At the nearby docking field, Cooler descended from his ship seated in the same hover-chair used by Frieza.
He bore the distinctive features of the Frost Demon Clan—blood-red eyes, dark purple-black lips, and white bio-armor covering his head and chest.
Cooler's first form differed slightly from Frieza's. There were no sharp black horns atop his head; instead, it was smooth and rounded.
"Salza… why did Masku call us here?"
Cooler's voice was low and hoarse as he floated down from the ship, like a venomous snake's hiss—chilling to the bone.
Three figures followed closely behind him: Salza, with a battle power of 170,000; Dore, at 185,000; and Neiz, at 163,000.
Salza stepped forward, his expression grim.
"Masku said that many of our people have been placed on the Galactic Patrol's wanted list."
"The Galactic Patrol?"
Cooler rested his chin on one hand, the other tapping lightly against the armrest of his chair as he sneered.
"Masku only has eighty thousand battle power. He's afraid of those Galactic Patrol trash?"
"Lord Cooler, the Galactic Patrol isn't what it used to be."
Salza pulled out an electronic device and checked the data displayed on it.
"According to our investigation, two years ago a Saiyan gathered the scattered survivors of their race and led them to join the Galactic Patrol."
"The Patrol already had numbers—now that Saiyans have joined them, they finally possess real high-end combat power."
A cold glint flashed through Cooler's eyes.
Among the Frost Demon Clan, a saying had always been passed down:
Beware the golden-haired Super Saiyan.
That was why he and his father, King Cold, had insisted that Frieza eradicate the Saiyan race entirely.
And in Age 737, Frieza had indeed destroyed Planet Vegeta along with the Saiyans.
But Frieza was arrogant to the extreme—he never took the clan's warning seriously.
Not only did he spare Vegeta's squad, he also ignored the Saiyans exiled across the universe.
"My foolish little brother is truly reckless," Cooler sneered.
"If a Super Saiyan emerges among them… things could get very interesting."
In truth, Cooler had always known that Saiyans still existed.
He had been present when Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta—and he had personally seen Son Goku escape aboard a ship.
But the North Galaxy was Frieza's domain, so Cooler hadn't interfered.
If a Super Saiyan appeared, that would simply be Frieza suffering the consequences of his own arrogance.
"Salza, those Saiyan monkeys do have decent strength," Cooler said as he guided the hover-chair forward, his tone dismissive.
"Especially when they transform into Great Apes—their battle power multiplies tenfold."
"But Planet Vegeta is gone. Even if a few Saiyans survived, they're nothing but trash. Hardly what I'd call high-end combatants."
Cooler still vividly remembered a Saiyan infant with a battle power of two flying past his ship long ago.
"No, Lord Cooler—those Saiyans are becoming frightening."
Salza followed closely, his face growing increasingly tense.
"In the East Galaxy, it's manageable for now—only subordinates with tens of thousands in battle power have been captured."
"But in the North Galaxy…"
"The Ginyu Force has been completely wiped out."
"Oh?"
Cooler halted his hover-chair, frowning deeply.
"When did this happen?"
Though Cooler's Armored Squadron was stronger than the Ginyu Force, Captain Ginyu himself was no weakling.
For someone like that to die was genuinely shocking.
"You instructed us to stay clear of the North Galaxy," Salza replied.
"I don't know exactly when Ginyu died—but I believe it's connected to those Saiyans."
The hover-chair moved again as Cooler advanced, deep in thought.
The Galactic Patrol.
The Saiyans.
Ginyu's death.
All of it filled him with a growing sense of unease.
The docking field was barely a kilometer away from the tallest building on Planet Bell.
Cooler arrived quickly.
"Lord Cooler, since the Galactic Patrol dares to arrest members of our legion, when do we—"
Salza hadn't finished speaking.
Cooler's hover-chair suddenly came to a stop.
A lone figure stood before the building.
He resembled a Saiyan—but there was no tail behind him.
"How dare you block Lord Cooler's path—are you courting death—"
Neiz raised his hand, preparing to fire an energy blast.
"Stop."
Cooler lifted his hand, halting Neiz. He stared at Gran, his expression grave.
"Who are you?"
There was something strange about the man's attire—Cooler felt as though he'd heard it described before.
"King Cold's eldest son… Frieza's brother… the emperor who rules the East Galaxy…"
Gran smiled—a smile he clearly found very charming.
"Cooler, right? Aren't you going to invite me up for a seat?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the towering building behind him.
Salza and the others fell silent.
Their lord's strongest form possessed a terrifying 470 million battle power—how did this man dare speak so casually?
Did he not even know how to spell the word death?
Even Cooler hesitated.
He couldn't see through the man before him. And the outfit—yes, he was certain now—he'd heard of someone dressed like this.
"I am Cooler," he said slowly, floating down from his chair.
"And may I ask who you are, sir?"
He stepped forward and extended his hand, as though to shake.
"So the Frost Demon Clan does have manners," Gran chuckled.
He reached out and shook Cooler's hand, his smile growing even brighter.
"As for my name—
you may address me as the Candidate God of Destruction."
The moment the words left his mouth—
A distant boom echoed through the air, as though powerful beings were clashing somewhere far away.
Soon, Salza's communicator crackled to life with a frantic cry:
"Captain Salza! The Galactic Patrol brought a Saiyan child to arrest me—please hurry and save me!!"
Salza's face turned pale as he hurriedly looked toward Cooler.
Unbeknownst to him—
Cooler's expression was even worse.
A Candidate God of Destruction…
A potential future God of Destruction…
"Lord Cooler, should we go save Masku—"
Salza didn't get to finish.
"Silence!"
Cooler kicked Salza away in a single motion, then hastily stepped back two paces. He bowed deeply toward Gran.
"I am Cooler.
Greetings, Candidate God of Destruction."
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