A Saiyan with a kind and loving heart; the statement alone sounded preposterous. Yet, the aforementioned statement seemed to label this Goku perfectly. Not only was this Saiyan abnormally kind, but his power was extraordinary as well. Cooler had always thought of Vegeta as being the strongest Saiyan in existence, and that was still a laughable power in the eyes of Cooler. Well, there was still that incorrigible folk tale of a legendary Super Saiyan. Cooler had often used the tale as a method to tease young Frieza in their childhood. After all, it was nothing more than a dreamt up idea of superpower. It was designed to give those repugnant Saiyans something to hope for. The fact that Vegeta dared to call Goku the legendary Super Saiyan was proof of that notion.
Their ancestor, Chilled, passed down word to be cautious of beings that can change their hair color to gold; apparently they were named Saiyans. Cooler didn't place much concern with those reportedly final words of their ancestor, though. To date, the only alterations that Saiyans could make to their bodies were the transformations into Great Apes. This was based off of Frieza's recordings of the Saiyans, added with Cooler's study on his own personal Saiyan pet, Onen. After Frieza had placed claim on Vegeta, Cooler decided that he'd like to have one of the monkeys as a servant as well. Sneaking around Frieza's and his henchman's watchful eyes, Cooler had one of the soldiers kidnap a random Saiyan. And since then, Onen had served Cooler faithfully. The warrior had a sense for fighting and for a long time, Cooler had allowed Onen to go on missions. In fact, Onen had grown so much on Cooler that the monarch allowed the Saiyan to spar with one of his Armored Squadron and even himself from time to time. However, after several years of missions, Onen's power level had jumped from a measly 3,000 to a slightly unnerving 20,000. He was still no match for Cooler's Armored Squadron and certainly not Cooler himself, but the tyrant decided that Onen's adventures as a soldier would come to an immediate halt; he didn't want to run the risk of his Saiyan pet growing too powerful.
The fact of the matter was that Saiyan's were beasts and had never been known as anything more than that. They lived and breathed fighting and the destruction of others. While Cooler felt that the desire to fight was more than likely present in Goku's behavior, it was clear that the desire to kill was not. This intrigued Cooler immensely. Adding in Goku's abnormally excellent fighting ability and Cooler was downright entranced by this would-be hero. For this reason alone, Cooler decided that the destruction of his brother could wait. No one was leaving Planet Namek anytime soon; therefore, a moment of hesitation wouldn't harm his plans. Furthermore, let's say Goku really was one of those dreamt up Super Saiyans. The thought of finally squashing that annoying folk tale brought almost as much joy to Cooler as the thought of the destruction of Frieza.
Observing from his high perch, Cooler watched as Goku and Frieza began to fight. The two warriors started off with a clash of their fists before zipping off into hyper speed and then beginning to violently clash all across the area. Cooler smirked at the events as they unfolded, finding this new challenge for Frieza humorous. As the fight continued on, Cooler's impression of Goku only intensified. Keeping up with Frieza's speed at any transformation is quite impressive, but being able to match Frieza's speed while in his fourth form was absolutely remarkable.
Taking his eyes off of the fight, Cooler tossed a lazy glance towards Goku's friends. Even from the distance, Cooler could clearly see the look of shock and awe on each of their faces. Figuring that such a fight was truly awe-inspiring for the weaklings, Cooler couldn't help but bare a condescending smirk. While Cooler was definitely impressed with Goku's fighting ability, so far, there was only one word to describe the fight: boring. Cooler could move faster, strike harder, and blow up things a lot better than what he was seeing.
This notion of boredom allowed Cooler's mind to wander.
As the various thoughts and memories began splaying across Cooler's mind like a random playlist, one memory final stuck. It was a distant memory of one of the vicious training sessions that Cooler and Frieza had to endure. King Cold made sure to instruct all of his children in the art of fighting. From their father's point of view, strength and power were the most important traits for any ruler to have, especially his offspring.
Cooler remembered the day perfectly. He, his brother, and father were stationed in one of the palace's training halls. They had been working on perfecting one of the Cold family's signature techniques, the Death Beam. In this particular session, Cold had desired to work on his sons' control of each form's power. King Cold felt that it be important to have at least a minor amount of mastery with each form, even though he doubted that they would ever need to go past the first form.
Cooler looked over to the side and watched as his brother lazily twiddled his thumbs. If Frieza was usually a horrifying sight, having to look at him in his third form was especially disturbing However, Cooler would've taken all of the hideousness in the cosmos if it meant that he could be done with this tedious training; alas, that wasn't the case. Unfortunately, Frieza was gifted with a higher power level at birth; therefore, King Cold didn't feel the need to push him quite as hard. Cooler, on the other hand, felt the full brunt of King Cold's brutalizing training. Cooler looked away from his brother and up to his father for a brief moment. The scowl King Cold was giving him made Cooler quickly avert his attention to the practice dummy before him, his eyesight focusing on the red bull's-eye covering the dummy's heart. He carefully lifted his right arm and pointed the index finger at the dummy. Aiming carefully, Cooler's arm began trembling slightly; he really didn't want to miss this shot. Firing the beam at the dummy, Cooler unfortunately missed and he felt the repercussions almost instantly. Before Cooler could do anything for protection, he was struck in the back of his head and was knocked across the floor.
"How many times do we have to go over this, Cooler? Your aim has to be spot on with this kind of attack; you can't just fire a beam and hope that it kills your enemy!" shouted King Cold, anger evident over the king's face.
Cooler's head was throbbing in pain as he slowly got to his knees. A tear threatened to fall from the adolescent tyrant's eye. He turned to face the still anger-filled King Cold and nearly voided his armor from the frightening stare that he was receiving from his father.
"Now, you will do it again! And you'd better get it right!" shouted King Cold, violently tapping the button of the remote in his hand. In an instant, the dummy before them was pulled into the floor and out popped a refreshed one.
"B-but, dad…I..I….Can I please do it in my next form?" pleaded Cooler, fear evident in his voice of failing his father again. King Cold's hard glare didn't budge and Cooler felt that another swift blow would be coming to him soon. "P-please; I have better control of my fourth form than any other."
King Cold seemed poised to say something, but Frieza interjected.
"Cooler, you should know that what you just said is a lie," stated Frieza, who was still quietly sitting in his seat. Cooler's mouth dropped open from Frieza's blatant statement. Frieza smiled and continued with, "No matter what you may think, you can't walk around with that amount of power under control. That amount of energy can't be as well suppressed as with the other forms, that is why we have our different forms in the first place. We learned all of this before we even began training with father; it looks like someone wasn't paying attention."
The proud smile that King Cold gave Frieza in that moment tore a hole through Cooler. Cooler had never received a look of such pride from his father. In fact, ever since Frieza's birth, Cooler had been receiving less and less smiles from King Cold, proud smiles or any others. Cooler then looked away from his father and to his younger brother, a spark of anger beginning to form inside of his body.
"Good job, Frieza" stated Cold before allowing his smile to falter and then looked back over to Cooler. "Now, as for you, I suggest that you get this right." King Cold gestured over to the dummy as he awaited Cooler to comply.
"But, father, look how well you maintain the second form. If you can control yourself so well, then I'm sure that I can…" started Cooler, only to be silenced to Cold.
"Be Quiet!" shouted the evil monarch. "I will not here another word on the subject, Cooler. You will practice at every form and you will master each and every one of them! Now, fire!"
Cooler shot one final glance over to his brother and noted the smile that had appeared on Frieza's face, before turning back to the dummy. He aimed yet again, and finally fired. He had missed again and felt the repercussions, sure enough.
Cooler snarled as the thought faded out of his head. That was only one of many times that Frieza's favoritism had come into play. Just the mere thought of such events made Cooler's blood boil. He couldn't even count on both hands and feet how many times King Cold had told him that he could never completely control the fourth form. Well, Cooler had proved Frieza and his father wrong. He had full control of his fourth form, and not once did the power of his current form ever exceed his capabilities.
He took another moment to glance down at the action unfolding below. Within no time, his mind had begun wandering yet again. The various thoughts, scenarios, and memories sped through his mind until a thought stuck. This time his mind recounted the events of Frieza's designation as the next head of the PTO.
In a rare instance, Cooler was allowed to walk around freely while in his fourth form. He stood out on the extravagantly large terrace to his bedroom that overlooked the magnificent imperial city of Arcos. He leaned over the railing as he gazed into the sky. Looking past the dome that protected their city from the bitter, icy winds of Arcos's natural climate, Cooler dazedly watched the luminous moon of Arcos. He knew that someday soon it'd come time to choose an heir to the PTO, and he was growing ever so fretful that the person would not be him. The organization held the highest position of authority in the galaxy, only someone of extraordinary excellence deserved to be at its head; not some half-wit like Frieza.
Sometimes he felt bad that he thought of Frieza in such a manner; they were brothers after all. It wasn't Frieza's fault that he was born with a higher power level and that Cold loved him more than Cooler. Wait; Cold didn't love Frieza more! He just pressured Cooler more because Cooler needed to be a rightful heir. After all, if he had no intentions of giving the position to Cooler, why would he push so hard? This was Cooler's family for goodness sake. They loved him unequivocally, just as he cared for them. He and Frieza were brothers, and Cold was his father; nothing would change that.
While Cooler was lost in his thoughts, he barely caught the hint of another's presence on the balcony. Cooler leapt into the air to place space in between him and whoever this mysterious adversary was. He leapt high and turned to gaze down at the balcony, but there wasn't anyone there. Could he have been hearing things?
Before he could ponder this further, Cooler was struck in his back and knocked back onto the balcony. Landing on his hands, Cooler quickly recovered from the low-impact attack and flipped over so that he could face the accoster. Turning to the opponent, Cooler was extremely agitated to find that it was none other than his annoying half-sister, Frost.
A while back, King Cold had been privy to various moments of infidelity. His acts of cheating produced the worrisome female, Frost, and the spineless male, Sheer. Sheer looked almost exactly like Cooler, save for the dark blue colored skin and the frankly less intimidating demeanor. Sheer may have the Cold family's blood coursing through his veins, but he certainly didn't have the power-inspiring personality of every Cold family member. As for Frost, she was everything that a Cold family member resembled. Her only downfall was that she didn't have the Cold family's signature red eyes. Instead, her eyes were golden, her skin was pink, and she had purple bio-gems. Her body was very lean and she had an extremely curvy figure. For an Arcosian woman, she was considered one of the most beautiful women on the planet. And her beauty was only rivaled by her power; she was every bit as strong as Cooler, which could be perceived from the few training sessions that they had. No matter how strong she may be, it didn't mean that she was any less annoying to the temperamental Cooler.
Even now, she floated up there in her fourth form snickering at how she had gotten the jump on Cooler. Quieting her fit of laughter, Frost said, "You really shouldn't be so jumpy, scaredy-cat."
Cooler stood straight up and glared at Frost before saying, "One of these days, Frost, I'm going to actually hurt you for sneaking up on me."
Frost rolled her eyes as she carefully landed on the terrace. "And I will try my hardest not to burst with tears, your royal scariness," she replied sarcastically.
As a reply, Cooler grunted with irritation. This is why he could only stand so much of Frost. She undermines his authority at every turn. She is only a bastard child; she has no right to speak as if she is true royalty. "What do you want?" he asked.
Stepping past Cooler, Frost said, "Father sent me to retrieve you; he said that you are needed in the grand hall."
"What?!" exclaimed Cooler. There would only be one reason for King Cold to call Cooler to the grand hall at such short notice. It must be time to announce an heir. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"Quit being such a fuddy-duddy, Cooler," stated Frost as she casually leaned against the doorframe. "I just wanted to have some fun with my brother."
Cooler snorted in disgust at the word brother. He was no brother of hers and he didn't mind telling her. Rushing past Frost, Cooler said, "Next time, when you come to deliver important information, just deliver it and leave. And by the way, I'm not your brother; you're just a bastard child."
As Cooler walked away he heard Frost sarcastically say, "Thy will shall be down, prince pain in the ass."
*3 hours later*
People filed into the grand hall like cattle. The audience in attendance included every important person from Planet Arcos and expanded to the limits of the galaxy. There were all different races and warriors, some that Cooler recognized and some that he didn't. It appeared that King Cold had spread word of this christening ceremony to every race affiliated with the PTO.
Cooler supposed that it was quite fitting. All of these people would be bowing to the next head of the planet trade, after all. In fact, Cooler smiled smugly as he mentally placed himself in the position, having all of these people bending to his every command.
He and his brother sat on either side of their father at the rather large table before them. The table sat atop a large platform, furthering the notion that the Arcosians were above the rest of the galaxy's creatures.
Once the Grand Hall had filled to its capacity, King Cold decided to call the ceremony to order.
Cold stood tall beside his seated sons as he said, "What a joyous day this is! My followers, I have called you all here today because this day marks the beginning of an era, an era of continued supremacy by my people. You see – while I have certainly not grown old or even remotely close to death – the time to name an heir has come. It is time to christen the next head of the grandest organization in the galaxy, the Planet Trade Organization!"
A round of applause filtered through the room as the weaklings before them heralded the next leader of their meager lives. Oh how Cooler couldn't wait for his name to be declared.
After the applause died out, King Cold began speaking more. Cooler found the speech somewhat boring so he allowed time to scan over the audience members in attendance.
Looking to the front row first, Cooler instantly caught sight of his mother. Sitting on either side of her was the bastard children of King Cold, Sheer and Frost. Cooler never really understood why his mother chose to have any dealings with them; they were perfect reminders of her husband's infidelity. Cooler cared for his mother, but he considered her especially weak for caring for another woman's children. Nevertheless, Frost and Sheer sat proudly on the front row. Cooler couldn't help but inwardly laugh at the fact that they'd never get the opportunity to sit at the height of Arcosian power, they'd always be the forgotten children of existence.
Allowing his eyes to leave his mother, he glanced over to the other side of the room. The very first person – or rather animal – that he caught sight of was King Vegeta. How could he miss the monkey king with that outrageous hair atop Vegeta's head? In any event, Vegeta sat front row alongside his wife and a few of his top soldiers. Cooler didn't know too much about the Saiyans. It hadn't been long since his family and the PTO began working with them. From what he heard from his father, he knew that they Saiyans were nothing, but beasts, humanoid animals. He did recall that there was mention from their ancestor, Chilled, about the Saiyans, but he couldn't quite remember what the last words were at the moment. He'd definitely look into it after the ceremony.
"With all of that said, I do believe that it is about time that I tell you all about your next leader," stated King Cold, bringing Cooler out of his thoughts.
The young tyrant to be, looked up at his father as Cold said, "I have done the very best that I can for him. I have challenged his mind, body and soul time after time again, and every single time he proved to withstand my efforts."
Cooler perked up slightly at his father's words. Who else could King Cold have been speaking about? Cooler couldn't even count the times that his father had pushed him beyond his limits.
"He is an extraordinary young man. I can't even begin to tell you all how many times that he has exceeded my expectations. He has become more than I ever could've dreamt of. He is the perfect example of power and prestige blended into one being. He is, beyond any other explanations, a true protégé child."
Cooler looked to the side, seeing Frieza sitting on the other side of King Cold. His younger brother just sat there. His facial expression was positively void of any emotion. Cooler concluded that Frieza had long since given up on the thought of becoming head of the PTO. He smiled as he thought of how he'd rub his new position in Frieza's face day after day. Cooler would have a truly joyous life as the ruler of the galaxy.
"And it is because of his extraordinary talents that I crown him the heir to my throne, the head of the Planet Trade Organization, and the new ruler of the galaxy!" King Cold stepped behind his large, throne-like chair, leaving it open to his next heir.
Cooler nearly jumped out his chair as he aimed to jump into his father's, but he wanted to wait for his name. He needed to hear his name!
"Without further ado, I give you all my heir and your new ruler, Lord Frieza!" declared King Cold with a grand gesture.
The entire audience leaped to their feet as they all clapped joyfully for Frieza. Cooler, on the other hand, was frozen. He couldn't believe it. All of those brutal training sessions. All of those constant strikes and painful lessons by his father. He had succumbed to all of it thinking that one day it'd pay off, that one day he'd become an heir to throne. But he wasn't the heir, Frieza was. Frieza was. Frieza WAS! An anger the likes of which he had never felt before began diffusing throughout his body. This was beyond embarrassing! How dare his father do this to him!
Cooler watched with a scolding glare as Frieza lifted from his seat and happily sat in the royal throne. He did as best as he could to keep from attacking his brother, but that disgusting smile on Frieza's face wasn't helping matters. He turned his head forward and lowered it so that he didn't have to look at anyone. He needed to get his thoughts under control before he lost it.
While Cooler attempted to gather his thoughts and calm himself, Frieza casually leaned over. He placed his mouth just before Cooler's ear and whispered, "I guess I'll be the one rubbing this in your face, huh, Cooler?"
Frieza then emitted that god-awful cackle of a laugh as he sat back upright in his seat.
It was in that moment that something clicked inside of Cooler's mind. Every thought of brotherhood was washed away. Every notion of family was forgotten. It was on this day that Cooler vowed vengeance, he vowed to one day overthrow Frieza and take the royal throne for himself.
After the ceremony had concluded, King Cold had called both his sons into his private quarters. He discussed things with the boys, knowing full well that Cooler would be disgruntled. Cooler had to listen to his father tell him how his brother was better than him. It was incredibly enraging, but he kept his emotions under control. After all was said and done, King Cold had given Cooler a small area of the galaxy to control and promised a section of the PTO headquarters specifically for Cooler.
Alas, things hadn't gone as Cooler hoped that day. It was an embarrassing memory, something that he tried as best not to think about. It wasn't just the recollection of being superseded by Frieza, but also that his vow of vengeance had been so forlorn. Naturally, it was incredibly difficult to oppose Frieza with their father around and of course, there was that pesky notion that Frieza was slightly stronger than Cooler.
Since adolescence, Cooler had strived to become stronger than his brother. If he couldn't surpass Frieza in raw strength, he decided to place faith in some of the more unique abilities in the galaxy. In his conquests of several planets, Cooler had come across a fair share of people with incredible abilities that could seriously damage opponents of a much higher power level. Therefore, Cooler had established a team of soldiers that voyaged across the galaxy to attain beings with unusual abilities. He named the team his Seeker Brigade. Thanks to this team, Cooler's abilities as a fighter had grown very much so. Some of his loyal soldiers, such as his Armored Squadron, had begun calling him the most illustrious fighter in the galaxy. However, these abilities still had their faults and Cooler felt that they wouldn't be enough to best Frieza in battle. He had begun stressing over how to defeat Frieza, finding that his older sibling was just too strong, until it happened; he achieved a level of power beyond his wildest dreams. He had finally risen above Frieza and his plan for supremacy was finally able to gain steam!
The fight before Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillin's eyes was truly mind-boggling. They had already seen how truly horrible Frieza's power could be, but they never would've guessed that Goku would be able to keep up – step for step – with that monster. Then again, it was a foolish thought. Of course Goku would be able to stop Frieza. Heck, if he couldn't, who could?
Piccolo watched tentatively as the fight unfolded. He found it quite humorous to watch the two super-beings go at it. He could still remember the days when he wanted nothing more than to use Goku's skull as a bowl for sipping water, yet now, he found himself relying on the Saiyan for the third time to save him. Naturally, any desire for harming Goku – or anyone else for that matter –had long since left Piccolo's mind, but he couldn't help finding humor in the current situation. To think that at one time he had actually believed that he and Goku were equals! Watching the battle before his eyes, Piccolo could see just how truly absurd that notion had been. The fact of the matter was that Goku was his superior, and though admitting that brought a small amount of damage to the Namek's pride, he still felt honored to call Goku his friend.
Krillin watched with starry-eyed amazement. This had been the moment that he had been hoping and praying for since the second they realized Frieza was on Planet Namek. He just couldn't believe that it was finally happening. They were finally safe! Goku was there to save all of them and he'd make Frieza pay for hurting all of those defenseless people. Now, all that they had to do was wait for Goku to defeat Frieza and Cooler, and then they'd finally be able to go home!
Gohan couldn't believe how far his father had come. They had all struggled so much against Frieza and now his father was fighting like the monster was no issue. In fact, Piccolo had mentioned earlier that Frieza and his father were just playing around. That amazed Gohan to no end. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that two people had so much power.
He looked over to his left and noted Cooler's presence atop a mountain several miles from them, a being who was probably just as strong as Frieza. Gohan didn't want to cast any doubt upon his father's abilities, but there was only so much that one person could take. Frieza was obviously a force to be reckoned with, but could his father actually defeat the two brothers of destruction? Gohan certainly hoped so, but in this battle, hope didn't do much. He had to stay on alert! At any moment, Cooler could decide to jump into the battle, and Gohan refused to just stand by and let that happen.
While Gohan watched Cooler with heated intensity, he noted something coming up the mountain Cooler was standing on. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he realized what, or rather who, the person was!
"What is Bulma doing over there?!" declared the young Saiyan as he drew his comrades' attentions.
Cooler's mind was still lost to the thoughts of his newly attained power and Frieza's eventual defeat when his sensitive hearing picked up on the presence of someone behind him.
Turning rather lazily to face whatever idiot was dumb enough to come within his personal zone, Cooler was slightly shocked to see a young, blue-haired woman standing there. Just by looking at the girl, Cooler quickly came to the conclusion that she was with the Earthlings that had given Frieza so much trouble. He rather quickly then came to the conclusion that the girl had to be some kind of idiot.
"You look lost," stated the Arcosian lord as he gazed intently upon the girl. "I'll offer a moment's leniency and give you the next three seconds to get off of this rock before I decide to personally escort you down." His gaze then was drawn to the ground and he took notice of small Namekian frog hanging desperately onto the girl's boot.
The creature looked as if it were trying to pull at the boot for whatever reason, but it soon looked up to see that Cooler's red eyes were boring down at it. Once the creature locked eyes with Cooler, it quickly fainted against the girl's boot.
Cooler cringed slightly at the view of the weird, disgusting creature. He then looked back up to the girl's face and said, "And take your disgusting little friend with you, too!"
The girl quickly looked down to see what Cooler was talking about and her face turned to one of annoyance as she began shaking her leg around in an attempt to get the frog free. "How did you follow me up here?!" she howled as she swung her leg all around. After a few attempts, she finally was able to shake the vermin free. With the frog swatted away, she then looked back to Cooler and bowed as she said, "Lord Cooler, I wasn't expecting to see you here, but I am glad that you have arrived. Things have grown quite hectic here on Planet Namek and we may need your assistance to remedy the situation. On the behalf of Lord Frieza, I, Captain Ginyu, ask that you would help us."
This girl truly is insane, thought Cooler as he openly stared at the girl. What was she talking about? She said that she was Captain Ginyu and that she was asking for Cooler to help Frieza? Was this some kind of a joke?
Well if it was, the girl would be in for quite the task. Cooler wasn't one to easily be fooled by anyone, and her claim of being Captian Ginyu had to have been the dumbest attempt at trickery that Cooler had ever witnessed. This wasn't Cooler's first time dealing with a trickster, so this girl would have to come up with something a lot more deceptive.
Cooler was ready to voice his disdain for the girl's idiotic attempt when a powerful explosion detonated from behind. His head quickly shifted back as he gazed upon the continued battle of Goku and Frieza. From the looks of it, Goku had attempted a truly powerful energy blast, only for it to be negated by Frieza. Finding nothing of interest happening with the fight behind him, Cooler was just about to turn back to the girl until he saw her spring forward.
She stopped at the edge of the mountain's plateau and squealed with unbridled happiness as she witnessed Frieza's domination of Goku. In fact, she was jumping up and down, rooting desperately for Cooler's younger brother. Cooler was truly at a loss of words.
The girl then happily turned back to Cooler and said, "Isn't he amazing? Lord Frieza is absolutely the most powerful fighter in the galaxy! That Saiyan monkey won't last much longer in battle against our lord!"
Our, thought Cooler with a massive amount of disgust! Frieza was certainly no lord of Cooler's and would never be! How dare she lump Cooler in with the spineless, weak mass of sheep that follow Frieza's every command!
"Let's get one thing straight!" sneered Cooler as he turned so that his body faced the girl. He placed one hand upon his hip in a condescending manner as he narrowed his eyes upon the weird girl. "Frieza is no lord of mine and after today, he won't be lord of anything or anyone else, I'll make sure of that."
The girl slowly turned her back to look upon Cooler, a shocked expression adorning her features. "W-what did…You can't mean what I think you mean!" she declared, her shock beginning to mesh into anger.
"You're three seconds have long since ended, girl! You should've left while you had the chance," stated Cooler, before his long, muscular tail swung around to strike at the girl.
The girl ducked under the massive extremity at the last moment, shock and fear appearing on her face. "In this body, one hit is all that it will take to finish me off," she muttered under her breath as she carefully watched the powerful tail.
Cooler's sensitive hearing managed to pick up on the girl's statement. With a coy smile, he replied, "In that body? Stupid girl! No creature can stand against my power!"
With an uproar of cynical laughter, Cooler began swinging his mighty tail at the girl from all directions. Swing after swing, his tail was narrowly dodged by the evasive girl. Cooler could tell by her maneuvering that she had at least some minor form of training, however, no amount of training would ever save her from Cooler.
Cooler continued swinging at all angles as he laughed away. It wasn't necessarily a matter of killing the girl. She was nothing more than a form of entertainment at that point. If she slipped up and allowed the tail to strike her, then that you be the end of Cooler's fun. And if she continued to hold out, that would only be more fun for Cooler.
Swat after mighty swat came upon the girl until her inevitable slip-up came. After dodging another swing of the Arcosian tyrant's tail, the girl lost her footing and fell to onto the blue grass of Namek. Helplessly, she stared up at Cooler, knowing full well that any hopes for survival had crashed just as she had.
"Done already?" stated Cooler with a mocking smile. "Too bad; maybe you should practice on your evasive skills in the afterlife." With that, Cooler threw his head back in a burst of laughter as he swung his powerful tail down upon the seated, helpless woman. However, instead of feeling the crack of her breaking bones, Cooler felt someone take a firm grasp of his appendage.
The tyrant's eyes angrily shifted back to the ground and caught the full view of the little Earthling daring to stand in the way of his only entertainment. The small, mop-headed boy glared up to Cooler with anger as his teeth barred out of the intense sensation of holding back Cooler's powerful tail.
"So you wanna be a little hero, huh boy?" sneered Cooler as he returned the glare to Gohan. "Well let's if you're really willing to die for your friend."
Cooler then began forcing more strength into his tail, pushing harder against Gohan's feeble defense. Gohan had to close his eyes out of the fierce amount of pressure that he was under. Cooler could see that the boy couldn't hold out much longer. As laughter began to glide from his mouth, Cooler could practically feel the death of the two Earthlings already. Unfortunately, Cooler didn't exactly get to feel death under his mighty tail.
Instead, he felt a searing, sharp pain shoot up through his appendage and radiate all through his body. In an act of pure instincts, Cooler swung a backhand down at Gohan, knocking the would-be hero and girl off of the mountain. Cooler then pulled his tail up to his mouth and began blowing desperately on the appendage to try and soothe the pain. He growled furiously as he noted the deep indention marks from Gohan's teeth.
How dare that infantile cretin bite my tail?! I will make him pay!
Cooler then spun to his side and caught the sight of Gohan floating a several feet from the mountain top. Hanging from the kid's ankles was the weakling girl. Cooler could feel the anger that was on Gohan's face. He even made note of the bruise he had left on the kid's face.
"You look as if you're ready for a fight, kid!" declared Cooler with a sneer of anger.
Gohan looked intently upon Cooler before he emitted a hushed growl and said, "You hit me!"
"Oh, I hit you, huh?" stated Cooler with feigned innocence. This quickly contorted into a furious growl of anger as he declared, "Well you bit my fucking TAIL! So, if you don't mind, I'll do more than hit you this time!" With that, Cooler placed a palm facing Gohan as an orange orb of energy began to form.
Gohan was left in a state of shock as the blast was ready to fire at point-blank range.
Just as the blast was ready to fire, out of completely nowhere, Goku appeared. Cooler barely caught a glimpse of the Saiyan hero before two firm boots were placed in his jaw. The mere power of the attack was enough to knock Cooler senseless before sending him flying for miles.
"Stay away from my son!" roared Goku as Cooler's body soared away.
In the distance, they could all see Cooler crash with an explosive amount of force in the Namekian sea.
Goku then turned to Gohan and said, "Are you alright?"
Gohan seemed stunned into silence for a moment until he finally replied, "Yes sir."
"Good," stated Goku with a warm smile. "You need to get Bulma back over there to safety. Cooler isn't going to be too happy with that attack and he's sure to be back on his feet at any moment."
"But, dad! We can help you!" bolstered Gohan bravely.
"Can you really?" came the familiar voice of a certain sinister villain from behind the father-son duo.
The both turned back to see Frieza floating calmly in the air. Goku instantly jumped into a protective stance before Gohan.
Bulma, on the other hand, perked up brightly once seeing Frieza. Smiling brilliantly, she began saying, "It's so great to see you again, Lor-..." Unfortunately, for Bulma, she was cut off as the frog from earlier jumped up on her face, completely covering her mouth. All that the blue-haired genius could do was shake her head back and forth and mumble words that could easily be assumed as angry gestures.
Ignoring the idiotic girl, Frieza smiled evilly to the Saiyan hero and said, "Don't mind me. I just want to make sure that I have a good view of the show."
"Show?" replied Goku with a questioning look.
Instead of answering, Frieza simply pointed to the horizon where Cooler had landed shortly ago.
Cooler floated calmly on top of the Namek's green water as he took in his surroundings. His jaw was throbbing horribly and this wasn't sitting well with the tyrant. He could now see very clearly why Frieza was having such a difficult time with these people. They were like pests! You try to deal with one and then another would appear out of nowhere.
As far as exterminating was concerned, Cooler liked to believe that he was quite the experienced force. In fact, he had a very effective technique in getting rid of pests such as the Earthlings. Simply put, start from the top and work your way down the ladder of importance. Right now, Goku was the glue that held those weaklings together; any idiot could see the importance that they all placed on the Saiyan. So, if Cooler truly wanted to take those disgusting insects down, he had to start with the biggest pest of all.
Gripping his hand into a tight, anger-fueled fist, Cooler exploded out of the water and hovered high in the sky as he glared daggers toward the others.
"I spy with my little eye, the biggest pest of all!" roared Cooler as he clasped his hands above his heads to charge his power. "Now you die, you pitiable Saiyan monkey!" With that declaration, Cooler shot both hands forward and emitted a powerful, orange wave of energy towards Goku and the others.
The Saiyan hero appeared shocked by the incoming wave of energy, but he quickly gathered his senses and prepared to get out of the way. However, just as he prepared to move, a yellow orb of energy entrapped his body in an immovable state. Goku barely managed to turn his head back to look upon Frieza, the only possible person that could've created the ball.
Frieza offered a sinister smile as he held Goku in the telekinetic ball of energy. "Uh-oh! It looks like the monkey is stuck. What will he ever do now?" stated Frieza before bursting with a fit of laughter.
"Dad!" shouted Gohan as he prepared an attempt to save Goku.
However, just as Gohan was ready to rush Frieza, Piccolo appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the mighty half-saiyan. The Namekian quickly ushered Gohan and the attached Bulma away to safety. All that Gohan could do was writhe in anger as Piccolo pulled him away.
After watching his son get pulled away, Goku turned to look upon the massive wave of energy heading his way. Seeing the wave inch closer and closer, Goku braced himself for what would be a sure explosion of massive proportions. If only Goku knew how true of a thought that was.
There was a brief moment of brilliant, blinding light before a horrible explosion of atoms could be heard across Namek's surface. Wind rushed in all directions at earth-breaking rates of speed as the explosion was set off, blowing any habitants far away from the deadly bubble of energy that rose high into the air. In fact, this bubble of unbelievably intense energy rose so high into Namek's atmosphere that it could be seen clearly from space. However, this was only the beginning to this ungodly reaction of energy. The energy bubble had risen to its brink and could no longer contain the fierce power within. Once the bubble finally ruptured, all inhabitants within a twenty mile radius was incinerated by the release of the powerful energy. Seas split, clouds ran, and the ground itself turned to dust as the maelstrom of radiant energy rushed across the surface of Namek, destroying any and all that dared to stand in its way.