Cooler massaged his eyes as he grunted in frustration. "If it's not one thing, it's another."
"Tell me about it," Nosa replied from his seat on the floor. A moment of silence passed between the two before the Yadratian tried to speak again. "So, I was thinking-,"
"Be quiet," Cooler responded and closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Another moment of silence settled on the two as Cooler tried to process everything he'd been informed of – the Tuffles, Onen's capture, and zombies. Apparently, after escaping from their grasp and returning to Arcos, Nosa had attempted to inform King Cold of the threat out of desperation, but the king had already left to find Cooler and Frieza. So, Nosa decided to hijack a cruiser and follow behind the king.
"Can I speak now?" Nosa asked after a few more seconds of silence.
Cooler sighed. "As concerning as all of this is, Nosa, what do you expect me to do?"
Nosa looked at the tyrant as if he'd grown a second head. "Do what you guys always do? Go kill them!"
Whether or not that was supposed to be offensive, Cooler ignored it. "My father is about to lead a full scale invasion against Earth to rescue a non-existent Frieza from capture." Cooler could see the confusion on the Yadratian's face. "Long-story-short, there are now two Super Saiyans, Frieza's dead for sure this time, and I lied about Frieza's capture."
"Why?" Nosa asked.
"Because the last time I informed my father of Frieza's death, he snapped every bone in my body and blamed me for it. I wasn't exactly in peak physical condition for another round with my father this time," Cooler said and then paused. "It wasn't my best plan, but it was all I could come up with on short notice, and now I'm dealing with it as best I can."
It was Nosa's turn to sigh. "Well, something needs to be done, and I can't do it on my own. I'm not strong enough. These monsters took your men and are going planet to planet stealing more. If you don't stop them now, they'll be too big for even the PTO to take on soon."
Cooler nearly scoffed at the thought, but with an operation that relied on turning a planet's population into zombies and carrying them away, it wasn't too far-fetched to think that they could have an enormous army in no time. "You need to take this before my father. He'll be skeptical of my motives if I bring this up, but you could possibly convince him."
Nosa shook his head, much to Cooler's dislike. "Didn't I mention that your father probably wants to kill me for sneaking off of the planet?"
"You also mentioned that you were desperate enough to seek him out before you realized he had already left Arcos."
"Can't I have second thoughts?" Nosa replied and flinched as Cooler's eyes began to glow.
Before Cooler could consider blasting his subordinate, the rushed stomping of a running person caught his attention in the hallway. He looked to the door just as a woman barged into the room. Cooler cautioned a glance to the floor, and was pleased that Nosa had already disappeared.
"Lord Cooler, I'm sorry to bother you, but the king requests your presence immediately," the woman replied, out of breath.
Cooler scowled at the disturbance. "I will be there momentarily. I have something to finish here, and I will be on my way."
The woman shook her head. "It is urgent, my lord. The HQ is under attack. The king needs you now!"
Cooler closed his eyes again and sighed. "Dammit," he growled and disappeared into thin air, leaving the woman to call out his name timidly as she looked around the room.
"There was so much fire All the alarms were going off Some people died. The people are angry. The soldiers are angry. I didn't know what to do I still don't know what to do. They think they'll attack again, maybe later, maybe tonight. What if they-,"
"Sheer, be quiet," King Cold finally spoke, breaking the young prince's rant. Sheer looked to the camera in front of him, almost as if he just remembered who he was speaking with. He lowered his head and nodded solemnly while Cold looked on pensively. Finally, King Cold sighed and spoke again, "You are the prince of Arcos, and you must lead in my absence."
"But I don't know how-,"
"I will tell you how," Cold snapped angrily and then bit back the rest of the words as Sheer shrunk back from his tone.
"What is going on?" Cooler spoke, appearing at his father's side.
Cold groaned. "There was an attack against the PTO, and it appears it came from our own people in the form of some rebel group. It's ludicrous. All the money the PTO brings in to those pampered fools and they have the nerve to turn on us. Those cowards wouldn't have dared to try this in my presence, and it still won't go unchecked."
Cooler nodded woefully and then turned his eyes on the screen showing his half-brother. "How serious is the damage?"
Sheer shook his head. "I'm not sure-,"
"Of course not," Cooler sighed. "Can we actually speak with someone who can inform us?"
Sheer's face dropped at the reprimand, but as he turned to walk away, Cold spoke up. "I did not send for you so that you could direct this response."
Cooler looked to his father in confusion and opened his mouth to speak.
"Silence," Cold interrupted with a hiss before turning back to the screen. "Sheer, you will leave care of the PTO in the hands of my generals. They will manage the damage. I will confer with them as needed. As for the city, you must meet with the city council to address the rebel group. In between meetings, go out into the city. Show your face and make the presence of the crown known so that no others will feel swayed to turn against us. And where is your sister? Frost has always had an excellent rapport with our people. She will be needed to reinforce public opinion."
Sheer's eyes wandered away from the screen, as if he had to think over his response. One call of his name from his father whipped him into shape, though. "She is off planet at the moment," he replied.
Cold grunted in irritation. "Call her back from whatever damned escapade she is on, and tend to this rebellion at once!"
With that, Cold slammed his hand onto the communication board and the transmission cut out. He closed his eyes and released a hissing sigh as he took a moment to calm himself.
"I don't have a lot of faith in Sheer, father," Cooler said a bit hesitantly.
Cold opened his eyes and cut them over to look at his son before he finally straightened up. "Neither do I," he said and turned to walk past Cooler. "But maybe between him and Frost, they will be able to handle it. I finally have my army. I'll be damned if I abandon Frieza to go back to Arcos. The last time a rebellion rose, my father burned half the city. Those fools want no part of what I will do if they stand in my way."
Cooler turned to look upon his father with shock written all over his face. "Father, don't you think that is a bit extreme?"
King Cold stopped at the doorway and turned to look over his shoulder with the most chilling glare Cooler had ever received from him. "No," he replied before walking out of the communication center.
"It is nice to see our king. It has been far too long, your grace," an Arcosian dressed in regal robes stood from his seat and bowed. The other four Frost Demons joined in their acknowledgments as they turned to the camera connecting them to King Cold.
Amongst the Arcosians were Sheer and one of Cold's PTO generals, although the general wasn't offered a seat at the table.
Cold looked on passively and nodded. "I had hope that between the five of you and my son plans could be made to deal with this rebel threat. Since the first attack two days ago, there have been three more. My soldiers are being killed and my organization is under attack. I want solutions, and I want them now."
The group shared uneasy glances between one and another, to Cold's annoyance, before one of the councilmen spoke up. "The leader of this faction, some vagrant by the name of Tigo, only wants one thing, your grace. And that is for the Planetary Trade Organization to abandon Arcos."
The king watched on expectantly. "And? Obviously, he isn't getting that."
Another uneasy glance between the figures. "Then, we are at an impasse."
"Let me try to gain an understanding here, my good men. Some street rat and his hoard of fucking low-lives attack my organization, and you mean to tell me, that now there is no option to correct this heinous act other than to give in to his demand – A demand that forces my organization off of my planet – The very organization that has built up and enriched you pampered oafs-,"
"My king, please-,"
"DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!" King Cold seethed and slammed his hands down on his desk with enough force to shake the building. "I will not accept demands! I will not accept requests! And I will not accept negotiations! These rebels will bend to my will or burn by my hand, and I expect my grand council to make it such!"
"My lord, if I may?" the PTO general spoke, drawing scrutinizing glances from the Arcosian councilmen in the room. He stepped a bit more into view on the screen and audibly gulped as Cold's furious eyes fixed on him. "I worry that inciting more violence against this group may cause more damage than it alleviates. They've established that they have intricate knowledge of the organization's inner workings. Every weak point that we have, they've managed to take advantage of with bombings and arson. Areas coincidentally have errors in video surveillance leading up to the attacks, suggesting they know how to hack into our system. A lot of equipment has come up missing recently, too. So, it's likely that they have our scouters, our blasters, our armor, and who knows what else. Adding in the fact that your people, on average, have much higher power levels than the average PTO soldier, a war with these rebels could prove utterly disastrous for our men."
As the general finished his explanation and politely bowed his head to take a step out of front view of the screen, King Cold watched pensively – the soft strum of his fingers tapping on the desk coming through the speaker. After what felt like an uncomfortable eternity, the king spoke up. "These rebels claim that they are lifting the oppressive power of the PTO. They say that they do this for the people. You will let those rebels know that if they don't back down from their futile crusade they will meet a truly oppressive regime. I am my own king, but I am also my father's son, and if I must, I will pull from every cruel and horrendous instinct that man ever passed on to me and bestow it upon all that oppose me. Tell those fools that these exact words: You will bend or you will burn!"
Without another word, Cold ended the transmission and leaned back into his massive chair the stare on at the black screen. He sat in cold silence for a long moment before speaking again. "Do you remember when I told you that a royal must always be on Arcos?"
Cooler nodded before offering a sighing agreement. He had been asked to sit in on the meeting, but much to his annoyance, was made to stand out of view so his father could seem like the only authoritative figure.
"I never understood that myself. It was words passed down to me from my father, and likely words passed down to him from his. After all these years, I guess it actually had a reason behind it." King Cold stood from his chair, his expression of fury softening to one of solemnness.
Cooler looked upon his father and felt a pang of guilt. Not only had Cold left the planet to hunt down his sons, he had been kept away for half a month thus far on a farcical mission to rescue Frieza. As the king prepared to walk by Cooler, his son offered a comforting word. "You couldn't have known what would transpire when you were gone. You were trying to save your sons."
Cold stopped his trek and seemed to let Cooler's words resonate with him. And after a moment, he turned to face his son. "If only you weren't so useless, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place." With that, Cold continued his walk, leaving a seething Cooler to stand helpless in the dark room.
In his fifth form, Cooler rushed down out of the air like a bolt of lightning and struck the soil below, erupting the land in a massive explosion.
While debris filled the sky, a series of sonic booms rung out. On a final clash, the dirt lingering in the air was blown away as two figures clashed – one wrapped in purple, the other in green. Nosa and Cooler went on to meet in a barrage of kicks and punches before the Yardratian caught a mean right jab to the jaw. Knocked senseless, Nosa was left wide open as Cooler snapped a kick into his side and sent him across the sky, but he didn't go far before the tyrant reappeared above him.
Cooler aimed a double axe handle down to his senseless foe, but Nosa teleported away just before contact. The frost demon had half a second to look around in shock before two boots smashed into his face from out of nowhere and sent him barreling towards the ground like a rocket. Instead of crashing with a violent impact, Cooler managed to flip through his perilous flight and smack feet-first into the dirt with enough force to create a crater.
Immediately looking to the air, Cooler's pupil-less red eyes were met with a huge, fiery, green ball of energy hurtling towards him. Without a second thought, Cooler cleaved his fingers through the air and ignited a huge Fissure Slash that cut through the ball of energy with ease and rose up to Nosa. The Yadratian narrowly dodged having his body cut in half, but was unable to block the haymaker that suddenly smashed across his face and sent him spinning through the sky with blood pouring from his mouth.
Cooler didn't waste a second before chasing the man down, but he didn't quite make it before Nosa's aura flared outward like an explosion, bringing the warrior to a halt and making Cooler pause.
"Can you calm the fuck down?" Nosa spat and proceeded to gingerly touch his face. He winced from the pain and angrily spit out a lump of blood. "If you want a punching bag, go find one of those damned soldiers."
Cooler leveled the man with a glare before sighing. His fifth form evaporated off of him and he folded his arms defensively. "I haven't been able to use anywhere near my full power since I've been here. I needed to see how much I've fallen off."
"What you meant to say is that your daddy issues have you wanting to relieve some stress? I repeat, find another punching bag." Nosa dropped out of the air.
Cooler watched as the Yadratian reached the soil of the moon and began stomping around. He rolled his eyes and then looked skyward to the purple orb in the distance. His father was hundreds of thousands of miles away and Cooler could still feel his overbearing presence. It was stifling.
He sighed again. Okay, maybe he had a point.
The tyrant dropped out of the air and met Nosa, who was lounging across a mound of rocks. He casually took a seat on the ground and the two sat in silence. While Nosa was surely pissed with the undeserving beating he was getting, he had also been annoyed by the fact that Cooler had made no move to address the Tuffle threat. Cooler was trying to manage things as best he could, but between his father giving him the cold shoulder, the worsening conditions of Arcos, and the Earth invasion caught in limbo, Cooler couldn't invest time into a very distant threat. It didn't stop the Yadratian from mentioning it every other hour, though.
Despite all of that, though, Cooler knew that Nosa didn't deserve the brunt of his frustrations. He was the only person on the planet that he considered a true ally, and in the throngs of King Cold's growing ire, an ally was much appreciated.
"I'm going back to the base. I think I'm a bit over training at the moment," Nosa said and sat up. "Do I need to watch out for you?"
That brought a confident smile to Cooler's face. There was one good thing that had come out of this extended period on the planet. On top of his continued sparring with the soldiers and Nosa, he'd also made considerable strides in his sickness. When he learned that the moon had an environment that supported life, it gave Cooler something to work towards.
An aura wrapped around the tyrant as he lifted into air. "I think I'll be fine."
Nosa shrugged and warped away while Cooler darted into the air and out into space. A bright smile on his face, he could find some joy in all of this turmoil as he zipped through the starry vacuum. He wasn't completely out of the woods yet – something the doctor liked to remind him of – but his physical capabilities were improving, and Cooler really hoped that was a sign of good fortune to come later.
"I see empty seats," King Cold said as he watched the screen pensively in yet another meeting with his general, son, and council – minus two.
There were more uneasy glances before they addressed the issue. "Councilmen Poller and Ices have defected to the rebel side."
"Obviously," Cold spat. "Should I assume you'll be jumping ship soon, too?"
The other councilmen were taken aback. One stood and spoke, "Your grace, I have served you ever since you ascended to the throne, and even before then I stood by your father with unwavering support. My loyalty belongs to the crown."
King Cold eyed the older Arcosian fiercely before releasing a sigh and nodding. "Forgive my temperament, my good men. I am under much stress these days."
"Perfectly understandable, my king," another councilmen added.
"Shall we begin? Where are we at in our negotiations?" Cold said the word with such disgust they feared he might gag.
"Well, they rejected our last proposal," a councilmen offered, much to Cold's agitation.
"And as a result, the left wing of the compound broke out into a fire fight before a bomb went off killing about 100 of our men," the general spoke with visible annoyance. Unlike previous meetings, this time the general was sitting at the table next to Sheer and was constantly glaring daggers at the council across from him. "I think that the time for proposals is beyond us, my lord."
"Do we need to remind the general that he is here as resource of knowledge on the PTO, but not to actually council the king? That is why he has us."
"And you are doing a shit job, so far," the general spat.
"Mind your tongue, creature!"
"That is enough," King Cold interjected. "This rebellion has just as much to do with the PTO as it has to do with Arcos. The general's thoughts are weighed just as equally as yours, and I will not speak any more on this." He leveled a glare at one of the councilmen as he aimed to speak up. Turning back to the general, he said, "You suggest violence? Only a few days ago you voted against it. What has turned you?"
"Loss, my lord. Every day has brought more and more destruction to our HQ and more soldiers caught in the crossfire of a rebellion that has nothing to do with us. And to make matters worse, we can't even truly defend ourselves because of some archaic rule that separates PTO soldiers from Arcosian civilians."
"You suggest spilling Arcosian blood to save some a few PTO slaves?" a councilman snorted.
"We are not slaves!" The general launched out of his chair to stand over the council.
Though the general's outburst had thoroughly frightened Sheer, the council remained unfazed under the man's anger. And while he leered down on them, King Cold spoke up once again. "Reclaim your seat and do it fast. I grow tired of this squabbling and it will cease! Your lord and king demand it!"
With reluctance, the general broke his stare against the council and moved back into his seat. Some snide remarks were whispered amongst the frost demons that led to some snickering, but Cold allowed it to go unnoticed while the general's face reddened with fury.
"My general brings up a good point, though. My men are dying while trying to defend their station because they can't break some old law drawn up centuries ago when the PTO was established. It doesn't seem very fair," King Cold pointed out.
The councilmen were aghast.
"Your grace, that law was put in place to set clear boundaries between the monsters that were ferried in to our home and the true inhabitants of Arcos. You would be setting a potentially disastrous precedent by allowing these things to attack us."
"In the face of an unprecedented rebellion, I think drastic action is necessary. I will not return to rubble without any action being taken against those that I cause it. My promise to make them burn has not been forgotten."
"King Shivr squashed many a rebellion with his own royal army. Arcosian squabbles should be settled by Arcosian hands. I cannot endorse such action, my king!"
Cold leveled the councilman with a harsh glare. "My good man, you overestimate the power of your endorsement. I seek your council, but I do not require it to make my decisions. If I unleash the full might of the PTO against Arcos, then it will be done!"
"And you would be a fool of a king!"
King Cold's eyes were as a wide as saucer plates as he watched his council stand in unison.
"We stand by the crown on many a decision, but on this one we are firmly against it. Many have assumed you to care more about your mongrels than your own, but a ruling like this will be the final nail in your coffin as king. The people will turn against you completely and all you will have left is your organization. I beseech you, my king, do not do this! Do not sick these vermin on your people!"
"Mongrels! Vermin! You talk about us like we're some sub-species put here just to do your bidding!" The general roared as he stood out of his chair once again. The council, once again, seemed unfazed by his outburst – standing their ground as the man seethed. "You think you're better than me? I could rip the three of you shriveled bags apart without breaking a sweat!"
"Do it then, creature," one spoke. "We will get the last laugh when our guardsmen come through that door and tear you to shreds. This isn't your planet. This isn't your home. You aren't entitled to a damn thing. You were brought here to serve and that is all you'll ever be good for."
Words went on to be thrown around. The generals aura was rising off of him like steam as he gripped on to the table with a vice grip – as if to hold him in place before leaped over it. And while the group argued back and forth, King Cold looked on – stupefied by the sight. He could yell. He could scream to the top of his lungs and demand order. But just then, he realized he couldn't rule from lightyears away. And finally, in all the chaos, he looked to the only figure seated in a chair and watched as Sheer watched in utter fear as they argued on.
"Sheer, do something!" King Cold suddenly screamed with enough fury to make everyone come to a stop.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Sheer looked between the general, the council, his father, and everyone again before he jumped out of his chair and bolted out of the room. And it was then that King Cold understood how powerless he was.
Before another argument could bubble up between the men on the screen, King Cold said, "Do whatever you can to appease these damned rebels? If you have to tell them that we're packing up everything and abandoning the planet, then do that. Just pacify those bastards as best you can until I can return."
"My king, it is good news that you will come back to us. Arcos needs his king, but what of your son? What will you do about Prince Frieza?"
King Cold looked on blankly, trying his best to remain emotionless. "My kingdom needs me and I will not ignore its call. Moving at top speed, my cruiser should be able to bring me within a month's time. I need to you do your best to pacify this group until then."
The councilmen nodded their heads gratefully. "Yes, your grace. We will see it done. I promise you!"
Without another word, Cold cut the transmission, allowing the room to go dark. A set of recessed lights brought some illumination to the room and as it did so, Cooler appeared at his father's side with a look of shock.
"Father, I can't believe you would do this, but I promise you with all of my heart that I will carry on this mission to rescue Frieza without question. You can trust me with this, I swear," he spoke as Cold solemnly lifted from his chair.
"Save your promises, Cooler. You will be travelling to Arcos in my stead."
Cooler was confused. "But, you just said-,"
"I know what I said," Cold snapped. "Those fools are at each other's throats while those rebels are tearing my organization apart. They need to think that their king is coming. It won't matter much once you get there because I have more faith in you to squash this damned rebellion than Sheer. You, at least, have some experience with that."
Cold was walking away from him, but Cooler was still in awe, and walked after his father. "One of the biggest arguments that the rebels have is that you act as if you don't care about the people. If you don't try to handle this, you'll basically be admitting that as fact."
"Do you expect me to put the concerns of those imbeciles over the livelihood of my son? I would reduce that whole planet to ash if meant keeping Frieza alive, but seeing as how I have you to handle this situation for me, then I expect it to be done."
Cooler shook his head. "Father, I don't think this-,"
In an instant, Cold whipped around to Cooler and the prince was taken aback by the gloom in his father's eyes. But before Cooler could consider the sadness weighing on his father, that sadness turned to rage. Cold's hand snapped up to wrap around Cooler's throat and lift him off of his feet. "I don't care what you think! You will go to Arcos and you will squash this rebellion because I demand it! Do I make myself clear, Cooler!"
Struggling to gasp for air, Cooler managed to rasp out a yes before Cold dropped him onto the floor, and let him fall onto his butt. Cooler went on to take in several deep breaths before looking back up to his father, who had already turned around and stomped out of the room.
"I don't understand what the big deal is," Nosa spoke while sprawled across Cooler's bedroom floor.
Cooler ignored the Yadratian and looked solemnly out at the night's sky from the door leading out to his balcony. In less than 24hrs, the arrangements had already been made to get Cooler off of the planet. He was taking his Father's space cruiser, the fastest in their fleet, and would be stocked with extra reserves of fuel so they wouldn't have to stop for any reason. At top speed, Cooler would be back on Arcos in about three weeks. Meanwhile, Cold and his forces would be within a week of reaching Earth.
"If you think about it, it's actually a win-win for you," Nosa continued. He tossed a glance over to Cooler, unsure if he was being ignored or not. He pointed a finger at the tyrant and formed a small bead of energy on the tip. He fired the minor beam and it struck Cooler in the back of the head, nearly making the prince jolt out of his skin.
Cooler turned on the man with his eyes glowing, but before he could eradicate Nosa, the Yadratian continued. "You go back to Arcos. You take care of the rebels and take over the throne in your father's absence. Win. Also, without your father or Frieza there, you become the authority of the PTO. Win. Remind me of the issue."
"My father invades a planet with two Super Saiyans to save a son that doesn't exist," Cooler replied.
"And likely dies. Sounds like a win to me," Nosa shrugged.
"That's my father!"
Nosa looked perplexed. "The father that treats you like shit and has hated you for most of your life, right? We are talking about the same guy?"
Cooler turned his back on Nosa again, returning his gaze to the sky. "He doesn't hate me."
"Yeah, of course he doesn't." Nosa's words were dripping with sarcasm.
"I don't expect you to understand. He's just so damn obsessed with Frieza. I don't get it. When he thought there was a chance that Frieza was gone, he was different. Before Frieza was born, he was different. If he goes to Earth and dies, it will be because of me – because of my lie. I can't let that happen."
"So, you'd be better off going to Earth and dying?" Nosa replied.
"I have a plan!" Cooler snapped.
"What plan?!" Nosa fired back. "Need I remind you of the Tuffles? What do you think they're doing right now? Every day we spend here, they get stronger. We need to go back to Arcos, take care of those rebels, and then hunt down those bastards and take them out!"
"You care an awful lot about destroying a civilization all of a sudden. I remember a Nosa that didn't want to have anything to do with PTO business. Where did that guy go?"
Nosa locked his jaw and glared at Cooler, who was happy to return the glare. Finally, Nosa broke the stare down and sighed. "Whatever the case, it doesn't change the fact that your father has made his demands clear. Unless you're about to go tell him the truth, then we have no other choice than to be on that cruiser out of here in a few hours."
Cooler turned away once again. "There's always another choice, Nosa."
The Yadratian gave the frost demon a confused look, but before he could voice his thoughts, Cooler turned away from the balcony and moved towards the door. "Where are you going?"
Cooler paused in the doorway and sighed. "To do something stupid. Just don't interfere, please," Cooler responded.
King Cold was meeting with two commanders in the debriefing room when Cooler walked in.
Abruptly ending his conversation, the king looked up to his son. "Cooler, what are doing here? You're not needed in this meeting. Besides, you should be making sure you have everything for your departure. I won't you gone by daybreak."
Cooler wanted to cast his gaze aside, but forced himself to meet the icy stare of his father as he moved to stand on the opposite side of the table. "That's why I'm here, father. I don't think it's a good idea to send me to Arcos."
Cold was already shaking his head. "We've been over this. I have made my demands clear. Your thoughts aren't-,"
"And I will not be going!" Cooler interjected as a look of shock overcame Cold.
"Would you like to repeat that?" Cold responded, coolly.
Cooler bit back the desire to gulp and said, "I will not be going to Arcos. You will."
Uncomfortable, one of the commanders said, "My lord, we can come back later and give you two some privacy."
"Silence," Cold spoke without breaking his stare down with Cooler. "That will not be necessary because my son will follow the demands that I have set for him. He will leave this room. Prepare his things. And leave this damn planet like I command!"
"I won't"
"Cooler, enough of your foolishness!" Cold roared as he stood from his chair and slammed his hands onto the table. "I am your lord! I am your king! And I am your Father! You will obey me!"
"If you go to Earth, you will die! I'm trying to protect you!"
"Have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you are saying?" Cold stood back from the table, his rage almost giving way to alarm as he studied Cooler.
"There are two Super Saiyans on Earth. That is why Frieza and I were overpowered. That is why you will die if you go to Earth! Father, please, what I am saying is true. Believe me!" Cooler pleaded.
Cold snorted for a moment before offering a heavy laugh that boomed throughout the space. Even the commanders began laughing uncomfortably while Cold began slowly making his way around the table. "Okay, Cooler. I was genuinely worried about you for a moment. I feared that illness that your doctor spoke of may have made its way to your brain. But I see now, you haven't gone crazy – well, at least not that crazy."
Halfway over to Cooler, Cold dropped the laughter and began glowering once again. "I don't know what tall tales those monkeys weaved for you when you last visited their home, but there is no such thing as Super Saiyans. I would think you'd be smart enough to know this, but obviously not. Whatever delusions you're having, it doesn't change the fact that you are going to Arcos and I am going to Earth to save Frieza."
Finally having reached Cooler, Cold stood before his son and glowered down at him. "I will not keep repeating myself. You will do as you're told."
In an instant, Cold's hand launched up to grab Cooler by the throat, but as quick as his hand moved, Cooler's moved quicker and snatched up the appendage in mid-air, making Cold's eyes widen in mix of shock and anger.
"Only the strong will survive the invasion of Earth, and I am stronger than you!"