The sinister plans that Cooler had planned for his brother seemed to be
intensified by the fact that it was a family member that was trying to
bring about the downfall of the Universe's most powerful Empire. Zarbon
knew that Cooler and Frieza didn't particularly get on and had never seen
eye to eye from an early age. However, he never suspected that it would
boil down to this.
Zarbon peered up into the eyes of Cooler. They were sick and demonic - just like Frieza's. Maybe that's why the brothers were so powerful. Zarbon didn't know. The strange thing was that Zarbon didn't even want to know. He'd never desired to be as strong as Frieza; he figured that having so much power would only caused trouble.
The Cold family had ruled the Universe for decades now. Frieza was the main architect of the Empire and had proclaimed himself the leader. This had never sat too well with Cooler who had always felt that he had the potential to become even stronger than his brother. King Cold had never agreed with Cooler though and laughed off any claims that he could become stronger than Frieza. It was for this reason that Cooler knew that he could no longer live with his father and brother. He would always stay in the shadow of his brother. Cooler took the decision to flee the boundaries of the Empire and attempt to become stronger than them both.
"Do you honestly believe that you are stronger than your brother?" asked Zarbon as he pulled himself up onto one knee. He smiled at Cooler. "You have never been stronger than Frieza. I remember the old days when you were much younger. You weren't even a challenge to your brother. Has time changed that? I sincerely doubt it!"
Cooler lashed out without hesitation as he smashed Zarbon in the ribs with a well placed kick. Zarbon rolled over and screamed out in pain as he felt one of his bones give way. The green creature grasped his mid section and stared up at the ceiling of the chamber as Cooler looked down upon Frieza's elite.
"The time will soon be upon us. Ever since I left the northern galaxy I have intensified my training. My only goal was to be the sole ruler of the Universe. My father never believed in me whilst my brother laughed off my power and saw me as a failure. Now though, it is I that view them as a failure. I plan to my rightful place as the ruler of both Empires and there is no force in existence that can possibly stop me from doing so!"
Zarbon managed to crack a smile from his horizontal position. The pearl inside his mouth seemed to light up upon hearing Cooler's plans.
"I don't care much training you have done - there is no way you could ever challenge Frieza! The Empire has never been stronger and the soldiers in his ranks are now top quality fighters! My position as an elite is constantly under threat because new warriors continue to emerge and prove their worth! Even if you could match Frieza in a one on one fight, there is no chance you and your men would be able to take on the Empire and win! It's almost unthinkable to imagine a Universe without Frieza! That's how powerful he has become!"
Cooler's grin widened as Zarbon once again became uneasy. He felt his left shoulder ache as he gripped it tightly and gazed upward at Cooler. Zarbon couldn't understand why the Cold family could not just get along and divide the galaxies up between themselves. However, for Cooler, this meant much than just Universal domination - this war was being waged to prove a point.
"You make it sound as if some of Frieza's elites would be able to stand a chance against me! You're one of Frieza's best and look at you! If you think that I am going to be scared off by the likes of Dodoria then I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken! I have unlocked a power so great in size that I DO possess the strength to destroy the entire Empire on my own! If only my brother knew the depths of my new strength, Zarbon!" proclaimed Cooler as he peered over the green henchman once again.
"No," began Zarbon. "You do not understand!"
"No, YOU do not understand, Zarbon!" snapped Cooler once again. "I'm not going to argue with you all day because I have better things to be getting on with. Your life will be spared but only because I want you to tell Frieza of what lies ahead for him! I want you to tell him that I am stronger than he ever thought possibly! I want you to tell Frieza that it is simply only a matter of time before his demise will be brought about!"
Zarbon once more looked at Cooler. Frieza's brother had never sounded so assured or confident about anything and his eyes told Zarbon everything he needed to know. Cooler's power was not an issue to be taken lightly. This was the real deal and whilst whether or not Cooler was actually stronger than Frieza was still debatable - Zarbon wouldn't bet against it.
Forget Vegeta and the Saiya-jin, this was Frieza's biggest problem.
The tiny blue creatures picked Zarbon up by the scruff of the neck and carried him out of the grand chamber upon Cooler's command. They were simply pawns in a game of Universal chess but one thing was for certain - they felt very secure knowing that they were in Cooler's ranks. Zarbon began to question whether Cooler was stronger once again as he began his journey back to his ship.
"Is it possible? Surely not?"
The long journey back to the northern galaxy would give him ample time to think things over.
****
After allowing Vegeta a bit of time to settle down after Zucchino had broken the news of his father's death to him, the Z Warriors and the Saiya- jin finally set off for the Planet Vegeta. The Prince had wanted to travel alone in his own pod to his home Planet but eventually Kakarotto had convinced him that it was for the best if he came with the others. Kakarotto thought that the spirit in the camp would have been damaged had everyone not been there - and confidence needed to be at a correct level in order to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.
Despite Kakarotto's success in making Vegeta board the ship, the Prince refused to sit with the others on the main deck. Vegeta isolated himself in his quarters. He still wanted to be alone with his thoughts. The Prince had drifted off into a dream once again. The results were astonishing.
"You must avenge my death. You must reclaim the Saiya-jin throne. You must bring down Frieza."
King Vegeta's voice bounced around the Prince's mind, jumping from one section to the next.
"You have the power within you to break all limits. You are my son and you will become the strongest warrior in existence. Now, the time is right. Now, the Empire will pay for the suffering and torment that it has inflicted over the past few decades. Now, the time is right, for you to ascend and take your place amongst the Super Saiya-jins that have gone before you, my son."
Vegeta could see his father's face. His nose twitched a little and his mouth curved as if he was speaking directly from the heart. Then, the image of Kakarotto faded into view. Why did Kakarotto keep appearing to him like this? What secrets did the Saiya-jin from Earth hide?
****
Kuririn leant back against the control panel of the main deck. He tossed yet another grape into his mouth and swallowed without too much effort. He'd been cracking a few jokes which everyone, with the exception of Nappa and Piccolo, had found quite funny.
"Damn it, I'm sick of saving the Universe!" he giggled as he digested another grape. "I think I'll let you do it for a change, Goku! How about that?"
Goku smiled gently. He wasn't really paying attention to Kuririn. He was thinking of what lay ahead.
"You see, Goku? I really am a nice guy towards you but what thanks do I get?" laughed Kuririn once again. "Except for that time when you saved my butt and.yeah!"
The group laughed once more if only to shut Kuririn up more than anything else.
"Goku, when we get to Vegeta, what is the plan of attack?" asked Piccolo as he tried to break up the jokes for a minute.
"Well, I think Vegeta wants to attack the Royal palace and get rid of this Toma guy. Zucchino reckons that some of Frieza's elites may or may not be guarding it but we're going to have to take that risk. Vegeta has told me that there is a special band of elites used by Frieza called the Ginyu force who are extremely powerful and I'd advise you all not to mess with them," exclaimed Goku as he became excited by the challenge once again. The Saiya-jin banged his fist into the table in front of him as finished with a flurry. "After we've reclaimed this Planet, then we're going after Frieza himself!"
Goku was certainly optimistic about the group's chances of survival but why wouldn't he be? Goku was one of the strongest forces in existence and if he used the Kaio-ken attack - he was even stronger than the Prince was! Only Frieza could possibly prove too testing for him and perhaps this was the reason behind his confidence. However, Piccolo knew that Goku's confidence came from a very different place. Piccolo knew that Goku didn't care how strong his opponents were because he always had faith in his own skills and strength. Goku always thought that somehow, regardless of the situation, that he would emerge and prevail.
It wouldn't be long before they reached the Planet Vegeta. The time for talking was now almost over.
****
King Toma strode around the royal palace with a spring in his step. His lifestyle had completely changed for the better since he'd become the King. Originally, there were a few subjects that would not acknowledge his power but slowly but surely the Planet Vegeta had come to accept that Toma was now King.
"Servant! Get me more wine!" beamed the King as he pointed at one of the purple creatures that dwelled in the corner of the throne room.
"Yes, Sire!" replied the purple creature as he dashed off to find the finest wine on the Planet for the King.
Life was good.
However, then it came. It came quickly but decisively. One of the purple creatures that served Toma so well burst through the door to the throne way and entered whilst pausing for breath. The little alien looked flustered as he gazed in Toma's direction.
"What is the meaning of this?" questioned Toma as he scowled at the disturbance.
"Forgive me, Sire! Our radars have picked up an unknown spacecraft travelling towards the Planet! We are unable to ascertain just who or what is inside the thing!" squealed the purple creature as it once again struggled for breath.
Toma began to think about recent events. What if it was true that a Saiya- jin had in fact been dispatched to inform Prince Vegeta of events on his home Planet? If the Prince was able to reach the Planet surface - Toma was already as good as dead without any of Frieza's elites.
"Arm the cannons and put all soldiers on stand by! I want the entire Planet on Red Alert!" bellowed Toma as his greatest fear seemed to materialise before his eyes. "And send a transmission to Frieza's ship informing him that we maybe in need of some assistance."
The purple creature scurried off at once. He didn't know the depths of Toma's worrying. It seemed as if both of the Empire's great leaders had problems. Frieza had Cooler. Toma had Vegeta. The Universe was heading for a war unlike any other. Nothing was certain. The entire balance of the Planets and the way that people lived could be changed at any one time.
The story of one Prince's exodus from his homeland and glorious return was just around the corner. Exodus. Return. Revolution. Toma was cracking under the pressure as the sands of time began to drain away faster than he ever thought possible.
Zarbon peered up into the eyes of Cooler. They were sick and demonic - just like Frieza's. Maybe that's why the brothers were so powerful. Zarbon didn't know. The strange thing was that Zarbon didn't even want to know. He'd never desired to be as strong as Frieza; he figured that having so much power would only caused trouble.
The Cold family had ruled the Universe for decades now. Frieza was the main architect of the Empire and had proclaimed himself the leader. This had never sat too well with Cooler who had always felt that he had the potential to become even stronger than his brother. King Cold had never agreed with Cooler though and laughed off any claims that he could become stronger than Frieza. It was for this reason that Cooler knew that he could no longer live with his father and brother. He would always stay in the shadow of his brother. Cooler took the decision to flee the boundaries of the Empire and attempt to become stronger than them both.
"Do you honestly believe that you are stronger than your brother?" asked Zarbon as he pulled himself up onto one knee. He smiled at Cooler. "You have never been stronger than Frieza. I remember the old days when you were much younger. You weren't even a challenge to your brother. Has time changed that? I sincerely doubt it!"
Cooler lashed out without hesitation as he smashed Zarbon in the ribs with a well placed kick. Zarbon rolled over and screamed out in pain as he felt one of his bones give way. The green creature grasped his mid section and stared up at the ceiling of the chamber as Cooler looked down upon Frieza's elite.
"The time will soon be upon us. Ever since I left the northern galaxy I have intensified my training. My only goal was to be the sole ruler of the Universe. My father never believed in me whilst my brother laughed off my power and saw me as a failure. Now though, it is I that view them as a failure. I plan to my rightful place as the ruler of both Empires and there is no force in existence that can possibly stop me from doing so!"
Zarbon managed to crack a smile from his horizontal position. The pearl inside his mouth seemed to light up upon hearing Cooler's plans.
"I don't care much training you have done - there is no way you could ever challenge Frieza! The Empire has never been stronger and the soldiers in his ranks are now top quality fighters! My position as an elite is constantly under threat because new warriors continue to emerge and prove their worth! Even if you could match Frieza in a one on one fight, there is no chance you and your men would be able to take on the Empire and win! It's almost unthinkable to imagine a Universe without Frieza! That's how powerful he has become!"
Cooler's grin widened as Zarbon once again became uneasy. He felt his left shoulder ache as he gripped it tightly and gazed upward at Cooler. Zarbon couldn't understand why the Cold family could not just get along and divide the galaxies up between themselves. However, for Cooler, this meant much than just Universal domination - this war was being waged to prove a point.
"You make it sound as if some of Frieza's elites would be able to stand a chance against me! You're one of Frieza's best and look at you! If you think that I am going to be scared off by the likes of Dodoria then I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken! I have unlocked a power so great in size that I DO possess the strength to destroy the entire Empire on my own! If only my brother knew the depths of my new strength, Zarbon!" proclaimed Cooler as he peered over the green henchman once again.
"No," began Zarbon. "You do not understand!"
"No, YOU do not understand, Zarbon!" snapped Cooler once again. "I'm not going to argue with you all day because I have better things to be getting on with. Your life will be spared but only because I want you to tell Frieza of what lies ahead for him! I want you to tell him that I am stronger than he ever thought possibly! I want you to tell Frieza that it is simply only a matter of time before his demise will be brought about!"
Zarbon once more looked at Cooler. Frieza's brother had never sounded so assured or confident about anything and his eyes told Zarbon everything he needed to know. Cooler's power was not an issue to be taken lightly. This was the real deal and whilst whether or not Cooler was actually stronger than Frieza was still debatable - Zarbon wouldn't bet against it.
Forget Vegeta and the Saiya-jin, this was Frieza's biggest problem.
The tiny blue creatures picked Zarbon up by the scruff of the neck and carried him out of the grand chamber upon Cooler's command. They were simply pawns in a game of Universal chess but one thing was for certain - they felt very secure knowing that they were in Cooler's ranks. Zarbon began to question whether Cooler was stronger once again as he began his journey back to his ship.
"Is it possible? Surely not?"
The long journey back to the northern galaxy would give him ample time to think things over.
****
After allowing Vegeta a bit of time to settle down after Zucchino had broken the news of his father's death to him, the Z Warriors and the Saiya- jin finally set off for the Planet Vegeta. The Prince had wanted to travel alone in his own pod to his home Planet but eventually Kakarotto had convinced him that it was for the best if he came with the others. Kakarotto thought that the spirit in the camp would have been damaged had everyone not been there - and confidence needed to be at a correct level in order to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.
Despite Kakarotto's success in making Vegeta board the ship, the Prince refused to sit with the others on the main deck. Vegeta isolated himself in his quarters. He still wanted to be alone with his thoughts. The Prince had drifted off into a dream once again. The results were astonishing.
"You must avenge my death. You must reclaim the Saiya-jin throne. You must bring down Frieza."
King Vegeta's voice bounced around the Prince's mind, jumping from one section to the next.
"You have the power within you to break all limits. You are my son and you will become the strongest warrior in existence. Now, the time is right. Now, the Empire will pay for the suffering and torment that it has inflicted over the past few decades. Now, the time is right, for you to ascend and take your place amongst the Super Saiya-jins that have gone before you, my son."
Vegeta could see his father's face. His nose twitched a little and his mouth curved as if he was speaking directly from the heart. Then, the image of Kakarotto faded into view. Why did Kakarotto keep appearing to him like this? What secrets did the Saiya-jin from Earth hide?
****
Kuririn leant back against the control panel of the main deck. He tossed yet another grape into his mouth and swallowed without too much effort. He'd been cracking a few jokes which everyone, with the exception of Nappa and Piccolo, had found quite funny.
"Damn it, I'm sick of saving the Universe!" he giggled as he digested another grape. "I think I'll let you do it for a change, Goku! How about that?"
Goku smiled gently. He wasn't really paying attention to Kuririn. He was thinking of what lay ahead.
"You see, Goku? I really am a nice guy towards you but what thanks do I get?" laughed Kuririn once again. "Except for that time when you saved my butt and.yeah!"
The group laughed once more if only to shut Kuririn up more than anything else.
"Goku, when we get to Vegeta, what is the plan of attack?" asked Piccolo as he tried to break up the jokes for a minute.
"Well, I think Vegeta wants to attack the Royal palace and get rid of this Toma guy. Zucchino reckons that some of Frieza's elites may or may not be guarding it but we're going to have to take that risk. Vegeta has told me that there is a special band of elites used by Frieza called the Ginyu force who are extremely powerful and I'd advise you all not to mess with them," exclaimed Goku as he became excited by the challenge once again. The Saiya-jin banged his fist into the table in front of him as finished with a flurry. "After we've reclaimed this Planet, then we're going after Frieza himself!"
Goku was certainly optimistic about the group's chances of survival but why wouldn't he be? Goku was one of the strongest forces in existence and if he used the Kaio-ken attack - he was even stronger than the Prince was! Only Frieza could possibly prove too testing for him and perhaps this was the reason behind his confidence. However, Piccolo knew that Goku's confidence came from a very different place. Piccolo knew that Goku didn't care how strong his opponents were because he always had faith in his own skills and strength. Goku always thought that somehow, regardless of the situation, that he would emerge and prevail.
It wouldn't be long before they reached the Planet Vegeta. The time for talking was now almost over.
****
King Toma strode around the royal palace with a spring in his step. His lifestyle had completely changed for the better since he'd become the King. Originally, there were a few subjects that would not acknowledge his power but slowly but surely the Planet Vegeta had come to accept that Toma was now King.
"Servant! Get me more wine!" beamed the King as he pointed at one of the purple creatures that dwelled in the corner of the throne room.
"Yes, Sire!" replied the purple creature as he dashed off to find the finest wine on the Planet for the King.
Life was good.
However, then it came. It came quickly but decisively. One of the purple creatures that served Toma so well burst through the door to the throne way and entered whilst pausing for breath. The little alien looked flustered as he gazed in Toma's direction.
"What is the meaning of this?" questioned Toma as he scowled at the disturbance.
"Forgive me, Sire! Our radars have picked up an unknown spacecraft travelling towards the Planet! We are unable to ascertain just who or what is inside the thing!" squealed the purple creature as it once again struggled for breath.
Toma began to think about recent events. What if it was true that a Saiya- jin had in fact been dispatched to inform Prince Vegeta of events on his home Planet? If the Prince was able to reach the Planet surface - Toma was already as good as dead without any of Frieza's elites.
"Arm the cannons and put all soldiers on stand by! I want the entire Planet on Red Alert!" bellowed Toma as his greatest fear seemed to materialise before his eyes. "And send a transmission to Frieza's ship informing him that we maybe in need of some assistance."
The purple creature scurried off at once. He didn't know the depths of Toma's worrying. It seemed as if both of the Empire's great leaders had problems. Frieza had Cooler. Toma had Vegeta. The Universe was heading for a war unlike any other. Nothing was certain. The entire balance of the Planets and the way that people lived could be changed at any one time.
The story of one Prince's exodus from his homeland and glorious return was just around the corner. Exodus. Return. Revolution. Toma was cracking under the pressure as the sands of time began to drain away faster than he ever thought possible.