
He flew forth again and unleashed furious flurries of punches and kicks, which Trunks either blocked with difficulty or narrowly dodge. His speed advantage over became greater and more obvious with each passing moment as the pain and fatigue racking Cooler's body caught up with him. This became appearant to Cooler himself after his left hook was dodged easily, and he was smashed through a large boulder by an air pressure attack by Cooler "Just give up, you can't hit me." Trunks said, that sword glinting in the light of his golden aura, stained with the blood of his father and of his men...No, Cooler couldn't just give up and die! Not after everything he'd lost! He would stand, and he would win! He just needed a plan...
His red eyes glossed over the battlefield, seeing all the injured Z-fighters sprawled about. He noticed Gohan, Piccolo and Vegeta clustered together, the easiest target. "I mightn't be fast enough to hit you...Let's see if they're as lucky." Cooler said, making a swift blast which was heading straight toward the Saiyan Prince, who's eyes widened in shock. He'd used all his ki in that last attack against King Cold, and Piccolo still hadn't fully recoved from his own clash with the deceased monarch.
Trunks' look of horror had two causes. One, he didn't want to see his father die, and two if Vegeta was killed before Trunks was even concieved than he'd cease to exist...Possibly, maybe. Time travel was complex. He flew as fast as he could, managing to overtake the energy beam by little more than a metre, and was promptly basted in the back by the strike, saving the three other warriors from death. Trunks coughed and sputtered as the dust cleared, his jacked rather heavily burned. He let his sword hit the earth with an audible *Clang* and then slumped to his knees, his gold hair returning to a lavender colour "Damn...Hurt as much as I expected.." Trunks grunted out. Vegeta was shocked "Y-you...Foolish, stupid boy! Why did you waste time saving me?! You could have killed that stupid Demon in one strike, now we have no hope at all!" Vegeta snapped. Yup, he sounded alot like what mother said about him.
Cooler gave a small laugh, which grew into a full blown mocking bellow "I can't believe it, you actually took the bait! What a sap! You really are nothing more than a stupid Saiyan monkey, super or otherwise!" he said, sounding more unhinged than ever. He inhaled slowly and then extended one hand out, telekinetically pulling Trunks' sword to him and gripping it firmly in one hand "Now then...Who will die first for their crimes against the Cold Family?" the looming Arcosian mused "Will it be the Saiyan prince who opposed my soft brother on Namek? The little freaks who helped him on Namek? Or the Super Saiyan who killed my father?!"
It was at that moment that Yamcha burst from the sidelines, having been frozen in awe and fear after the battle which unfolded once he was done killing Salza. He had powered up to his limit and pumped himself up to Kaioken x 22...And Cooler stopped him in his tracks with one casual elbow to the ribs, shattering several of the scar-faced bandit's ribs in that one strike. He wouldn've used his tail, if he wasn't missing half of it...He quickly moved his three-digited foot and clamped then around Yamcha's head, pinning him against the dusty and dirty ground of the wasteland. "Well, we have a volunteer!" Cooler snapped, grinning from ear to ear beneath his cracked and shattered face mask.
As he raised the blade above his head, tears welled in Bulma's eyes from the distance. "Yamcha, no!" she screamed out, trembling in fear. Her emotions were conflicted about her love life, currently split between the scar-faced bandit she'd been with for years and the gruff and powerful Saiyan Prince who had been staying with her. But that didn't mean she wouldn't weep if Yamcha was killed again. Launch was trembling with anger "Damn it all! That alien freak is gonna kill 'em all, and there ain't nothing we can do to help them! Even this fucking rocket launcher of mine wouldn't make that freak bat an eyelash...DAMN IT TIEN, DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME AGAIN!" she cried out, the blonde's eyes glistening.
Before Cooler could make the downward swing on Yamcha, there was a sound of rushing wind behind him. Cooler paused and turned to see Goku standing behind him with his fingers to his forehead and his messy black hair blowing in the wind. He was wearing a white ruffled shirt, purple chestplate and shoulder pad with a gold trim, red trousers and his normal black and gold boots. "G-Goku!" Krillin croaked out weakly, rubbing his bruised forehead. "Yaaaaaay..." Yamcha bleated out weakly, barely conscious. "It's about damn time, you low class idiot..." Vegeta grunted. "Goku? Oh I see, YOU'RE the Super Saiyan that almost killed my little brother." Cooler said, lifting his foot off Yamcha's head.
"Brother? Yeah you kinda look like Frieza alright...And you're every bit as rotten as he is!" Goku said, an explosion of gold light enveloping him, his hair shooting up and taking the same golden shine. "Hmph yes I see now, power like yours would certainly cause my brother trouble...But not me!" Cooler roared, making a sideways slash. Goku vanished a split second before the blade hit him, and when Cooler turned he saw Goku holding the wounded Yamcha. He vanished again and set the bandit by Launch and Bulma before returning to Cooler.
"That technique..." Cooler murmured, about to say more before Goku punched him square in the gut, making Cooler double over in pain and drop Trunks' sword to the ground. "Get off this planet, and never come back!" Goku ordered, clenching his fists. He was fresh to the fight, far more capable now than Cooler was in his wounded, fatigued state. The Arcosian grit his teeth, seeing that now he'd have to make a last ditch effort to win. Kill them all and this pathetic planet!
Cooler gave a yell and launched a large energy blast at Goku which the Super Saiyan blocked, only gettin some tears and burns in his clothing from the attack. But when he looked up, the sight of Cooler in the sky with a blazing Supernova attack in one hand made Goku's eyes widen in shock. "None will be allowed to surpass me! I'll kill you two filthy monkies, and then I'll finish Frieza off, and then I and I alone will be the mightiest being in the universe!" the manic Arcosian roared, cackling wildly as he flung his Supernova at Goku. The Super Saiyan braced himself for the incoming energy sphere, not willing to let Earth meet the same end as the original Namek, and as the ball his his hands he was gradually pushed deeper and deeper into the earth. By the time the Supernova was halfway into the Earth, only a single slowly sinking hemisphere visible, Cooler thought his victory was secure.
Until he heard a noise, a violent yell thet burst through the sound of his energy ball. One syllable was all he caught "-HA!" and with that his Supernova was flung from it's crater by a massive blue energy wave. Try as he might with his telekinesis he simply could not stop the incoming attack, and the two ki blasts smashed into him, carrying him off on a collision course for the sun. The attack had destroyed the video probe as it passed by, leaving Frieza unaware of his brother's fate. But he knew he was dead...Nobody could survive being hurtled into the sun, could they?
As the view screen showed only static, Frieza slowly rose up to his feet and wiped at his eyes with his palm. There was dead silence in the chamber, Midgyo clamping his beak shut with his hands, and Ais holding Polarri in place. Wordlessly, Frieza drifted past them and headed for the nearest elevator. His head was abuzz with so many thoughts and emotion. Grief over his father's death, rage over Cooler recieving the long sought praise of their father that Frieza never recieved, joy over his asshole brother's death...But also great curiosity over the new form he exhibited on Earth.
The Arcosian prince had seen it with his own two eyes, if a weakling like Cooler could get enough of a boost from such a transformation that he could actually defeat one Super Saiyan, Frieza could only imagine just what kind of boost that transformation would give unto him. But where had Cooler discovered this power? As Frieza left the elevator and headed into his private bedchamber he vaguely recalled Cooler saying something about the ruins of the ancient Arcosians. That in itself sounded familiar to Frieza...Had his parents mentioned it in the past?
Frieza's private chamber was a rather large room, his oval-shaped bed with it's silken ebony sheets being the centrepiece of the room, white curtains between the bed posts partially obscuring it from view. He had two large lockers in the back of his room with were filled with his various battle armours and capes. He had a large viewscreen currently retracted into the roof of his bedchamber, with which he could recieve any important messages or transmissions without having to leave the comforts of his bed. The most impressive decoration in this bedroom with it's purple floor and white walls, was the line of glass which contained a fish tank, teaming with exotic aquatic lifeforms. The prince paid them no mind today, he was in no mood.
Not when he was in mourning.
Quietly, Frieza removed his cape, battle armour, trousers, and the guards of his shins and forearms. He simply left them there scattered about on the floor, and drifted onto his bed. He needed sleep to clear his head, sleep so he could meditate on his revenge. And sleep, did indeed take him.
As Kanchapp polished off his last glowing fruit, he had had 3 and then divided the fruit between the other generals and his most powerful guards, the hacked video feed of Lord Cooler's video probe cut to static. "Hmph, well that's certainly good news. Cooler and King Cold dead, the royal bloodline is finished." the Zaltian said cockily as he tossed the core of the eaten spikey fruit over his shoulder. "Er, not quite sir." one Serpian advisor said "What Cooler said before he died, made it quite clear that Frieza is still alive."
Kanchapp gave a shrug and got out of his seat "One Arcosian despot isn't as much of a probem after the boost the Tree gave us." he said, crossing his scaley red arms over his muscular chest. He looked to the yellow Serpian and beckoned him closer "Set up a comm link with all ships of the rebel fleet. Gotta get 'em fired up before we move to seize Arcos." the Zaltian said simply as he moved to the communication relay.
"We're live sir." the snake-like alien said after a few moments, and in that time Kanchapp cleared his throat. "My brothers in arms, a great opportunity has been presented before us. King Cold and Lord Cooler are dead, killed at the hands of Saiyan survivors. Our time to strike is now, we will swoop in on the world of Arcos and conquer it, and from there the remnants loyal to Frieza will be destroyed. While it has been revealed to us that Frieza is in fact alive, this is a blessing in disguise! For now we can visit unto Frieza the same pains and horrors that he brought onto our races when he conquered and enslaved them! With the power that the Tree of Might has given our rebel leaders, we can go out and crush Frieza once and for all! Do you all stand with me?!" he roared.
From across the comm channels Kanchapp could hear roars of triumph, his army baying for battle and confident of their victory. The Zaltian made a hand gesture to his advisor and the comm link shut off 'Idiots. Make a rousing speech and they'll follow you straight into hell...' he mused as he headed for the bridge, prepping for the FTL flight to Arcos.
Arcos' sole moon of Blizzah was a decently sized satellite which looped around the massive ice planet. It was an icy moon, but without the constant blowing winds a person could take in the winter beauty of the moon, the glistening spires of ice that shone like diamonds. It was the beauty and tranquility of Blizzah that made it a rather popular holiday spot for the Cold family who could withstand the lack of heat and air quite easily.
On this day, the two young sons of King and Queen Cold were lazily eating as they watched Arcos, currently across the void of space yet still very visible to the naked eye. Queen Cold tapped on her sons shoulders, and pointed their gazes toward one large landmass on Arcos visible from where they were "That right there is Mount Froid, the highest peak on Arcos. The first Arcosian's lived in the cave systems there, far more powerful than any of us." the Queen remarked, taking some food from the picnic basket between the family.
"How powerful were they?" Cooler asked, arching one brow up. "Stronger than...A Super Saiyan?" Frieza asked, hesitantly on that last part. "I would imagine so. The stories said those old Arcosians could ascend even further beyond their unsealed forms, growing monstorous in appearance but also gaining immense power from their change." Queen Cold explained. Her husband gave a small laugh "As if we'd even need such power. None can match us in strength, certainly not some non-existant super-monkey." he remarked in his usual posh tone, lazily sipping at some wine.
"Where um...Where could we learn about this power, mother?" Cooler asked. The Queen gave his head a small pat "Alas, it's only a story, a fable. No records on these 'Super Arcosians' actually exist. Though, there could be something hidden in the ruins of those cave systems." she replied. King Cold scoffed and rolled his eyes "Really dear...I'd rather you didn't fill our childrens heads with such nonsense..."
Frieza's eyes popped open and he sat up in bed "Mount Froid...Long shot, but it might be right..." he murmured softly to himself, gathering his clothing up with his telekinesis. He donned his armour and threw his cape on, before heading to the elevator. His mind was abuzz with possibilities, wondering could he find out about this fifth form in Mount Froid...?
A/N: Alright folks, next chapter we focus on Frieza fully once more, and the shit really hits the fan when the rebel fleet comes knocking. Will Frieza find what he needs, before it's too late? And what of Cooler, is he really dead? Of course not, you already know the answer to that. He got a second movie after all, didn't he?