44 Beginning of the End

In the faraway reaches of a distant Solar System, a mesmerizing sight of stood before those who had traveled there. Dozens of planets, each one radiating a different color, never once repeating. They're colors and features hinting at untold wonders just waiting to be beheld.

Some planets were peaceful and serene, bathed in gentle shades of blue and silver. While others boasted fiery reds and oranges, storms rampaging across the crust.

It was truly a sight to behold.

"Get out of my sight!"

Suddenly, a large supernova had made its way towards the star of the solar system, colliding with it and engulfing the entire star. The supernova had briefly condensed into itself before bursting into a massive, fiery explosion.

The planets that were closely surrounding the star had perished alongside it, with the other planets now drifting off in the vast emptiness of space, the star's gravity no longer holding them.

"It would seem you've mastered my technique."

On the outskirts of the former Solar System, a ship could be seen floating amidst the stars. Two individuals could be seen floating on the outside of said ship.

Cooler, the Supreme Master of the Universe. The firstborn son of King Cold and elder brother to Emperor Frieza.

Zyleth, the undefeatable Saiyan Vanguard. The firstborn of the mighty Saiyan, Bardock, and right hand of Lord Cooler.

Destroyers on a multi-galactic scale, both rumored to be more powerful than the mighty Lord Frieza himself.

"Nothing much to it." Zyleth said as he wrung out his wrist. "I'm just glad you finally taught it to me. I've been wanting to create supernovas since the first time you destroyed a planet."

"That was because you were not worthy of it until now." Cooler replied, smacking his tail against the hull of the ship. "Don't mistake this kindness for lenience. I fully expect you to continue going all out in your duties."

"Yeah, yeah." Zyleth groaned. "As if I would give anything less."

A sudden alert rang through the pairs Scouters, both reading them silently before releasing groans of annoyance.

"Again? This is.... what, the sixth time in the span of two weeks?" Zyleth asked.

"That short, spoiled, contemptuous brat..." Cooler said through gritted teeth before suddenly turning and flying back into the ship. "You're dismissed for the day, Zyleth. Do whatever you please."

Zyleth let out a tired sigh and flew back into the ship himself, making his way towards the Training Area.

It has been two years since Zyleth had been first inducted into the Cooler Force. While he was already high up on the food chain given his immediate transfer into the Armored Squadron, the unusual attention given to him by Lord Cooler made him rise even higher, eventually becoming his right hand after only one year.

After the discovery of his abilities to grow stronger after near death, Cooler pushed Zyleth to his limits time and time again. As the power disparity became less and less, so did the growth in power.

Eventually, Zyleth became powerful enough to actually push back, which is what both he and Cooler had been waiting for. Now instead of a one sided beat down, the two could finally get started on what they both wanted.

The two trained together religiously, pushing each other to greater, more powerful heights many never believed possible.

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Hours later, I was floating in the middle of the Training Room, meditating in the lotus position. A thin layer of my dark purple aura surrounded me as I meditated, a slight spark of black shining through.

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration and I immediately stop.

"Damn..." I muttered.

I've been trying to get a handle on the Evil Saiyan transformation for two years, and nothing I do seems to work. Accessing the transformation wasn't the problem, I could transform whenever I wanted.

It was keeping my sanity that was the primary issue.

At my current state, there's no one who could match me if I transformed. Cooler would be dead in seconds, not even his fully powered fifth form could hope to make a scratch on me.

I suppose that's the problem with growing stronger. If you can't control yourself, you'll end up destroying everything around you whether you want to or not.

It was for that exact reason why I didn't transform into a Super Saiyan yet, even though I know that I can.

After a particularly grueling training session with Cooler, the Zenkai I had received was no where near to the ones I had been receiving. I was so frustrated with my slow growth that I got decently angry, causing Cooler to notice my hair flicker with the signature Super Saiyan gold for a brief moment.

Soon after, I went into the Training Room to test out a theory, which later proved to be correct.

That "tingling" that the Universe Six Saiyans felt on their backs during their transformations?

It was their S-Cells.

Inside every Saiyan were these microscopic cells called S-Cells. The more you have, the easier it will be to access the Super Saiyan transformation. The amount of S-Cells in a Saiyans body were determined by two factors.

The first was nature. A gentle natured Saiyan will be able to achieve Super Saiyan much easier than a Saiyan of violent nature.

And the second was battle power. Pretty self explanatory, the higher your battle power, the more S-Cells.

The Universe Six Saiyans had both of those factors in a vast abundance. Compared to their Universe Seven counterparts, U6 Saiyans were both gentle in nature and very powerful whilst in base.

The "tingling" they had felt during their transformations wasn't anything special to them. Every Saiyan, Universe Six or not, has that tingling sensation. It was the feeling of your S-Cells releasing the energy needed to produce the Super Saiyan transformation.

After figuring that out, I realized that my overwhelming battle power had basically allowed me to willingly draw out the transformation without the need for an emotional trigger.

And since Caulifla didn't need an emotional trigger for Super Saiyan 2, it's a safe bet that I most likely wouldn't need such a thing either once my battle power grows higher and higher, which is a big load off of my shoulders.

The thought of needing an emotional trigger to access the Super Saiyan forms weighed on me more than I care to admit. If all I needed was power, then I'm already on the right track for that.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by an alert sounding from my Scouter. I check the message and see that it was Cooler calling me to the control room.

I stand up and make my way there, passing by a few of the crew, who salute me as I went along. I shook my head and let out a tired sigh. I hated that.

I've always hated formalities.

All that "yes sir no sir" crap was just unnecessary. I tried getting them to stop once, but Cooler immediately nipped that one in the bud.

"Those who are beneath you should act as such." He said, the memory playing out in my mind as if it was only yesterday. The guy was surprisingly chill at times, but he was a damn stickler for the whole "showing proper respect" thing.

I walk into the control room and I see Cooler and the Armored Squadron already there waiting.

"Seems that I'm late." I said as I walked over.

"You're right on time." Cooler said as he laid his head on his fist.

The big display monitor had suddenly turned on, displaying an image of the mapped universe.

"It seems Frieza has suddenly decided to make a move." Cooler said. "As you all know, Frieza has been coming into Cooler Force territory unannounced more and more frequently as of late. And it seems that my ever so full of himself brother is trying to pull a fast one."

A red pulse suddenly appeared on-screen, coming from the far side of the universe.

"This signal was broadcast to every Saiyan in the universe, ordering them all to return to Planet Vegeta." He said.

About damn time. I was honestly climbing the walls waiting for Frieza to finally grow a pair and destroy the damn planet. I honestly thought that I broke canon for a long while.

And while I don't really care very much about preserving the canon, I need a reason to get my family off of Planet Vegeta and send them on their way to Earth.

Team Bardock as well if I can get my hands on them.

"But didn't you stake a claim on the Saiyans? Why would they follow an order from Frieza?" Neiz asked.

"Because as far as they know, the order didn't come from Frieza." Cooler said.

Looking over at the signal ID, it looks as though a high ranking member from the Cooler Force authorized the use of the signal.

Now that was strange...

The only members who have that level of clearance was on this ship. And while morally bankrupt, none of them would stoop low enough to work with Frieza.

"That's impossible!" Salza exclaimed. "Are you telling me that we have a mole?!"

"A fair assumption, but you can rest assured that this wasn't caused by anyone in the Cooler Force. The ID is a fake. Although it is a pretty remarkable one." Cooler replied, almost sounding impressed. "Seems as though my brother had outside help."

"King Cold?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That would be the most likely candidate, though I can't say for sure." Said Cooler.

"Okay, but what is Frieza doing? Why is he calling all the Saiyans back?" Dore asked.

We all turn towards him with incredulous looks, Salza even facepalming at his comrade's utter lack of brains.

"What?" Dore asked, wondering why everyone was staring at him.

"He's calling them back because he's going to blow up the planet with everyone on it." I told him.

Dore eyes widen, finally catching on to what was going on before suddenly shouting, "Wait, but isn't that Frieza declaring war?!"

The room goes silent and we all look towards Cooler.

"So it would seem." He said, his demeanor as calm as it always was.

A war between the Frieza Force and the Cooler Force. Oh, how I would love to see how that ends. Even without me, Frieza doesn't have any quality soldiers around anymore to take on the brunt of Cooler or the Armored Squadron.

Sure, there was the Ginyu Force, but we all know how that will end.

"Now, there's only the matter of how we respond to the provocation." Cooler said.

"What do you mean, Lord Cooler?" Salza asked.

"Planet Vegeta isn't that far out of the way. We have plenty of time to intercept Frieza and stop him. Or we could simply let him destroy it and bide time to hit him where it hurts." Cooler replied, looking at me with a sadistic grin.

"Why are you looking at me for?" I asked.

"Because I personally don't care either way. It's your planet he's about to destroy. I see no problem with having you decide its fate." He said.

My eyes widen in shock for a brief moment.

"There's no wrong answer. We either save Planet Vegeta or let it be destroyed. Which are you going to choose?"

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Zyleth - 210,000,000

Cooler (Fourth Form) - 200,000,000