King Cold looked over at his youngest son. Frieza seemed to be the only one of his children that wasn't insane. Between Zera's insanity and Cooler's new attraction, he was growing angry and desperate. They needed to be making a plan of attack, not fucking going after a monkey and a midget.
"Do you have a request of me, Father?" Frieza asked, noting his father's frustration. When Frieza had learned of Cooler's infatuation, he had celebrated. This put him in the prefect position for the throne.
Cold smirked at his youngest child. "I think it's time that we threw our weight around. Don't you agree?"
Frieza grinned. "So you want me to go and cage some monkeys for you?"
Cold chuckled. "Only if you think they will be of any use."
"So that would be a no." Frieza laughed.
Cold turned his back to his son. "Take out as many as you like, but don't crush them completely. Just let them know who's boss."
"It would be my pleasure to do so." Frieza said, turning to take his leave.
"Frieza." Cold said.
"Yes, Father?" Frieza was still smirking to himself as he stared at the door.
"Promise me that you're not going to get all doe-eyed with some weakling." Cold said, not really worried, but not taking any more chances.
Frieza laughed. "Like I would ever dream of it. My marriage is up to you, Father. Do with me what you wish."
Cold laughed back. If any of his children were to remain by his side, it would be Frieza, his favorite son. "Good. Now go."
"Yes, Father. I shall return to you soon." Frieza left his father's office with a clear smirk on his face. He knew who he needed to talk to at the moment.
It didn't take him long to find his lackeys. "Zarbon, Dodoria."
Both men turned to look at him. Zarbon had been looking over his scouter and Dodoria was stuffing his face. "Yes, Lord Frieza." Zarbon answered.
"How would you like to go mess with some monkeys?" Frieza crossed his arms and grinned as his two followers began to laugh.
"Where do we sign up?" Dodoria answered.
Frieza chuckled. "Zarbon, Dodoria, get me an army. We're going to go have some fun."
Vegeta paced. Both he and Bulma had found nothing more about the spy. He just couldn't fathom someone betraying him after his father's destruction. That person had to be insane.
Bulma came forward, but she was frowning. "I take it that you've found nothing then?"
She nodded. "Whoever it is, he is really good at covering his tracks."
Vegeta growled and punched a wall, making a dent in it. "Bastard."
Bulma walked over and put her arm on Vegeta's. "Breaking things won't solve this."
He sighed. She was right. "Where else can we look?"
Bulma tried to smile. "I don't know. Isn't Tarble better at finding these things? Couldn't you ask him?"
Vegeta shook his head. "I already said that his mind is distracted. Until Gure is returned to him, he won't be focused on his work. I'm afraid that we are alone on this."
Bulma sighed. "Can't you at least tell him?"
"I don't wish to bother him. Tarble has enough to think about." Vegeta said, as a knock came to his door. "Come in." They were done with this subject anyway.
"My lord! There are a lot of enemy ships headed this way!" The guard said.
Vegeta glared. They were already on the move and he knew nothing of Kakarot's position. "Sound the alarm." The guard ran off and he turned to his mate. "Before this day is done, blood will be shed."
"Don't get yourself killed." She said worriedly.
Vegeta smirked. "I told you that wasn't going to happen." He made his way towards the door. A change of armor was in order.
As he reached his quarters, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about this. The last time he had really led his army was all of those years ago. Now he was going to have to command them once again.
He really had no excuse. Everything had fallen to Kakarot. His mind had been busy. His plans were becoming too great. The plan had been to take over the commission over the next five years, then he would take his place as the emperor of the galaxy and after that was done, he would make an heir. But of course something had to come along and get in his way. That was the way of fate.
But he was still determined. The galaxy would be his. The commission would become weaker because of this. If anything, he should be thanking King Cold. This was going to make his job easier in the future.
He finished changing up his armor. Instead of the regal look, it was made for combat. If it weren't for the royal seal on his chest, he would look like any other soldier, which was really the way he liked it. He kind of missed being on the battlefield. His blood was already pumping.
"Vegeta." He turned to look back at his mate. She still looked worried.
"I will return to you." He said, walking up to her and giving her a kiss before walking out the door and towards the armory.
He felt the stares of his people as he made his way to the war room. He could hear people talking around him. They were probably wondering what was going on. Bardock came to his side. He looked just as confused as the others.
"Silence." The room fell quiet as they all stared at him. He could lie, but that would only turn them against him. The truth was better. "The Cold Empire has returned." Whispers fell over the crowd. "They are on their way here. They wish to destroy us." He could see the faces around him pale. Some looked enraged. "But that's not going to happen. Today, they are going to learn not to mess with us." Cheers erupted around him. It was good to see that he hadn't lost touch with them completely. "As of now, they are within reach. But do not fear. They can no longer compare with us. They've been locked away and only wish to stretch their bones. Let's show them that they picked the wrong planet to mess with." Roars surrounded him. Why had he been away from briefings? He forgot the thrill he got from these. It was almost as if Kakarot's absence was a blessing. He was finding himself again. His ambitions and strengths were returning to him. He felt right at home again. Why was he ever worried? "You know your stations." He smirked wildly. "Do what you must! Take everything away from them but give them nothing!" Growls echoed around him and his blood pumped as he transformed. "Take them to the darkest fathoms of hell!"
With that they all ran off towards the threat. Everyone looked up at the sky. It was already turning dark from all of the ships that were coming in.
Vegeta growled. "Hold your ground!" With that he began sending an energy blast into the sky. In seconds, his power was magnified as the members of his army began to pour some of their power into his attack.
The sky lit up as shots fired down from above. Vegeta could hear the roars of victory and the screams of death. Blood rained down from above them as soldiers fell from the sky.
Vegeta smirked as a ship fell from the sky and its debris was shot out of the sky and away from the city.
Smoke was everywhere and Vegeta was loving it. Nothing was going to stop them. It didn't matter what they tried.
A blast came down from a neighboring ship. The laser scope filled the sky, burning multiple warriors to death in seconds. Vegeta glared at it. What was this thing? He had never seen such a contraption. Where did they get the idea for something like that?
His mind flashed to his kidnapped companion. They were making Raditz make weapons for them! It had to be. No one else could be that efficient. Next to him, Bardock growled. He had to have come to the same conclusion as Vegeta.
Horrible screams filled the air. "Evacuate the area and don't let that thing touch you!" He ordered as he felt uneasiness fill him. This wasn't a place he ever wanted to be in. Using Raditz's weapons was one thing, having them sent against him was another.
He flew up and found something very shocking. The soldiers were identical. Clones? How did Raditz make something like this in so little time? He knew that Frieza was low on manpower, but this was ridiculous. Who had ever heard of such a thing?
Vegeta growled with rage. A warrior needed to be trained to use their skill, not born in some factory. The fact that Cold would send such an abomination after his planet was an insult to him and his kind. His anger flared up and the light around him grew as he flew forward, punching one of these false warriors in the stomach, but his punch stayed in place. What was going on? This wasn't right.
He heard screams below him as his warriors fled from the blast. Vegeta froze in shock. The beam was going towards the palace. Bulma was there.
He snarled loudly and swung around, only to receive a punch in the face. But instead of looking up and seeing a face filled with pride, he saw nothing; a mindless, emotionless drone that had no concept of the thrill of the hunt. It made him sick to his stomach. What did Cold create and why? Drones were nothing but pawns. They're loyalty could be programed, so they were pretty much useless to him. Loyalty needed to be earned.
The drone made to punch him in the stomach, but he moved away from it and fired an attack in its face. Its body burned and he smirked. They were weak against energy blasts.
He looked back at his army. They looked pretty bad at the moment. Some had fled, while others were trying to clear out the buildings. He cleared his throat before he called out to his people. "Stop what you're doing!" Everyone seemed to stop in place. "We don't run! Throw their drones into the beam. It will slow it down. We can overload it!"
It was almost as if he was seeing a new army as they listened to his every word. Around him teams had moved to start tossing rubble and the drones at the impossible beam. At the same time, Vegeta looked up at the ship that was firing it. If he could get close enough. He could disable everything.
He flew up quickly, but was met in the sky by Dodoria. "Going somewhere, monkey?"
Vegeta smirked, finally someone that it would be satisfactory to kill. "You know you shouldn't have come here."
"Why's that?" Dodoria asked, lunging forward.
Vegeta wheeled around the overweight behemoth and delivered a kick to the man's face, making Dodoria fly backwards. Vegeta only chuckled at the look of shock on the fat man's face. It felt glorious to see that reaction. Watching an opponent flail around got his blood pumping. No wonder that drone did nothing for him.
Vegeta turned around and flashed to appear behind Dodoria, laughing as the man got close to the energy blast that he was preparing. "Because today is your funeral. GALIC GUN!"
The blast went right through the whale's back and through the other side. Dodoria was looking down at his body in shock. "How?"
Vegeta cackled behind him. "You were outclassed by a real warrior." Vegeta flew up and elbowed Dodoria in the head with all of his power. The purple blob's head flew off and crashed to the ground. The body fell after, and Vegeta took satisfaction in that.
The Emperor turned to look back at the ship. The weapon was still firing. He growled. He was going to stop it. No matter what, he was going to show the Cold Empire that they had messed with the wrong race.
To Be Continued…