AN: Gula has the bare minimum of the dragon ball z lore. She only knows the names of some important characters and the general story. For example, she knows that Planet Vegeta gets blown up, but not why and when it occurs. Will she act base on her knowledge of the future? Probably not because she doesn't care or is too insane to reliably use the information.

"On today's schedule, we have our daily dose of genocide starting with a revolt on planet Cooler No. 105," Cooler disclosed in his hoverchair. He kept his back towards his armored squadron and rested his arms on the sides. Five figures had centered themselves in the center of the control room, while four of the five stood side by side to form a straight line.

In fact, one of them was Punching Bag. Punching Bag had miraculously survived her first month by reaching her 100 thousand power level threshold through daily beatdowns and using the rejuvenation chamber more frequently than the restroom. Her achievement led to her promotion from Punching Bag to Dumbass. At which point, she could participate in actual spars with her teammates. She was simultaneously educated by Salza on the command structure of the Cooler Force and basic skills to operate a spaceship. Dumbass, or Gula, enjoyed Salza's lectures; it was peaceful with a distinct lack of broken bones and blood loss. Her squadmates were quite nice once she got to know them. In time, she became a true member of the team and even got to be part of their entrance pose.

Three years had passed since her promotion from Punching Bag. After a few successful missions under Salza, she was allowed to partake in lone missions to keep the peace on rebellious planets. Failures were frowned upon and if Cooler wasn't feeling generous, Gula would get the usual hole in the chest. Of course, this form of punishment got old real quick so the tyrant would add in some variety. The most popular was denying Gula her meals; the green sludge she eats was never appetizing, but it was food nonetheless. Laughter would resound through the halls, as Cooler would savor a space burger in front of the starving Gula. The same Gula who hadn't eaten anything besides the green sludge in those three years. This tyrant seems to express immense joy in her suffering. Her only saving grace was during her missions, where she could break into homes and stuff her face with alien goods. The owners wouldn't mind because they were either dead or about to be. Morality be damned, she needed the food to keep herself from becoming more deranged than she already was.

It was also food that finally caused Gula to learn to act respectively towards Lord Cooler. Though there were tiny slipups, it was good enough to keep her head and remaining rationality intact. She had reduced her visits to the medical center from five per week to five per year. In her mind and to the sanity of the medical staff, it was a huge improvement.

Back to the present, Cooler was giving a quick briefing on their tasks. Usually, the task would be written on paper or podcasted through their Scouters. Today must be special for the lord himself to personally come forward with the details. Gula wasn't wrong with her worries.

"Before you begin, I would like you all to direct your attention to the live stream." Cooler order. "Especially you, Dumbass".

Gula hated that nickname but did as she was ordered. On the screen was a planet surrounded by ships and soldiers all possessing Frieza's emblem. Nothing was happening; perhaps she forgot something.

"I'm sorry, sir. I do not understand the significance of this planet." She replied with a tilt of her head.

"What if I told you this was your home planet, Vegeta? Hmmm?" Cooler grinned at his reveal. Gula still kept her confusion known to everyone in the room. "Fine then. I'll let the second part be a surprise."

A few minutes later, Frieza sent a large ball of energy towards the planet, obliterating it into space dust. Gula kept her confusion all the way till the end of the explosion.

"I thought you would have reacted a bit more to the destruction of your planet. Perhaps crying and vowing revenge against my brother." Cooler started with some agitation in his voice. "You know…The usual with weaklings like yourself."

No matter how Cooler explained it, Gula couldn't understand his reasoning. He then called out someone else. "Perhaps you need some visual perspective, Dumbass. Minion No. 29, come forward. I need an example."

"Lietenant Vorn, reporting for duty. An example of what Lord Cooler?" An orange humanoid came into the control room with a salute.

"I blew up your planet." That sentence caused the soldier to struggle with reality. Tears began streaming from his eyes as he charged Cooler. The instigator instantly killed the poor soul by shooting laser beams from his eyes.

After doing the deed and ordering some other minions to clean up the mass, he faced back to Gula. "See…That's how you should have reacted."

Gula never had an attachment to her planet from the very beginning of her birth. They treated her like shit so what's there to love. Nappa was the only one she cared about and he wasn't on the planet. The last time they talked, like two hours ago, he was busy conquering a planet a couple of solar systems away.

"Meh. They were assholes anyway. Very grand of Lord Frieza blow up the planet," she replied with a grunt. Cooler shrugged at her response.

"Oh, yes. Very impressive, killing off a bunch of monkeys." Cooler sarcastically started as he faced his soldiers. "Any drunken hillbilly with a shotgun can do it."

She still didn't give any worthwhile reaction to Cooler's spite.

"Our sensors had detected a pod leaving the planet before its destruction. Should we intercept it?" Salza butted in.

Okay. Now she was worried because that pod contained Goku. However, to her surprise Cooler ignored it. An act which she was glad to have occurred; it saved her from another trip to the doctor.

"No. Let it go. If my idiotic brother whines to our father about taking control of the entire universe like a spoiled little brat, then he must accept the responsibility. If this comes back to bite him, that's his problem." Leaning back on his chair, Cooler angrily stated his facts. His hatred of his sibling outweighed the entertainment of bully Gula out of her meals.

"Now then, you have your mission. Go have some fun."

"Dead or alive?" She asked without thinking. Gula clamped her mouth shut using her hands. It seems her hunger for good food got into her head.

"Either/or." Cooler responded, not really annoyed by her question.

Salza gave a disappointed look towards his squadmate and answered for her. "Dead it is, Lord Cooler."

Before leaving the Cooler's Armored Squadron saluted and made their pose, a task which Gula grew fond of. It brought some uniqueness into her life. Plus, it made Cooler cringe at their act which was a welcomed sight.

Outside of the room and in the halls, Dore placed an arm around Gula's shoulders.

"Cheer up Gula. Having your planet get blown up isn't all that depressing. Come one, we can get something to eat to cheer you up." Dore encouraged.

"Yuck. There's no way I am going to eat that green shit to improve my mood." Gula replied. Neiz agreed with a nod of his head. On the other hand, Salza gave her a confused look.

"If you hate it so much, why don't you buy yourself some better food from the cafeteria? We just assumed it loved that sludged after seeing you gulping it down these past few years." Salza questioned.

"What!? No, I hated that stuff. I don't have any credits to buy the good meals."

Salza's brows only went higher after hearing her answer. "That's impossible. We aren't like those slaves walking around the ship. Our salary as Cooler's Armored Squadron should provide us with enough credits to treat ourselves to space curry, space burgers, and space chocolate every day?"

His answer broke Gula's mental. She could have eaten luxurious meals all these years without resorting to murder and thievery?! "B...b...but I never got any credits."

"Didn't I give you your space debit card when you first joined us?"

Did he mean the flimsy plastic she thought was a greeting card? At the realization of her mistake, Gula began playing with her fingers. Keeping her head down, she gave a pitiful reply. "I thought it was a coupon or a business card a-a-and threw it away."

"You idiot!" Salza gave an exasperated sigh at his squadmate's stupidity. "Fine, I'll treat you to a proper meal, but just for this one time. You better find your space debit card or go to the reception desk to ask for a new one."

Gula perked up at Salza's kindness and hugged him. She had met her second-best friend, right behind Nappa being her best friend.

"Thank you, Leader!" She beamed.

"Okay. Okay. Pipe down, Dumbass."