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"A saiyan, you say, hm?"
The figure in question gazed out at the large expanse of open space from his viewport window. Witnessing the collection of stars and the wispy appearance of distant nebulae was always a humbling experience for him.
It was really one of the only activities that he allowed to be a humbling experience, studying the vastness of space. So for his son to report this bit of news to him at this very moment was quite wise of him indeed.
"Correct, father. My crew had witnessed his last moments through a space probe. There was no way for me to have reached in time to assist," Cooler replied, his eyes slightly downcast in calm anger. It was public knowledge that he and his brother were not extremely close, but they had a common distaste of Saiyans. For his death to be so...abrupt and by such graceless barbarians, was an insult to the Cold family's dignity.
King Cold sighed, the grief thinly layered in his tired exhale. "For him to suffer a death so unsightly." He glanced at his remaining son who stood to his right side, a contemplative expression on his face.
"What do you think we should do about them?" The wine glass he held in his left hand contained an expensive wine, known for it's exquisite taste. Idly, Cold slowly moved the glass from side to side, the drink rotating within the container.
"First and foremost, I'd like to take revenge on those Saiyans," Cooler replied almost immediately. The fact that Cold had asked what his next move would be showed that he was trusting him to take the next step. "However, we need more information..."
Cold was aware of his cautiousness. The recording was proof of the existence of a Super Saiyan. For a savage planet of monkeys to have a Legend with even a smidge of truth to it.
It was quite insulting, really.
"Do what you must, my son. My forces will readily assist yours when you feel it necessary," the patriarch announced with finality. Cooler nodded his acknowledgement, before touching on another topic.
"Does mother know of what happened?"
King Cold allowed himself a small chuckle, sipping on his wine.
"She doesn't. We'll wait until the Saiyans are extinct before revealing the news to her. You know how...destructive her tantrums can be."
His son grunted in agreement, not very excited at the idea of her finding out what happened to her favorite son. If she had it her way, she'd destroy Planet Vegeta and all of it's neighboring planets as well, simply because they were in the same solar system.
Cold took another sip of his wine, turning away from the viewport. "Contact my ship when you're ready."
"Much appreciated, father," Cooler nodded respectfully, his worries lifting a little at his father's words. As King Cold departed deeper into the ship, Cooler had taken to observing the great emptiness of space.
Yes, he and his family were the strongest beings in the universe. Frieza died only because of carelessness. A mistake that Cooler wouldn't repeat.
"Worry not, brother. Your death will not go unavenged."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"You're welcome to try and disobey her direct orders."
Although the response sounded sarcastic, those quite serious words left the assistant doctor nervous and fearful. His superior, the very much human looking medical officer had an unreadable expression on his face.
They had finally completed the blood research of the so-called Legendary Super Saiyan. And now the Queen demanded a sample of it. Prepared in an injection device.
The assistant watched as the head doctor carried the vial over to the needle, using a vacuum sealed tube to transfer the blood. One of his pointed ears, similar in aesthetic to a Namekians, except bluish in color, twitched by nervous instinct. He rubbed the white hair on his head, staring at the needle as if it could suddenly explode any give second. "I know this is troubling, but disobeying the Queen will only lead to death."
"But sir...That blood...You've seen the test results. No one should be abusing that kind of power!" It was unreal. The findings from the Saiyan Broly's blood would make any sane man's heart freeze in fear. His blood was similar to a battery with a constantly rising charge limit. It was akin to a diagram of an invincible humanoid bomb. Any Saiyan with this ability was inherently dangerous simply by living long enough.
His superior paused momentarily in their work, examining the needle now filled with what could very well be a weapon of mass destruction. He exhaled, placing the now filled syringe on the work table. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to destroy the needle and all of the research they conducted.
"I'm a doctor, dammit..." he reflected aloud, barely audible by his assistant. It was no doubt that he was well aware of the ramifications of what this blood could do, were it to be injected into another Saiyan. "This wouldn't be so hard to go through with if it wasn't for the fact that these are Saiyans we're dealing with..." he continued, his eyes now closed behind his glasses. He massaged the bridge of his nose, as if he felt a migraine coming along. Doctors were meant to pursue knowledge, not create this...thing that laid on the table in front of him.
"There's nothing for it now. What's done is done," he resolved. "Can't be any worse than working for the Cold family," he mumbled under his breath. His assistant swallowed nervously, knowing that the Queen or her soldiers would be arriving any moment to "appropriate" all of the research.
Only seconds later, the only door leading to this particular lab whooshed open, allowing entry of two Saiyan elite guards. The both of them looked like your average Saiyan, with unruly hair that any human would claim defied gravity, and standard issue armor, complete with scouters over their left eyes.
"You know why we're here doc. Queen's orders."
The doctor sighed in resignation, stepping aside to allow them access to the computer terminal and the syringe. As much as he wanted to stop them in any way he could. It would be stupidity on his part. They could simply kill him and take the research any way...
One of the Saiyans procured a pod shaped device that could fit in the palm of one's hand, from within his Saiyan vest, attaching it to a port on the computer terminal. Once the information was downloaded, the other guard retrieved the syringe while the other grabbed the earlier attached device, withdrawing almost as quickly as they arrived.
Some thoughts ran through his mind, but foremost among them had to do with distant space.
How many planets had he possibly doomed with this research?
As noted by the latest reviewer, the chapter content is moving a bit slow in terms of story progression. It will pick up a lot more next chapter. Again, I apologize for the late updates. I'm saving up some money before I go back to school, so I haven't been able to focus too much on it. Don't worry though, I plan to finish both this story and the Legend of Korra one. So please, keep looking out for updates.