Cooler backed up, gathering energy in his hand. This would be easy. The saiyan prince wasn't a fighter, so this would be a walk in the park. He made to launch his attack, only for it to disappear into thin air.
The Frostian stared at the air for a second wondering where his attack went, only to hear laughter behind him. He looked around. Tarble had disappeared. He growled. "Get out here you coward!"
The cackling continued, making the Frostian feel nothing but dread. "I'm the coward? I'm not the one that has to force himself on women, am I?" Tarble said, making the area around them echo.
Cooler looked around him. This wasn't supposed to be this annoying. He was just supposed to take out this piece of trash while his brother and father dealt with the rest of the saiyans. "I don't have time for your games."
Tarble only cackled some more. "Then why did you even come? I thought you wanted to play with me?" The saiyan said, but Cooler couldn't figure out the saiyan's location. The saiyan prince could be anywhere. "Why else would you show up to my Kingdom?"
Cooler felt a chill go up his spine and he turned to find everything behind him encased in darkness. "What the hell?" Cooler said, trying to back away.
"But where are my manners? I am a King after all," Tarble said coming out of the darkness. "And as a King, I must meet with dignitaries, like yourself." The saiyan's eyes shone in the darkness. "Or rather, I should invite you to stay," Tarble said with an evil cackle.
Cooler filled his hands with energy blasts while transforming to his final form as darkness surrounded the nightwalker prince.
Vegeta kept his eyes on the prize. He couldn't lose here. Not to someone like Cold.
Cold chuckled. "So this is Planet Vegeta." The King looked around. "It doesn't look like much…but it could fetch a good price."
Vegeta scowled. "It sounds like you're confident." He had already transformed into his super saiyan form.
Cold only laughed. "I have no reason to be afraid of an ape like you," the King scoffed. "Like a monkey could rule the galaxy."
The emperor only smirked. "We'll see about that." He dove forward, planning on landing a punch in the King's face, only for Cold to stop his hand in air.
Vegeta made to shift around so he could land a hit on his target, but the King was too fast for him. The Emperor was forced to look around himself and catch his bearings. Only to find Cold laughing at him as his form changed, making the frostian stronger.
The emperor didn't have time to move as he was batted out of the sky, going through more than one building as he was tossed backward.
Vegeta only had a small window of time to move though as Cold was on him in seconds. How the hell was this bastard so fast? The emperor just barely moved out of the way only to watch as the buildings around him crumbled under the frostian's punch. Vegeta didn't even stop to stare at the damage, he knew better than that. If he was touched by the King, he would die. What he needed to do was find the King's weakness.
But as he tried to think, he was heavily distracted. Cold wasn't letting up on him, not by a long shot. The King continued to throw punches and kicks, but all Vegeta could do was dodge. He knew if he got hit again, he would be in real trouble.
But as he was thinking this, a blow hit him in the chest knocking him back and out of his super saiyan form. The Emperor had to catch his breath as the air had been knocked out of him. He made to move, but this time he wasn't fast enough as Cold landed next to him and proceeded to kick him in the gut.
Vegeta mentally cursed himself. He should have been training, but he had been so focused on finding the spy and then Tarble, that he didn't have the time. Now he was at the mercy of the King.
Cold laughed. "So this is what you were planning to show me?" The alien leaned down, grabbing him by the hair. "It looks so impressive," Cold said with sarcasm.
Vegeta snarled, glaring into the King's eyes. "You won't get away with any of this," the emperor snapped.
Cold's eyes narrowed. "You're much like a small animal. You have more bark than bite." The King dropped him. "You talked a lot, but in the end you lost. What a pity."
The saiyan royal made to pull himself up, but found that he was far too weak. He was bleeding from somewhere, he could see it on his chest, but he had no idea where it was coming from.
"It seems like the takeover of this "Emperor" will be a success. I bet that Cooler his having a field day on that moon of yours," Cold said, catching Vegeta's interest. "Oh, you don't know? How interesting."
The saiyan couldn't help but be curious about Cold's interest in their moon. The fact that Cooler was there didn't bode well with him. He snarled at Cold, wanting an answer.
Cold only chuckled. "So you haven't noticed a missing baby brother of yours?" It felt like Vegeta's heart had stopped. Tarble was on the moon… with Cooler. The frostian prince would tear his brother apart. Tarble wasn't in his right mind at the moment. Cooler could easily take advantage of his brother's insanity and take him out. "It shouldn't take Cooler long at all. Especially if he took the amulet like I told him to," Cold said with an air of amusement.
Vegeta stopped breathing. His brother was not only in danger, but powerless and in a state of mind that could easily kill him. Images flashed through his head as he conjured up the images of his brother's corpse. The Emperor began to shake. Memories began to appear before his eyes, his brother's birth, his weekly visits to the dark room, Tarble's first taste of freedom, his brother's face as he gave him a smile after one of his stories, the day of his brother's first kill, the beginning of the lab, seeing his brother dying in that hospital bed when he returned from earth, and finally, his brother's hatred of him the last time he had seen him. Vegeta felt a single tear fall from his eye. He couldn't die here. He had to get to the moon and stop Cooler from killing Tarble.
"Right now, Cooler has probably already dispatched that common trash," Cold said, staring down at the emperor. "And there is nothing you can do about it." The King sneered. "Soon, the Cold Empire will take over the entire galaxy, history to forget all of you."
Vegeta wasn't thinking of Cold's words at all. His mind was completely focused on Tarble. The more he thought about Cooler going after Tarble, the greater his anger became. It was like there was an all-consuming fire beginning to burn under his skin as he began to start shouting in anger. Not only was his rage growing, it was painful. His mind was becoming cloudy as he focused completely on the image of his brother's death, followed by the image of his mate. His hair began to light up again as he went straight into his super saiyan form, but around him the land began to rock from side to side. Cold looked around in confusion, but Vegeta didn't give a shit about him. A growing need to kill was taking over him. Someone was harming those close to him. His brother was a sitting duck. His people were sitting ducks. He couldn't let this happen.
A crackling sound entered the emperor's ears, but he didn't care about that at all. All he could see was the look of shock on Cold's face as he made to stand from the ground. There was a static that filled the air and the Emperor felt as if he could sense everything around him, but that sense was tunneling itself. Making it so the saiyan could put all of his focus and rage where it needed to be.
Cold made to throw a punch at him, but it didn't even land. Vegeta caught it just as the King has caught his punch earlier. The emperor began to smirk darkly as yellow surrounded him.
The King made to pull Vegeta forward, but the saiyan held himself still, keeping his grip on the frostian. The King tried his hardest to pull his hand back, but it was clenched so tightly in the saiyan's grasp. "Where do you think you're going?" Vegeta chuckled.
The King stared at him in terror then tried to change forms to get away from him, but it was of no use. There was no way that the Emperor was going to let his prey go now that he had caught it. He squeezed his hand, pulling Cold forward so that he could kick him in the stomach. Blood splattered on the saiyan's armor. Vegeta twisted the arm around Cold's back, blasting him across his kidneys, making the frostian cough up a mix of blood and bile.
The Emperor chuckled. As he looked down at his prey, Cold was trying to crawl away, but he wouldn't allow it. Each second that went by, Vegeta's mind conjured up image after image of his brother's corpse. Every image was fueling the growing wrath inside of him, which in turn, pushed him forward. It was as if that fury was taking over his very existence, but he as far beyond caring.
Vegeta began to collect energy in his palm, just as the King made to stand up. He wanted the King to stand. There would be no greater pleasure than watching this monster in pure agony.
Cold made to turn around, just as Vegeta fired the blast, but it missed, making a nearby cruiser explode. The screams of horror entered the saiyan's ears, fueling his blood lust even more.
The King didn't have time. He tried to fire off a couple of blasts at the emperor, only for Vegeta to block every single one. The saiyan's dark grin was growing as he took step after step forward, stalking the King.
Cold walked backwards, until his back ran into a rather large building. He looked up. "So you're willing to sacrifice this building then?" The frostian wanted to get the saiyan feeling guilty for his blind rage, but nothing seemed to faze him. "You know how many of families have to live here," Cold said, his voice beginning to waver.
Vegeta didn't even look up; he didn't even care about that building. He just threw a punch in the gut of the King, sending him flying through the walls of the building and out the other end. The emperor didn't stand still though. He flew after the frostian, only so he could set his foot on the King's head.
The emperor let out a snarl as he looked down at the King's broken body. "Pathetic," Vegeta snapped as he pushed his foot down on the frostian's head.
Cold cried out in agony, which was music to the saiyan's ears. He wanted to hear more. Vegeta pushed down harder, earning him a scream.
At the same time, the saiyan emperor began to form an attack in his hand. He wanted to watch this. He would always remember this. Vegeta closed his eyes then opened them, finding that Cold was no longer under his foot, but Cooler was there instead. The royal began to laugh darkly as he released his attack, letting it pierce through the armored skin of his victim. More blood splattered around him as he looked down at the frostian's exposed heart. It was still beating in his chest.
The emperor's smirk grew as he leaned down quickly, ripping the heart free from the King before tossing it in the air, where he blasted it to pieces.
Strangely enough, the Frostian was still alive. There had to be another heart or something. Not that it mattered. "So this is how you'll be remembered? How sad." The emperor picked up his foot before stomping down on the frostian's head, bashing it in. But that wasn't enough. He kept going, stomping on it over and over again, sending blood everywhere.
It wasn't until at least five minutes passed of him stomping in the corpse's face, did he begin to breathe again.
Vegeta looked around his planet, seeing that the war was still going on around him. The building behind him just had a large hole through the bottom of it. His eyes looked back down, finding Cold…well, he thought it was Cold.
The emperor took a step away from the frostian only to catch his reflection in a piece of glass. He looked like a super saiyan, but the aura around him was different, as was the electricity that was crackling. It slowed down though, as he faded back to his base form.
Vegeta looked down at his hands. He didn't really remember much of what just happened. It was as if his mind had been shut off for the most part.
The Emperor sighed. He was sure there was something that Cold had told him, but now he had no idea what that even was.
As he flew up and back into the warzone, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. The idea of being without control was terrifying. He finally understood why Raditz didn't want him going after that second form. In the future, he would make himself better so that it never happened again.
As he rose into the sky, he noticed that the ships in the air began to explode one by one. His warriors were cheering in triumph. They had done it. They had won. The Cold Empire had been defeated by their former slaves. Only one thing could make his moment sweeter in the Emperor's mind.
"Get ready, Tarble. I'm going to find you soon." With that he flew back to the palace, with the distraction gone, he could finally focus on finding his brother, he just hoped that he wasn't too late.
To Be Continued…