Not long ago, just as Frieza and his forces had first arrived at Planet Vegeta.
In the starry expanse of space not far from the planet, a spaceship identical to Frieza's was also approaching. it had been trailing behind Frieza's vessel all along, maintaining a precise distance.
Inside the spaceship's command center, four massive screens mounted on the walls of the vast hall broadcasted a high-definition live feed of Planet Vegeta's surface. It showed the scene of Frieza's spaceship just after it had arrived and docked in outer space.
At that moment, a humanoid alien stood beneath the screens, watching the images in silence. A slight smile played across his lips, and his mood seemed somewhat excited. He had blue hair and purple skin, and his build was not particularly large.
"With Lord Frieza taking action personally, the Saiyans are certainly finished this time!"
Suddenly, a pitch-black alien stepped out from the darkness of the quiet hall with his arms crossed. He stared at the screens and spoke in a muffled, heavy voice.
"Ah... that is beyond doubt. That is King Frieza, after all."
The blue-haired alien smirked, his face full of wicked charm as he spoke.
"Hm? What is that pod? Confirm it on the screen."
The yellow-haired alien, who had been staring intently at the screen, suddenly froze. He seemed to have discovered something and immediately reached back, signaling the crew behind him to pull up a specific surveillance feed.
Immediately, an alien with dark-yellow skin, who had been sitting with his legs crossed, straightened up. His fingers flew across the control panel.
The four surveillance feeds merged into a single display. The screen showed a spherical mini-spaceship a Space Pod identical to those the Saiyans usually used for travel. It was hurtling through the starry void at extreme speeds.
After the operator performed another series of maneuvers, the internal surveillance feed of that small spaceship was presented before everyone.
The monitor revealed a very cute Saiyan child lying peacefully on a soft mat, fast asleep. One hand was balled into a tiny pink fist, while a finger from his other hand was tucked into his mouth as he sucked on it. On his head were three tufts of pitch-black hair pointing toward the upper right. He was Kakarot the same Kid Goku who had just been launched from Planet Vegeta.
"Isn't that a Saiyan brat? He seems to be heading toward that remote planet, Earth. Should we shoot him down?"
Seeing the Saiyan child and confirming the ship's destination, the dark-yellow alien turned to the blue-haired one to ask for instructions.
"Let him go!"
At that moment, another voice rang through the hall. It sounded somewhat lazy, yet it carried an undeniable sense of majesty.
"Ah..."
The moment they heard the voice, every alien in the room turned around, their faces reflecting disbelief.
A flight instrument, looking exactly like Frieza's Hoverchair, slowly drifted down. The pitch-black alien and the dark-yellow alien immediately placed one hand over their chests and dropped to one knee to welcome the arrival. Once those two finished their salute, the blue-haired alien also hurried to kneel. The three of them waited in place with reverent expressions.
"This is the sector assigned to Frieza's responsibility. He sowed the seeds of this disaster himself; let him weed them out. We must suppress seven planets before the day is out."
"However, even if it is just a Saiyan brat, the fact remains that a Saiyan was allowed to escape. Because he failed to achieve total annihilation, our plan to pacify this region of the universe has been delayed. This is all because everyone puffs Frieza up too much. Frieza is truly quite naive!"
The Hoverchair drifted forward slowly, Cooler's cold and rebuking voice echoing through the empty hall. The aliens kneeling on the ground were so terrified they didn't dare to breathe. Only when the Hoverchair reached the front of the group did it turn around to face them. By then, the aliens had stood up and were standing straight, waiting for further orders.
Surprisingly, the owner of this voice had called Frieza by his name without any titles. Not only that, his words were laced with dissatisfaction and blame. His final sentence sounded like an elder lecturing a junior, as if Frieza were nothing more than a naive, childish boy in his eyes.
"Yes, Lord Cooler!" all the aliens responded respectfully.
Indeed, the figure who treated Frieza with such utter disregard was none other than Cooler, one of the super-powerhouses of the Frieza Race and Frieza's elder brother. It was no wonder he spoke of Frieza in such a manner.
This spaceship belonged to the Cooler Corps.
Afterward, Cooler and his subordinates continued to watch the events on Planet Vegeta. It seemed they wanted to appreciate Frieza's "masterpiece" to watch the most beautiful fireworks display in the universe.
As the footage continued, the evolution of the battle on Planet Vegeta unfolded. It began with Bardock's courageous charge against ten thousand foes, followed by Frieza's Supernova, and finally the various anomalies that emerged later.
As they watched, Cooler's expression gradually became grim and solemn. Meanwhile, the surrounding alien subordinates were completely stunned and terrified.
Consequently, Cooler gave the direct order for the ship to head toward Planet Vegeta at full speed.
By the time Frieza was being ravaged and driven into the depths of the earth, Cooler's spaceship finally arrived at Planet Vegeta.
"King Cooler, the warriors are all ready."
At this time, the blue-haired alien stepped forward to report. He was Salza, the leader of the elite Armored Squadron and a capable general under Cooler. He was highly intelligent and deeply trusted by Cooler.
"Good. Deploy everyone immediately and exterminate every last Saiyan. As for that Saiyan brat, leave him to me."
Cooler's arrogant face was etched with endless rage. A murderous intent flickered in his crimson eyes, and his icy tone caused the temperature in the surrounding space to plummet, sending chills through everyone's bones.
Frieza had actually been defeated. This didn't just slap Frieza in the face; it humiliated the entire Frieza Race. He would not allow anyone to challenge the majesty and noble status of their great race. He intended to use Qin Yan's blood to wash away this disgrace.
...
On Planet Vegeta.
Qin Yan looked up at the sky, where a massive, disc-shaped spaceship was slowly descending.
Then, under the gaze of everyone present, a vast swarm of aliens emerged from the ship. They were the Cooler Corps. In an instant, the sky was filled with a dense mass of aliens, descending upon the ground like a plague of locusts, their collective pressure weighing down on the land.
Suddenly, Qin Yan saw four dark shadows flying toward him at incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, they landed directly opposite him.
Qin Yan looked at these uninvited guests. The leader was none other than Cooler, accompanied by the three members of his Armored Squadron.
Cooler locked his crimson eyes onto Qin Yan, radiating an aura of extreme danger.
Just as Cooler was about to speak.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted. The deep pit at Qin Yan's feet collapsed further, and amidst a rising cloud of dust, a dark figure shot out from underground.
The sudden development caused everyone to shift their attention.
When the figure landed, everyone finally saw his face. It was Frieza. He was in a pathetic state—his body was covered in bruises, and blood was leaking from his mouth, nose, and the corners of his eyes. He was panting heavily, his energy completely chaotic. He was clearly severely injured and at the end of his rope.
Seeing Frieza in such a wretched state, Cooler and his men were shocked.
Cooler's shock was quickly replaced by boundless fury. His subordinates, meanwhile, were already frightened out of their wits. To think that someone as powerful as King Frieza could be beaten like a stray dog.
"The Lord told you to destroy Planet Vegeta, yet you've managed to turn the situation into this mess. I take it you're tired of living, aren't you, Frieza?"
Looking at the blood-soaked and disheveled Frieza, Cooler spoke with an expression of disgust and accusation.
"Hm? Cooler? Why are you here?"
Frieza froze for a moment, appearing confused. Hearing someone dare to call him by his name had already sent him into a rage, and he turned toward the source of the voice, ready to explode. But when he saw the newcomer was his elder brother, Cooler, Frieza's face filled with shock and disbelief.
"Cooler! What the hell are you barking about!"
Frieza then realized his current state. He was a complete mess, and his elder brother and his subordinates had seen it. Where was he supposed to hide his proud face now? How could he maintain his authority before his subordinates in the future? Feeling as if his shameful secret had been exposed, Frieza roared in a fit of rage born of humiliation.
"My business is none of your concern! Furthermore, this is my sector! Your hand is reaching too far. Get the hell back to your own territory!"
Frieza spoke with a dark, displeased expression, immediately issuing an order for Cooler to leave.
"Ho ho ho! So you still remember that this is your sector."
Cooler didn't care in the slightest. He looked perfectly composed and completely ignored Frieza's words, ultimately unable to resist mocking him.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you first right now!"
Seeing Cooler's smug expression, Frieza felt as if he were being laughed at. Fury surged within him, and a powerful murderous intent erupted from his body.
"You stupid thing, stop making a fool of yourself. Control yourself and deal with the guy in front of us first."
Facing Frieza's stubbornness, Cooler also grew angry and snapped back. He was far more mature and calm than Frieza, knowing exactly what should and should not be done when facing a great enemy.
Even as Cooler spoke to Frieza, his eyes remained fixed on Qin Yan.
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