Mala lead the capsule with the Saiyan child, Rykon, inside, as they were making their way to the treatment room. Where a doctor that had been taught by Raia would be treating Rykon. The doctor was already ready and waiting to treat his patient.
"Get this child fixed up," Mala ordered the doctor.
"Yes, ma'am," the doctor acknowledged and went to work. As he pulled out a hand held scanner to wave above the boy to get a reading on Rykon's health status.
As the doctor was working, Mala then sped over to the jail block, where Paragus was setting chained up. Mala ordered the jailer to release Paragus, so she may question him concerning the Legendary Super Saiyan and its son. Paragus still being cuffed, he was pulled by Mala.
"This Legendary Super Saiyan, how is it that it is a lot stronger than the other Saiyans that we have encountered," Mala asked.
"The transformation, it is connected to a prophecy, a Saiyan born and gifted with the amazing power and transformation. My grandson, he also attained a similar transformation as well from his father," Paragus provided information that could be of good use, as it would likely be a lost cause to even rebel against these Kryptonians.
'Well then. These Saiyans well be a good asset to Krypton,' Mala thought to herself. "I have a task for you."
Meanwhile, the doctor finally managed to analyze the virus that was infecting Rykon. It was attacking the heart, and it was extremely deadly. However;
"This is quite easily treatable. Just provide medicine to treat the symptoms," the doctor said to himself, as he drew out some serum from a locked metal cabinet. The doctor placed the serum and injected it into Rykon, who was still unconscious.
"Give it sometime, and a vaccine should be fixed up in no time," the doctor said out loud, as he started to put back some equipment back to where it belonged and then pressing on a digital pad to send a request for producing a vaccine.
Soon, after a few minutes, Mala walked into the room with Paragus following him, and he was unchained this time. The doctor turned around to see the white haired Kryptonian female standing with the slightly shorter Saiyan.
"Colonel Mala," the doctor asked.
"Have you treated the child?" Mala asked.
"His symptoms have been treated. Until a vaccine is produced, he will be capable of getting out of bed," the doctor informed.
"Is he capable of waking up and communicating," Mala asked.
"Well… it would have to be quick, but if that is what you ask then it shall," the doctor hesitated for a bit, but went on with Mala's request.
The doctor then injected a shot of adrenaline, just enough to allow the boy to open his eyes slowly and slightly.
"Grand… father," Rykon slowly spoke.
Mala looked towards Paragus and nodded, and Paragus walked to Rykon's bedside.
"Rykon, you're okay. These people are going to make you better," Paragus paused, as he slightly looked back towards Mala and then looked to his grandson. "These, Kryptonians, they have offered to take you in and offer better training and care. Better than what I nor your father can offer."
"But… you and… my dad… train me," Rykon slowly spoke, as he was still a bit influenced by some of the medication that was supposed to calm his heart down to the point he was tired.
"I know. But you're going to have to be taken care by them. Me and your father, we are going to be working with these Kryptonians," Paragus said to Rykon.
"Are… these… Kryptonians an army? Are they… strong?" Rykon asked.
"Yes. And they are very strong," Paragus said, not fully informing his grandson how he found out the power the Kryptonians had.
"That's… awesome," Rykon commented, still quiet and slowly from drowsiness.
"Rykon. Well you be fine training and living under them?" Paragus asked.
"Okay… I'll train with them," Rykon answered. Paragus then placed his hand to Rykon's forehead, and he softly connected his forehead to his grandson's.
Paragus stood up, as Rykon gave a smile towards his grandfather, Paragus waved his hand as goodbye.
"Be strong, Rykon," Paragus said, as Mala then gestured for him to exit the room.
Rykon couldn't stay awake for long, as the medicine was starting to then make fall back into his recuperating slumber.
Paragus was walking slowly, and Mala did not like the walking pace. So she pushed him forward as warning to pick up the pace.
"Do not walk. March," Mala commanded.
Soon, Paragus was transported to the prison that was established for all sorts of criminals, all the way from prisoners of war to criminals of organized crime. After going through necessary process, Paragus and his former crew members were all aligned out in a court yard. Then the three Kryptonians, Mala, Mak and Non walked out into the court yard along with a line of other soldiers.
They all gathered into formation and all facing Paragus and his men, who were all tied up into pillars.
"You have all illegally trespassed into Kryptonian borders. You all have also been charged for attempted murder of a Kryptonian officer. The punishment is death. Any final words," Mala announced to the death sentenced prisoners.
"Please!"
"NO!"
"Don't kill me!"
All of Paragus' men begged for their lives, while Paragus himself was silent. He wasn't going to beg for his life, but he wanted to be heard.
"DO YOUR WORSE!" Paragus roared.
"Plead acknowledged. Attention!" Mala called out, and the soldiers stood at the ready.
"Arms!" the soldiers then held up their weapons.
"Ready!" they adjusted their weapons.
"Aim!" weapons aimed at their targets.
"FIRE!"
The soldiers all fired at their assigned convicts, killing them with each shot. The ones that were not fired upon by the soldiers, Paragus included, were finished off by the Kryptonians heat vision.
A few days later…
Zod was floating above the newly constructed training facility for the Kryptonian children. It was only a matter of time that the children would be provided the proper training to their abilities and to become soldiers of Krypton.
Twelve children in total, the youngest being six and the oldest being nine years old, and for that time being, they were all training together, regardless of age. With Gunnery Sergeant Hoch-Vin being their drill instructor, they were going on a substantial start. The good general did not want to show favoritism, but the main reason why he wanted to observe the children training was to observe one certain child.
Faora, the same little girl that Zod saved in the Phantom Zone, was evading each training drone's physical strikes and she struck back at the precise areas required to neutralize them. Each vital point on each drone would change areas by every second. Using pattern memorization, Faora would be able to hit the vital point. Zod was not too surprised about Faora's excellence, as he already had high hopes for her.
"General?"
The General turned around to see Mala and another Kryptonian soldier approaching him. Zod quickly looked back to the children training.
"Yes, Mala?" Zod asked.
"Some of our comrades are questioning. You're favoritism towards Faora," Mala stated the issue.
"I made a promise, Mala. A promise to her father. I would be sure that Faroa would be an excellent soldier. That includes proper security and observation that she is being trained properly," Zod explained his reason for his care for Faora.
"Way different than how he treated his own birth son," the Kryptonian soldier murmured, but that was an extremely big mistake for him.
Zod turned around, his eyes glowing flaming red, and fired at the soldier, sending him flying to the ground. Mala only floated back a bit to avoid any of the General's wrath to crossfire on her.
"Soldier, if you, by so ever, mention HIM again, your punishment will be more torturous that you will be begging for death! UNDERSTOOD!" Zod yelled at the soldier, who commented about the General's birth son.
"Yes… General… forgive me, General," the soldier, got up slowly and still hurt from the General's blast.
"Get out of my sight," Zod seethed, as he turned around.
As the soldier went about his own way, Mala made a note to never mention Zod's son. Not that she ever wanted to. But that opened another possible issue.
"General, permission to speak," Mala asked cautiously.
"Granted," Zod answered.
"Zod, may I mention a possible outcome, what if there was more than one crack that allowed us to escape the Phantom Zone? Mon-El, and…," Mala hesitated as the other person was Zod's son. "They were separated from us in another part of the Zone. What if they found a crack that brought them to this universe?"
Zod inquired on that possible outcome. Zod's treacherous so called, son, and the Daxamite maybe in this universe somewhere. They could probably be aware of the General's presence, and being contaminated by Kal-El's so called 'morals', they may be planning an insurgency to bring down his administration.
"Well then, we shall place them as a probable threat. Side objective; hunt down Lor-Zod and Mon-El," Zod gave the order.
"Yes, General," Mala acknowledged.
Zod's communicator beeper went off, and the General picked it out and answered it; "General Zod, here."
"General, this is Jax-Ur. I have a project to present to you that will be of most asset to your cause," Jax said through the communicator.
"Roger that, Jax. I am headed over there," Zod replied, as he hung up the line. He then looked to Mala. "Colonel, if you may accompany me."
"Yes, General," Mala answered.
Zod and Mala both blurred to the location of Jax's laboratory, which took them below a second to arrive. They decided to walk from the entrance of the base that was the security of the laboratory. Zod marched into the laboratory of his trusted scientist, Jax-Ur. Alongside the general was his faithful second in command, Mala. Once they entered the lab, Zod could see five capsules at one side of the lab while Jax was standing right in front of him.
"What was it you wanted to show me, Jax?" Zod asked.
"I have breed new army, sir," Jax said, as he pressed a button, and the capsules opened, each of capsule released a cold mist.
The capsules were labeled through numbers, from the first to last, one to five. From the fifth, a large physically fit humanoid whose skin was chalk with visible signs of the veins and arteries, and the only clothing it was wearing was black underpants. He looked fairly similar to Non.
The fourth capsule, appeared a slightly smaller than the fifth, but still physically fit. This one looked a lot like Nam-Ek.
The third capsule, a smaller thinner one walked out. Its physical description fit with Jax himself.
The second capsule, a female humanoid walked out, it's skin just the same as the others. The female looked more like Mala. Its only clothing was black garb covering its abdomen to its hips.
Then the last capsule labeled with the number one, the humanoid, with the skin similar as the other ones, this one, looking a lot more like Zod.
"Jax, what are they?" Zod, the first one to ask for an answer.
"The glimpse of a new army to Krypton," Jax answered with pride for the achievement of his work. "I created life."
"They are clones," Mala said, as she observed her imperfect copy.
"Yes. I came up with the idea having observed the imperfect clone of Kal-El on Earth. I recall it being called, a Bizarro. In case of any possible future problems, I adjusted their capacities quite, well, different," Jax explained. "May I present the positional titles for each of them carry?"
"The Bizarro #5, the Grunt. Can be identified as your foot soldier, that has one task, to kill all hostile elements," Jax presented the Bizarro #5. He then moved on to the fourth.
"The Bizarro #4, the Specialist. This one carrying more thought process, as it will carry out more complex missions, and capable of operating machinery and weaponry. And being more deadly than the Grunt, as it can use its abilities more properly," Jax finished the commentary of the fourth, and then moved on to the third.
"The Bizarro #3, the Scientist. Capable of manufacturing weapons and other materials, even during combat," Jax explained as then moved on to the second.
"The Bizarro #2, the Commander. The title provides an obvious explanation. Commands all soldiers in the field of combat. Gaining more power than the other ranks, as well."
"The Bizarro #1, the Prime. The supreme leader and most powerful over these ranks. With the Commander acting as its second in command, it gives all orders to the front or area its battalion or army is stationed."
Zod observed the Prime, looking at the similarity between himself and it. He could see there was physical resemblance, except the Prime's skin was obviously different.
"Prime, do you know I who I am?" Zod asked.
"You are not General Zod. I do not take orders from you," the Prime said, whose voice was similar to Zod's, only it was a lot more croaky.
"Jax," Zod had his eyes looking towards the scientist.
"Yes, I forgot to mention, the Bizarros seem to have a speech impediment, as I had to adjust their thought process. What the Prime really meant was, 'You are General Zod. I take orders from you,'" Jax explained and interpreted.
"General, what do you purpose we do with these clones?" Mala asked, as she was standing in front of her own imperfect copy.
"I made a promise to King Cold. It would take one of us to destroy him. And we still have his son to hunt down. They are inferior. Let's leave it to our new soldiers," Zod said as he took a step back, and observed them all in a line.
"Who do you wish to send to which objective?" Jax asked, now eager for his creations to be used in action.
"Mala, what was the last known location that our intelligence found where Lord Freiza went off to?" Zod asked.
"A planet called, Namek," Mala answered.
"Well then, it is just one Icegen that is probably equivalent to Cooler. Send the Grunt. It should not be too much of a difficult task. Jax, just make sure the Grunt is meant to kill all possible threats. No civilian casualties," Zod ordered.
"Yes, sir. Shall the rest be the ones to make an attack on King Cold's last known sanctuary stronghold?" Jax asked.
"Yes. I will leave it to you to answer any requests or calls from the Bizarro's. You are the one who created them, after all," Zod promoted Jax to coordinating supervisor to the Bizarro's.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Jax thanked the General with a smile in his face.
"Mala, I assure all Krytonian officers will be at the inauguration," Zod asked.
"Affirmative, General." Mala answered.
A few hours later…
In the capital planet, that has been named, New Kandor, there were masses of people that were living under the Kryptonian administration, all gathered to see the inauguration of the mastermind of freeing all the people from the genocidal Planet Trade Organization.
Inside the capital fort, Fort Ursa, Zod had finished putting on his uniform, which he had made sure it was at a perfectly fitted for this public occasion. The door opened with Mala leading all the Kryptonian adults in.
"General, it is time," Mala said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Zod rhetorically asked, as he walked to the side of the office. "As we are the remainder of our race, and we are establishing a full-fledged empire, it is only fitting you all are promoted to the proper officers."
Zod pulled out one emblem that represented general, and he approached Mala and pinned it to her uniform.
"General Mala," Zod stated, and Mala stood straight and saluted.
"Thank you, sir." Mala replied in a pure military professionalism fashion.
Zod walked back to the box containing the other emblems and he handed it to Mala for her to hold it for him, as he could place the emblems on the others. Zod then moved toward Nam-EK.
"Lieutenant General Nam-Ek," Zod stated Nam's new promoted rank. Nam saluted Zod.
"Thank you, sir." Nam stated with pride for his achievement.
Zod walked to the next soldier, Hoch-Vin.
"Brigadier General Hoch-Vin," Zod stated, as Hoch was taken back a bit by the drastic promotion. But Hoch took a moment to keep his composure, and saluted Zod.
"Thank you, sir." Hoch saluted.
Soon, all the twelve of the Kryptonians had been promoted with their officer ranks. Now it was Zod's inauguration to come.
The Kryptonians walked out into the balcony, and outside on the streets, there were people all cheering for them and General Zod. It was Mala who was holding the copy of the book of Rao, and she and Zod stepped up to the center front of the balcony. Zod stepped behind the podium, and he raised his hand up to the air to quiet down the roaring crowd.
"My friends, you have welcomed me with open arms, after I took the initiative to save you from the oppressive and genocidal murderers of the Cold Empire. In my home world, Krypton, it was ruled by a high council. A high council that did not understand the struggles of the average civilian. The believed themselves to be invincible to any probable danger. It was that arrogance that led to the near death my people. I am just like you. I have struggled from the first day of my special forces training to becoming to supreme commander of Krypton's forces. I can understand all the fear, rage, and despair you all feel. A leader does not just lead his people, he serves and protects them. And that is what I will promise. King Cold said that he will attempt fight to his last breath. But I promise you this; I will win. I win. I always win!" Zod finished his introduction, and he turned around to his right, where Mala was standing to meet him.
"Place your hand upon the Book of Rao," Mala said to Zod, and he did so by step. "You know the oath?"
"Yes." Zod answered.
"Then speak." Mala said.
"I, Dru-Zod, do solemnly affirm that I will dedicate my efforts to the well-being of the people. I will implement all laws and actions to attain order and protection. I will insure all threats to the greater good of this nation will be dealt with swiftness and just. So help me Rao."
Right after the last words spoken out of Zod's mouth, Mala shook Dru's hands, for professional sakes.
"All recognize the first Prime Minister to the United Kryptonian Kingdom, Dru-Zod," Mala shouted with joy in her voice, seeing her beloved has gained control as leader to a new government for Krypton.
Zod listened to the cheers of all the people, as they were all chanting out his name just like the slaves he had saved from Cooler.
"ZOD! ZOD! ZOD! ZOD! ZOD!"
Dru looked to his left side, where the Kryptonian children were setting in their assigned seats for the inauguration. However, there was one child, which stood up from her seat, and she saluted the Prime Minister with great respect. That little one, was the same one that Zod saved, Faora.
Zod smiled and saluted back to Faora, so Faora then went back at ease stance.
'I am going to be like him. One day, I will be a leader just like him. I will bring great honor to my family,' Faora promised herself.
The next day…
Zod had received a message that the Saiyans had finally nominated for one of them to be an emissary to the Kryptonians. Now Zod was waiting in the presidential conference room, with Mala setting by him, while Non and Nam were standing right behind them as the honor guard to Zod.
"This Saiyan emissary. He is identified as, Tarble?" Mala asked to confirm.
"Yes. He was the son of the king of the Saiyans, before Freiza killed him," Zod provided a background he had received about Tarble.
In a few minutes, a soldier stationed in the base, opened the door for Tarble to enter. He was in the usual Saiyan uniform, and as his position of being prince of the Saiyans and his brother being lost after becoming a renegade to Freiza, Tarble was wearing a scarlet cape to represent his status. However, the cape gave Zod bad memories of a certain nemesis, but Zod kept his temper in check.
"Prince Tarble?" Zod addressed.
"Prime Minister Zod. I hope I can be an excellent emissary between our two races," Tarble stated, with a bit of uneasiness in his voice, being in the presence of the man who single handedly slayed Cooler.
"You will have to be. If we can get down to business, from the data of the Planet Trade Organization, it was stated that the majority of your race was called to your home world, and they died off after Lord Freiza destroyed it. Then sending war parties to hunt down the remaining Saiyans that were off on missions. How is it that there are established refugee societies of Saiyans split across different planets?" Zod asked.
"Apparently, my father, the king, had intentions of bringing independence to the Saiyan race, by sending selected few to uncatalogued planets," Tarble said, with a trace of disappointment and anger.
"Your heart rate has increased a bit. Internal body temperature has increased. Breathing rate increased. You're angry. Explain," Mala ordered Tarble.
"I am the black sheep of my royal family. Due to carrying the disability of being unable to gain enough power as your average Saiyan, my father and brother just assumed I had no fight in me. They casted me out of my home. My own father, just threw me out, as a disappointment and failure, to a planet with other alien races with no urge of fighting. Alone," Tarble vented out his reason of anger. All this time, the Saiyan assumed Tarble as just a pacifist weakling.
"I am assuming the Saiyans offered you the position of emissary just out of respect out of their fallen king?" Zod asked.
"Yes. Out of pity." Tarble answered.
"Then by the power invested by me, you are to be ruling representative of the Saiyans," Zod promoted Tarble.
"What? Why?" Tarble asked.
"I can see myself within you. Feeling powerless. Trying to be the proper leader and savior to his people," Zod said, as he stood up. "All in return, that you can have the Saiyans swear their service to my cause."
Tarble stood up and approached Zod, and he then kneeled before the General.
"The Saiyans will fight for you, and we will attain our vengeance and justice against Freiza and his family and race," Tarble swore.
"Rise before Zod," Zod said to Tarble.
Days later…
In a planet in the Kryptonian quadrant, there were numbers of alien races exiting, newly arrived ships from other planets, a vast majority of them, wishing to enlist with the Kryptonian army. A fraction of those enrolling individuals were Saiyans.
After the Saiyans hearing about the Kryponians purposing an alliance as a chance to get their chance of vengeance against the Icegen Empire after Freiza nearly killing their entire race. Among the Saiyans, was Turles. The whereabouts of his crew was unknown, except only to him.
"All people that want to enlist for combat, this way," a female humanoid was shouting out from her disk, as there were two soldiers standing right behind her.
Of course, all Saiyans walked to the direction where the woman was pointing out to. They soon walked into a building where there were lines formed for anybody to sign up to fight for the Kryptonians. It was a right time and right place, as there were two Kryptonians that were there inspecting the enlisting crowd. However, these two Kryptonians, Colonel Van-Na and Lieutenant Colonel Vali-Ra, didn't share as much respect for the Saiyans.
A soldier that was setting at a disk, looked up to the Saiyan that was standing in front of Turles and said;
"Stand still and let the power scanner measure your power," the soldier said.
"My last power level check was around 6,000." the Saiyan stated.
"I am not asking for your last, so called, power level. Now hold still," the soldier replied, as he held up a scanner.
The Saiyan scoffed and then just stood still, as the soldier then probed the scanner in front of the Saiyan. The scanner started beeping and the soldier looked at the screen.
"10,000. The scan also indicates that you are hiding a fraction of that power. Were you attempting to lie to me?" the soldier demanded an answer from the Saiyan.
"Hahaha. So you found a way to lower your power?" Turles asked out loud, as he was eavesdropping.
"Hey, I thought...," the Saiyan tried to state a defense, but it was right there, where Van saw the tension going on, and he decided to have his fun.
"He asked you a question. Identify yourself," Van-Na ordered.
"My name is Light. And I prefer to keep my true power away from others. Thank you very much," the Saiyan named, Light, stated his reason.
"I don't think you understand, you prideful little ape," Van was about to finish, but then he Vali interrupted.
"Apes don't have tails, Van. They fit more with monkeys," the female Kryptonian said.
The Saiyans that were around them, heard what Vali called them, and they didn't take it lightly at all. Dozens of them gathered, glaring at the Kryptonians, for using the insult that the same man who attempted exterminate their people. However, Turles, was keeping his cool, as he decided to let the other Saiyans pass by him to confront the Kryptonian pair.
"What the hell did you just call us?!" one of the Saiyans demanded said a rhetorical question.
"You better watch you're stuck up mouths, Kryptonian," another Saiyan threatened.
"Pfft. Saiyans. Yes, we heard about all the stories of how you lot were all supposed to be soldiers," Vali commented.
"Look at yourselves. You're not soldiers. At the very best you lot are just attack dogs. And it seemed your previous master decided to put you all down," Van said to all the Saiyans. He and Vali were not at all intimidated by the dozens of Saiyans surrounding them.
One Saiyan, did not tolerate the last insult, and threw a punch at Vali, only for the female Kryptonian easily moved her head to the side and kneed the Saiyan. The Saiyan was knocked back until her crashed into the wall. The other Saiyans looked at what had happened to their comrade, and a large fraction of them wanted retribution.
They all swamped the two Kryptonians, but the Kryptonians used their superior strength to throw a number of them away. A number of the Saiyans were all surprised to see the power of these Kryptonian officers, and considering they were almost just the field officers to the supreme commanders of the Kandorian Army.
Turles was one of the few who wasn't attacking the Kryptonians, because he wanted to see the strength of the Kryptonians first hand. The former renegade Saiyan looked to his side, to see the same Saiyan, Light, was also standing by observing the confrontation.
"I see you're one of the few who has a cool head," Turles said to Light.
"What? I just want to see what these Kryptonians are capable of with my own eyes. See it to believe it," Light explained his reason.
"You and me both," Turles responded, as he looked back to see one Saiyan male being thrown into his direction. Turles ducked to avoid the Saiyan from crashing into him.
"A little bird told me that you were pirate. How is it that you aren't even in bars, considering the serious laws the Kryptonians placed?" Light asked.
"Secret. Shh," Turles placed his finger to above his lip in a hushing manner.
"Whatever," Light responded, crossing his arms across his chest and turning back to watch the riot between the Saiyans and pair of Kryptonians.
As riot was still raging on, there was a loud and powerful boom, knocking everyone and everything in the large room down, and every window and glass shattered. It was General Mala, who had her hands clasped together like she had clapped, and her eyes were glowing red.
"What the hell is going here?!" Mala demanded an explanation.
"General, these Saiyan dogs don't know their place," Van explained.
"Liar! You were disrespecting our people!" one Saiyan female yelled.
"Silence! Colonel Van-Na and Lieutenant Colonel Vali-Ra! You all are sentenced to court martial!" Mala provided the sentences. The Kryptonian pair both showed shock and anger, but they did their best to conceal it and keep it to themselves, as they were facing their superior officer.
"Yes ma'am," both Kryptonians replied.
"As for the rest of you, through surveillance, I will find out who else was involved in this riot and you will all be punished extremely, if you do not turn in yourselves by the time I find out. Understood!" Mala addressed all the people that were in the large room.
"Yes, General," everyone replied.
Meanwhile…
On a planet in the Planet Trade Organization controlled territory of space, the king of the Icegen Empire was in a meeting with lesser leaders of his empire. King Cold walked into the room and walked to his seat and took a seat and slammed his hand to the table.
"What news on the Kryptonians," King Cold demanded an answer.
"The… situation may have changed a bit. They didn't kill the Legendary Super Saiyan, they neutralized him. He is under their control," one of members said.
"And what news of my son," Cold asked.
"After your last contact with him, warning him to leave Namek, there has been no communications getting through," another member stated.
"Then my son is lost. The Kryptonians are making their attack," King Cold said with a lower tone.
"Do I detect the acceptance of defeat?" an unknown voice was heard.
Everyone turned towards the right side of the room, to see a man in an expensive suit, white hair, but signs that he looked to be in his youth adult age. The members all prepared to fire at the mystery man.
"Who are you?! How did you get in here?!" King Cold demanded an answer.
"The second question, you will find out soon enough. My name, you may call me, Sera," the one, now identified, as Sera. "Oh, and please, if I was capable of entering your secured room, and if I had any intent of killing you, you all would have been dead. So get at ease."
All the members looked at each other, and King Cold thought for a moment and then said;
"Lower your power," Cold ordered, as everyone decided to follow through.
"Now, my king, I believe you have sort of a problem with these Kryptonians. You can say I am a, weapons provider," Sera said.
"What sort of weapons?" King Cold said, as he sat back down, waiting to be unimpressed.
"Ones that are capable of giving you the fighting edge against the Kryptonians," Sera said.
"Please show me," Cold demanded, still in a downer state.
"Very well then," Sera said, as he pulled out a control and pressed a button. The room was engulfed in a light, and everyone in the room was taken along with the light. They appeared on a uninhabited planet or moon.
"Where are we," Cold asked.
"Not too far away. Now, the weapons I have for you," Sera said, as he pointed the control up to the sky and pressed another button.
In the sky, planet sized machineries appeared from out of their cloaking forms. There were one larger than all the dozens of smaller planetary machines.
"What are they?" Cold asked.
"The larger war machine is called, Warworld. The little ones are, Warmoons. Entire planet sized warships. Everything making it up, one entire weapon. Each capable of destroying worlds to even shutting down suns," Sera presented the Warworld and Warmoons.
"Suns?" Cold repeated, quite intrigued by the feat that these war machines are capable of.
"I believe there are other things I should show you. It is inside the Warworld," Sera said, as he pressed another button, teleporting him and Cold into the Warworld.
They appeared inside a large warehouse sized room. The lights were off and there was only light from the light bulb Sera and Cold were standing under.
"We are inside Warworld?" Cold asked.
"Yes. And with one world sized war machine, you need an army sized crew," Sera said, as he pressed another button of his remote.
The lights in the large room turned on, revealing what was occupying the room. There were armored clad humanoid figures, in red metal armor, with grey metal faces. All of them were in perfect assembled formation, from the hundreds to thousands in that room. All of these, androids, in a sleep mode dormant state.
"Your new army. With it, no man, no life-form, can ever escape their conquering extermination methods. The Manhunters," Sera announced, as he pressed another button to the remote, teleporting Cold and himself somewhere else. This time, they appeared upon a throne.
"I am a king. And also a business man. Everything comes at a price," King Cold stated.
"Let's leave that for another time. I am offering a free trial run. If you are interested, then we may talk about a price payment," Sera offered.
"Hmhmhm. Then I would like to take the free trial run. Where are the keys?" King Cold asked with enthusiasm.
"The throne is right there," Sera pointed, as King Cold looked at it.
Cold observed the throne, and took Sera's word and went up to it and took his seat. Then, everything about that was Warworld, weapons, engines, power reactors, and the Manhunters, all flooded King Cold's mind. It was the shining example of true weapon engineering, and it was at Cold's command.
"Manhunters, approach the king," Cold commanded.
Then a door opened from the sides, revealing the Manhunters that were meant to guard the high master of Warworld.
The Manhunters lighted up in certain joints of their bodies, and that included their red glowing eyes. Their faces looked fairly resembling to a humanoid, but there was no emotions at all in their faces. The only trace of emotion in the Manhunters' faces could only be one thing, hatred.
"What is your primary objective?" Cold asked.
"Exterminate all life-forms. No man escapes the Manhunters." All Manhunters answered at the same time.
Meanwhile…
In the depths of space, in a cluster of space junk from the wreckage of different sorts of ships. However, at the center of the space wreckage, there was a massive space station of some sort. Inside the station, there was nothing but machinery.
Different sorts of drone robots working at different maintenance, while there were some that were taking part with something more vital. In one area of the massive space station, there were screens showing image of Zod's inauguration speech. Repeating the words, that he will be victorious. Over and over again.
Then something entered the room, and it was metal. Its feet clanging to the floor by every step it took. It was looking at the screen with Zod in the picture. There were other screens showing providing all the available information of the established borders to the United Kryptonian Kingdom.
"Prime Minister Dru-Zod. Your kingdom will fall. By my hand. And you will kneel before me."
Zod is no longer known as General. He is now, Prime Minister Dru-Zod. It seems there are Saiyans that are willing to work along with the Kryptonians, but an event shows that there are tensions between the Saiyans and Kryptonians. Who is this Sera? What is his gain from providing Warworld and Manhunters to King Cold? Another question to ask, how is it did he gain access to such weapons? Who else is planning to wage war against the United Kryptonian Kingdom?
Supreme Dalek: these Manhunters would make exceptional Daleks!
I am sure they would. They exterminated all life forms in an entire sector, and are an extremely hostile threat to the Green Lantern Corps.
Supreme Dalek: but ultimately, Daleks reign supreme! ALL HAIL THE DALEKS!