Dragon ball's not mine, duh.

"Sire, the egg is cracking!"

"Oh, is that so," King Cold said, glancing at the egg in disinterest. "What's it's power level?"

One of the scientists crowding the egg picked up a prototype scouter, a relatively new invention in the empire.

"W-what!" He said in response to the scouter exploding in his face.

Without warning the galactic tyrant raised a single finger firing a death beam at the fool, "Use the machine, you fools."

"Y-yes, Sire."

Powering up the machine, the scientist took one look and gulped. "It's...70,000,000! Unbelievable."

"That's it? How—disappointing."

The tyrant didn't even spare the egg another glance, already thoughts of a new heir were running through his head. He didn't even notice the shocked looked on his newly born son—not that he would have cared regardless.

Not for the first time, the newly reborn Cooler looked at his purple alien hands. He had been in this body for ten years now, and even now it still awed him: the sheer power held in such a small form. Ten nuclear bombs—no hundreds' upon hundreds exploding out of a single finger.

The world before him burned lave crossing through the entire planet—until it ended. And in a single moment, the entire planet vanished, in a flash of radiance.

A single finger is all it took.

"Marvellous, lord Cooler! You never seize to amaze." The small alien said. Cooler had never bothered to remember his name or anyone's name for that matter. What was the point? They were practically slaves, for his family, after all.

In another life, things might have been different—a human life. But he wasn't human anymore. He was something else now—something cold.

Killing didn't bother him—no it was worse. For like a cat, he enjoyed playing with his prey. Morality? It seemed so meaningless now. He wasn't human anymore and pretending to be was pointless.

"Remind me, minion. Why was this planet destroyed again? I forget." Cooler said.

Said minion quickly looked through a data-pad, not wishing to keep the extremely strong monster in front of him waiting. "Ahh! There it is. Oh, that's odd."

"What is, minion."

"My lord...it's classified...Even—for you." He added noticing Cooler's glare.

Beerus then. Cooler mused. Even after ten years, King Cold had only mentioned the destroyer cat once. It seemed to not be a topic the king liked breached.

"Fine," Cooler said simply, levitating his surprisingly comfortable pod. "I'll be in my gravity chamber if needed."

"Ahh, sir! There's one more thing."

"Yes."

"You have a message from...your brother," The little alien said while trying to hide his shaking. "Would you like me to—read it?"

Sighing Cooler nodded, already used to his brother's attempts to irritate him.

"Ohohohohohoho! Are you still training, brother? How wholly futile. Ohohohoho!"

Rubbing the bridge of his nose Cooler, looked at the shaking minion before sighing, "Is that it," He asked.

"Y-yes, my lord."

And without another word Cooler was gone.

The gravity chamber on his ship put the one Bulma built for Vegeta to shame. It took up almost half of the available space the ship had to offer and could go near levels as high as 10,000 times earth standard.

While Bulma was no doubt an incredible intellect, earth technology was just far too low to compete.

Cranking it up to 1000 times earth standard, Cooler quickly fell to his knees, trying and failing to rise.

Dammit, how the hell do saiyans adjust so quickly? It just makes no sense.

He was hundreds—if not thousands—of times stronger then Vegeta was when he trained in half this gravity in his base form. Yet, even with all his strength, he couldn't even stand.

Oh, he was strong all right—if only Frieza knew. That thought brought him a small chuckle. That asshole of a father abandoned him the moment he was born to some far part of the universe. All he was told was to, "expand the family business."

While his new species might not be able to adapt as easily as saiyans, but boi did they get strong ever so quickly with just a bit of training.

He could end them easily, yet he didn't. As much as it loathed him to admit: cannon was far too important. There was Beerus for one but he wouldn't go out of his way to destroy him unless he got in his way, and fat chance of that happening. No, what scared him was Zeno and his little tournament. That had to happen, or like he just destroyed that world without thought the same could happen to the universe.

But he had time. King Vegeta the 2nd just had a child, Prince Vegeta the 3rd. And considering both the present and past king were both in their fifties when they had their children it would be a while before that Vegeta was born.

So now all he could do was bide his time and wait—wait and get stronger. Far stronger than anyone.

Levitating a weighted ball in the high gravity, Cooler grinned. It might take some time for him to adapt to this new gravity, but there were other things he could train.

After all, telekinesis was wholly underrated in this world.

Could a super saiyan survive having their heart crushed from the inside? Yeah, he didn't think so either.