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PostSubject: From Out of the Cold   Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:24 pm

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Planet Freeza was an arctic giant hundreds of sizes greater than the average world. This planet, previously unknown to the universe, lay at the edge of an isolated red dwarf system, devoid of all life other than a single nomadic species. The people of planet Freeza had long ago gone by another name, but through the passage of years, and as the galaxy became aware of one prominent family in particular, any specific reference to this species had become taboo. The people of this world no longer had a unifying name; all that mattered was that they had unifying leadership. This simple changeling species had been the first to fall under the yoke of a young tyrant named Cold, and later they had formed the skeleton of what would become the Planet Trade Organisation. As the centuries passed, the forbidden people of the Planet Freeza came to serve the armies under Cold, and soon after his children would command them too. No matter how small and meaningless this arctic giant had been in the past, it still represented the first seed of King Cold’s great empire, and for that reason it would be here that this trivial civil war would reach its climax.

For 6 months skirmishes had raged on between Cold’s own forces and that of his son Cooler’s. The catalyst of this conflict was not Cooler’s desire to play for power, but his unwillingness to give up his new favourite play thing, the primitive but potentially dangerous Saiyan race. Of course, the King had always known that someday his children would stand against him, and for that reason he had always limited their capabilities to surpass him. For instance, from the moment of their conception, he had sewn a vicious rivalry between Cooler and Freeza. His children had constantly been encouraged to vie for power and influence, and even their father’s attention. Freeza had always been the more promising of the two children. Despite his younger age, he had shown a greater affinity for galactic conquest, and had always been quite easily controlled by his loving father. This favouritism had created a power contention in Cooler, who had fought to distinguish himself within an organisation in which he had played second fiddle to his younger brother. Freeza had even grown to become the face of the PTO, the lower rungs of the organisation not even privileged in the knowledge that the company was truly run by Cold. For a century this family hierarchy had been the norm, and it had kept Freeza steadily in his place as a puppet leader. Cooler on the other hand had understood that should he grow above his station, although he might accumulate enough power to topple father or brother alone, against the both of them he was powerless. Freeza too understood that if his thirst for power ever challenged his father, then his brother would eagerly align himself with Cold and take his place by the King’s side. The system was infallible, and it had endured the churning of time, until now.

King Cold silently seethed as he walked the ice cold surface of his homeworld. In the distance, beyond a frozen creek he could see a conglomerate of his own species, put to work as slaves mining what little resources this world could contribute to the empire. When he had risen from these pacifist people centuries ago, he had thought nothing of subjugating them. If he was capable of walking over his own race then what would he do to a mongrel species such as the Saiyans? Their fate was about to be decided, as Cooler and his entire fleet had been invited to the homeworld to discuss bargaining terms. Whilst his son had fought relentlessly for months, crippling strategic resource worlds and decimating vital infrastructure, his forces were smaller than Cold’s, and his piece of the PTO was about ready to burn. It was in both of their interests to put this petty family disagreement behind them, after all, as both sides fought they weakened the entire organisation and made it vulnerable to attack from external entities. The stability that King Cold had wrought upon the universe centuries ago would not end here, and certainly not because of a splinter group of filthy monkeys. When his son finally arrived on the planet, with his monkeys in toe, this futile civil war would end.

“Sire...” Said a nameless soldier who bowed before the towering King Cold. “Lord Cooler’s flagship has made contact with the capitol, he is ready to begin negotiations.” The soldier bowed again, avoiding eye contact altogether.

“Yes, so it would seem. Inform my beloved son that I wish to speak to him in person. No more of these formal discussions via hologram.” Cold smiled, his lips drew into thin lines.

“Of course, Sire, right away.” The soldier dispersed instantly.

King Cold lingered in the silence and the ice for a moment. His mind reflected on how he had come to dominate a whole world alone. As he reminisced, the King dived high into the air and settled on a small but towering icecap that overlooked a frozen valley of his enslaved brethren. Unlike this puny species, Cold had been born with a distinct lack of sympathy for the weak. The people of this world were also genetically average, each man, woman and child possessing an average power level of no higher than 10,000. Comparatively, Cold had grown in strength quickly, becoming stronger than the greatest warriors of this world when still a small child. His strength had been called a mutation, even an omen, but the pathetic indigenous population had failed to eradicate him when they still had the power to do so. It wasn’t long into his early adult years that Cold had discovered the genetic secret of his people, that each of them was capable of transformation. Of course, his mutation had allowed him to discover his transformations far earlier than others of his species, and for that reason they had all been powerless before him. His conquest of this world was still a warm memory, even after all of these centuries later. He had toppled his people in only a day, but instead of burning this world and its people, King Cold had harvested a plan to use this pathetic species as the first utensil of his will. It was on that day that he began his empire, and in the name of the newly formed Planet Trade Organisation, his people had been allowed to live.

“This is where my dynasty began, and this is where the insurgence will be put to an end.” He uttered to himself, crossing his arms in satisfaction.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:54 am

Sequestered in the darkness of her quarters, her stern features illuminated only by the flickering light of the console, Celeria sat at her desk, elbows resting on the surface and her fingers entwined at the base of her chin. Over the past several months, it was as if the meager remnants of a once proud race had returned to their old lifestyle. Battle after battle on remote worlds, victory after victory over King Cold's forces. Indeed, the saiyans had proved time and time again that poorly-trained slaves were no match for true soldiers. Her soldiers. That Cooler was now leading into the snake pit.

As mighty as her forces were, as strong as she was, Celeria knew she was no match for neither Cold nor Cooler. The stalemate was not nearly long enough for her or anyone else under her command to gain enough power for such a task. She felt as though the men and women who were under her protection had been at the precipice of death far too many times since their awakening. To Celeria, this was unacceptable. The fact that she could do little to nothing about it was equally unsettling.

Cooler had briefed her that his offer of peace was meant to be a distraction while covert units comprised of saiyan soldiers would strike at several key locations throughout Cold's base. On her insistence, Commander Kale would be the one to coordinate the attack. Celeria would have preferred to take care of it herself, however her presence was required in the landing party. Lord Cooler had surmised that there was a chance his father would grow suspicious were he to arrive without Celeria in tow.

The very thought of it repulsed her from the whole plan. In her mind, she went over dozens of possible scenarios, several of them involving a brutal end for her. Still, much like any other being under Cooler's rule, she didn't have much say in the matter. Celeria only hoped that whatever situation she might find herself in, she will be able to gain the strategic upper hand. If only long enough to regroup with her team or issue orders that might save as many of them as possible.

Rising from her seat, she slowly made her way for the door, her thick royal purple cape trailing behind her ominously. She made her way for the bridge, where the landing procedure was currently coordinated. As the automatic door hissed open, she could feel Cooler's eyes upon her. He was dead center in the chamber, his faithful squad at his side. A pathetic circus she had become a part of in the aftermath of the beginning of the civil war.

In the pale lights of the corridor, the General was an imposing sight. In the many months spent in the heat of battle, with a rich diet and top of the line training equipment, the formerly striking commander was now positively towering. Her muscles were tenser and greater than ever, yet her face was as smooth as porcelain. Adorned in gold and fine fabrics, she was akin to a marble statue, humbling all those who look upon her. Seeing her had begun to give Lord Cooler a miniscule yet unpleasant chill at the back of his neck.

"Glad you could join us, General." -he grinned confidently before turning his gaze back to the monitors.

Celeria said nothing and took her place at Lord Cooler's side, opposite the rest of the Squad. The members of Cooler's Squad had stopped talking to her some time ago, but Celeria felt their intent stares. She, however, cared little. She had outclassed all three of them even before she set foot on Cooler's ship and now she was in a whole other league. Not that it mattered to her. The Cooler Squad were irrelevant specks in the grand scheme of things.

"We are about to dock, Lord Cooler." - a grunt informed from somewhere below.

"Good." - Cooler murmured slyly, almost under his breath. His grin drew wider.

It was not long before the docking procedures were complete and the group left the vessel, accompanied by a squadron of minions.

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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:19 pm

Cold snickered as his scouter lit up, indicating that his son and his favourite plaything were fast approaching. He remained perched atop the icecap with his large bulking arms folded, all the while he was transfixed on his ultimate plan. His scouter ignited again, this time to inform the King that his son was within eye distance. Without moving from his statue-like position on the cliff, the sovereign addressed Cooler and his ape.

“Welcome home son. Tell me, is it how you remember it?” King Cold shifted his posture to face Cooler. His long winding cape bellowed in the gale force winds as he did so, and his chestplate had already began to frost over. This world’s climate was unforgiving, and had the capability to consume anything in its cold embrace. This was about to become very clear to all the moneys now rooted on the surface.

Cold noticed that beside his dear son was the Saiyan female named Celeria, who had ignited this conflict from the very beginning. He had expected nothing less than to see her by the side of her new master. He wasn't certain how strong her loyalties to his son were, but in no time at all now Cooler would abandon all devotion to her.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:29 pm

Lord Cooler inhaled the frigid air of his home planet as he stepped off the docking ramp. It made him sick. This was the headquarters of all of his setbacks, all the times he was shamed and cast aside for the sake of an incompetent brat who was now barely icejin to begin with. This time, however, he felt strangely confident. In the midst of the unforgiving frost, he could feel the warmth of the beast beside him. He could feel her anger, her power. She was unlike anything Cold or Frieza had ever even dreamed to possess - she was force incarnate, the ultimate instrument of his will. Even without a cape or even armor to shield him from the adverse cold, Lord Cooler walked in a confident stride, his tail writhing along his footsteps menacingly.

"Father." - he grinned from ear to ear, his pearly white teeth flashing in the dim light as he stretched his arms out.

The squadron all bowed as one, nervously greeting King Cold. Celeria made no move, nor spoke a word and instead focused her dark eyes on the monumental creature before them.

"How lovely of you to choose our homeworld as the seat to negotiate your surrender. Very poetic." - he chuckled to himself, crossing his arms.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 12:50 pm

Cold peered from side to side and saw the procession of Cooler’s underlings gathering amongst the mountain ridges. His malignant grin widened, and his tail excitedly cut through the icy winds in a flurry of strokes. As his son spoke, filled with the lack of foresight that the King had purposefully bred into him, the sovereign chuckled. First it was but a whisper, but soon the laughter exploded into a foray of amusement and pity for his son’s naivety.

“My surrender?” He raised a hand to quell his impolite outburst. “You certainly have developed a sense of humour since our last meeting.” Cold slowly hovered above the mountaintop that he had previously clung to. His eyes were unwavering as they fixed themselves on his son and the monkey. Without redirecting his attention, Cold waved a hand and suddenly hundreds of his footmen appeared from behind the complex terrain of the valleys and mountains. Soon, the party was locked in by a legion of those loyal to the King. Of course, it would take more than mere troops to bring down Cooler, but this was simply power projection.

“Shall I begin the negotiations – or are you still intent on jesting?”
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:01 pm

Lord Cooler watched with amusement at his father's feeble imitation of superiority. He could bring out every soldier he had on this blasted planet and they would still be no match for her, no - his father would never be a match for him.

"My dear." - he purred eagerly.

A second later, Celeria's eyes flashed briefly, followed by a thundering explosion seemingly coming from all directions. Celeria had simultaneously extinguished the lives of all of Cold's minions present in the immediate surroundings. There were no bodies left, only a shallow indentation where her ki had bored through the floor.

Cooler's Squad were giving their best effort to maintain their composure. Liutenant Sauza had kept his footing, although his knees were trembling, despite his internal protest. Doore wasn't as shaky as Sauza, but his breath was deep and raspy and his eyes wide open, as if they were about to burst. Neiz had toppled to the ground, getting up clumsily.

"Isn't she... wonderful?" - Lord Cooler hissed in a low but unmistakably ecstatic tone.

"Oh, but I fear I failed to instruct my saiyan friend in the subtle art of negotiation. Do forgive me for the mess, father. I do promise to take care of it as soon as I assume your place." - he gestured at the charred flooring mockingly.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 1:32 pm

The mission? Simple. Infiltrate Planet Freeza, disable the slaving camps and rally the indigenous population to join Cooler. This was the ultimate revenge against King Cold’s forces, at least from Lord Cooler’s point of view. To Kale, this was the perfect opportunity to manifest the plan that he had been formulating for months. If the Icejin people could be freed and made to see the tyranny of the Cold family, then it was entirely possible that they would refrain from joining Cooler also. And, should the entire population of the planet –though inferior to King Cold’s bloodline- have a semblance of the power of the PTO rulers, then, combined the Saiyans and Icejins would have the power to put an end to the PTO once and for all. Of course, this plan wasn’t without its hiccups, and the newly crowned Commander had been instructed by the General to only pursue this avenue if it was a viable means of victory. If these people were unable or indeed unwilling to help, then Kale had been instructed to kill all of them. He wasn’t in the business of genocide, normally, but the last six months had taken its toll even on him. And he would do whatever he had to to purge his people of the Cold family.

“Doctor I have the eastern corner” Said Espara via comlink. Although he was now the commanding officer, Kale had asked that everyone still call him by his medical title. He’d taken this post as a temporary measure, and whilst he had become a competent fighter, it wasn’t his natural vocation.

“We’ve got the west.” He replied, gripping his scouter to his ear. Mokra, and Keyla saluted Kale, and a small band of Saiyans readied their arsenals. “On three. Three... two... one!!”

With a single hand Kale unleashed a barrage of energy blasts onto one of two main slaving complexes. The heavy machinery melted like butter as his ki ploughed through the entire installation. Keyla and Mokra did the same, quickly making short work of the small encampments where the natives were imprisoned. After a few moments, the havoc died down into silence, and smog hung in the air. The Saiyans had been sure to salvage the slaves, if they were to free them and rally them to their cause then they had to appear as allies.

“Saiyans 1, multibillion credit intergalactic organisation... 0.” The Doctor grinned at his companions. “Now let’s ‘liberate’ them.”
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 2:02 pm

With a single order Cooler instructed his monkey to do away with Cold’s forces surrounding the small group. The sovereign peered out of the corner of his eyes and he saw the armour melt away from his footmen, and their skin’s burn like rubber until they were dust. This truly was an intriguing dichotomy to behold. Here was a simple monkey with enough power to destroy anybody in the PTO’s employ, yet Cooler ever ignorant, lacked the clairvoyance to see how this primate could be the end of them all if kept unchecked. And what if the others became just like her? His fool son had been training them up during the war, just as Freeza had done decades before. But what would it take to make Cooler realise that he was involuntarily laying ruin to his own heritage? How could Freeza see the danger but his oldest son could not? It mattered little now anyway, as Cold’s plan was still transpiring as he had originally directed.

His scouter display ignited again, this time it informed him that the Saiyans had destroyed vital planetary infrastructure. Too bad that Cooler was unable to understand that this world meant so little to King Cold’s empire. The slaves of this world would never be directed against him, freewill was no longer in their belief system, after all they had been at the centre of the PTO from the very beginning, centuries before. They were simply tools now.

“The mess? Hmph.” Cold half-smiled. “It didn’t take you long to be blinded by your hubris, son. An attack on this world by your Saiyan operatives – did you think I wouldn’t notice? What’s more, did you think I would care?” King Cold’s cape lifted in a sudden gust of wind, and his grin suddenly fell away. Instead, his features became primal and sharp as he looked towards the sky. “Now, let me produce MY bargaining chip.”

In the distance, an orange faint glowing star barely illuminated the morning sky. But in an instant, the cosmos filled with a blinding ray of light as the star imploded in an incomparable spectacle. It only took the merest of seconds before the first shock-wave hit, and that alone decimated every capital ship surrounding the planet.

“Oh. There goes your fleet... And your flagship. Hmm...” Cold teased. In the months he had been at war, he had prepared for this moment. All the while he had allowed his son strategic victory after victory, in the knowledge that he would become careless and arrogant, and of course he had. In Cooler's ignorance, Cold’s forces had been able to infiltrate the mainframe of Cooler’s entire fleet, enabling the deactivation of all ship defences just seconds prior to the star’s ignition. And to think, he wasn't even finished yet...
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Sun Jan 18, 2015 3:05 pm

Cooler's eyes widened as he picked up the explosion of the flagship. This time, all three of the Squadron toppled to their knees. The General didn't even appear to flinch. Her resolve strengthened him. He felt adrenaline build up in his chest and he burst out laughing.

"Ahhh, Father... back to your old ways, I see." - his laugh subsided to a chuckle.

"Do you really think I need an army, a fleet or even a flagship to defeat you?" - he grinned sinisterly.

Suddenly, forks of ki lightning began erupting all around Cooler. Celeria looked at him with arms crossed, her eyes slightly widened at the sight. She picked up a disturbing sound of muscles bulging and bones reshaping, growing, as Cooler transformed before her eyes. He grew massive, a towering abomination of pure, raw power. As the squadron stepped back, Celeria found it increasingly difficult to even stand next to him due to the sheer wave of ki he was emitting. He changed entirely, his face became encased in an exoskeletal helmet of some sort and even the armored parts of his body mutated in size and shape. His eyes burned a bright red as he growled with satisfaction, an organic but solid mask enclosing over his mouth.

"Go ahead, Father. Pull as many cards as you wish. It is time to face the truth - you are nothing against me." - his voice was deep and resounding as he pointed at King Cold.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 11:06 am

Cold’s smug attentiveness stalled for a moment. Cooler, although obviously militarily and financially ruined, was not deterred by the destruction of his forces. On the contrary, instead he was like a blinkered beast, as he decided to finally pursue his father himself. Perhaps of greater intrigue to the sovereign was that his oldest son had discovered a well kept secret in Icejin society, and that was the existence of a transformed state beyond the fourth form. Cold’s jaw fell agape, at least briefly, as the elegance of Cooler’s fourth incarnation gave way to the savagery and brutality of the fifth form.

“Impressive.” Both of King Cold’s fists clenched and drew blood, as his nails dug into his palms. “You have far surpassed my expectations of you, Cooler. Freeza would be livid, to say the least.” The apprehension that stalled Cold from immediately attacking became sheathed by a malignant grin. It seemed that Cooler was closer to taking the PTO throne than he had ever been. But, alas, there was one last card that Cold had to play.

“I am guilty of endorsing dramatics, but for the sake of saving time I’ll get right to the point.” His grin fell behind a mask of rage as the sovereign's energy exploded around him. In moments he had transcended his second form and surpassed the ferocity of the third form, until finally he rested in his fourth incarnation. Unlike Cooler and Freeza in their respective forms, at this level, King Cold retained a great deal of his height, and his muscular frame was more defined.

Of course, this wasn’t his limit. He hadn’t become ruler of the entire galaxy from complacency, after all. He too had discovered the fifth transformed state some time ago, but it demanded a great deal of his energy and concentration to achieve. This was why the King was genuinely impressed by his son’s mastery of the form. Of course, he wouldn’t reveal this transformation just yet, for now he had to exploit another of his son’s weaknesses.

“So, your allegiance to the Saiyans has led you to this. How you will live to regret your decision when they are fully unleashed upon you, just as they were Freeza...”
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 12:07 pm


“So, your allegiance to the Saiyans has led you to this. How you will live to regret your decision when they are fully unleashed upon you, just as they were Freeza...”


Cooler laughed without mirth.

"You and your pitiful attempts at goading me." - the massive lord raised an armored hand to his masked face and chuckled.

Cooler had anticipated that his father would also assume a transformed state, but he had not quite guessed his strength to be so considerable. Still, it mattered not. What little advantage Cold had in strength, he would more than make up for in sheer skill, honed by years of arduous experience.

Although Cold had managed to push him over the edge earlier, especially when teamed with his detestable wretch of sibling, now their leverage was imaginary. He was superior. Not his fleet, not his resources, his lackeys and shadows - HE was the one who stood in the face of his father's miserable empire and HE would be the one to bring it to its knees and submit to HIS will.

But first, his father would have to be put into his place. The Lord turned his massive head around to face Celeria. The saiyan woman stood tall and proud, despite what she had just witnessed. Her arms were uncrossed and she appeared to be at the ready, but she still stood where he left her, while his mock henchmen lay prostrate in various embarrassing poses, eyes foggy and faces blue with fear. However, hesitation was a luxury he could not allow himself this time. Admittedly, he genuinely liked his new general.

But he liked himself and what he was about to attain much more.

He floated down to Celeria with sinister intent in his eyes.

"How assuming of you, father, to think I would cling to the armor of the saiyans like my sad little brother." - he murmured, raising his eyes to his father before he disappeared in thin air.

He reappeared a second later, with the general in hand, his hand firmly around her throat, lifting her off the ground. The once imposing general now seemed a puppet in his massive clench. He could feel her heart beat with ferocity. Truly remarkable, these saiyans. He held her tightly, yet the pressure of his fingers appeared shallow. He sank his nails into her skin, drawing blood. The sight made his mouth water. The General did nothing, but her body tensed, revealing she had been putting all her efforts into keeping herself alive. He was half-curious to see just how long she would hold out. It would be a prize in itself, to see the life extinguished from those impenetrable dark eyes.

"No fleet, no flagship, no lackeys, no saiyans. All are but tools for me to dispense as I. see. fit." - he growled as he pressed harder.


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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 12:51 pm

As the smoke settled around what was no longer the abhorrent slave settlement, Kale saw thousands of creatures lurking in the dust. His scouter instantly lit up, and the device further helped the doctor to discern the large slave congregation. Each slave was Icejin in origin, and they all looked on silently towards the Saiyan invaders without fear or anger, just an austere sense of melancholy. Kale scanned each of them, looking for any sign of entrapment, but he saw no chains or a collars. These people for all intents and purposes appeared to be free, but they themselves painted a different picture.

“They’re... not fleeing.” Said Keyla, the shock delaying her words.

“They don’t look like slaves... Where are the chains?” Said Mokra, “Are you sure that’s what they are Doctor?”

Kale walked silently through the rubble and into river of Icejin captives. Freeza and his family were truly incredible, no race in the universe, not even the Saiyans, could have debased a people the way the Colds had done. The slaves remained silent, but their eyes followed his movement as he cut through the crowds.

“They’re still wearing their chains, you just can’t see them anymore.” Said the Doctor, with a hint of defeat in his voice. “You enslave a people for centuries with the sheer force of your will, and you won’t need chains or cells to keep them in line. We Saiyans weren’t shackled or incarcerated... We were simply dominated through fear...” He bowed his head, “Just like these people.”

“I see... They’ve been slaves for so long that they don’t even know what freedom looks like...” Uttered Keyla, almost in utter disgust.

“Remind you of anyone?” Kale looked at the small unit of Saiyans. These people had more in common with them than they could possibly know. “They won’t follow us into battle, I doubt they would even accept their freedom if we gave it to them on a plate.” He shrugged.

“LISTEN UP!” Keyla projected her voice so that all the slaves in the vicinity could hear. “You’re free, do you hear me, we’ve come here to let you go. Do you know what that means? Fight with us to destroy the tyrants that have enslaved you for so long, we implore you!”

The Doctor shook his head, and watched the dormant faces of the Icejin husks. They weren’t people anymore, they were just a utility. “It’s not going to work, Keyla.” He exhaled heavily. “Let’s regroup with Espara and rendezvous with the General. We might not have the Icejin forces on our side to organise a coup, but maybe with all the Saiyans in toe, we can force King Cold and Lord Cooler to annihilate one another. It’s not as good as plan A, but when did plan A ever actually work out with us?”

Suddenly, and with little warning, the sky illuminated. Kale had little time to react before his scouter informed him of excessive solar activity. This was unthinkable... The system’s star, it had been destroyed? His eyes widened as his gaze fixed on the sky. Instantly, the blinding solar event turned to pure blackness and the world was clothed in night. Planetary shields activated in time, saving the planet from roasting to a crisp. But this was bad; this was very, very terrible. Without a star, this entire world would cascade out towards wild space, and all the inhabitants would surely die. Already the vista above him was contorting, as the stars in the distant sky appeared to be moving at unfathomable speeds. The planet was racing across the solar system! And they needed to get out of here before it collided with something deadly...

“We have to-“

“Oh fooey! And just as I was about to save the entire world from tyranny.” Said an unrecognisable voice calling out from the slave crowd. Kale quickly turned to look for the source, but suddenly a small 3 – 4 feet tall red icejin bound out of the masses and stood in front of him.

“-So they do talk...” Keyla said, after an awkward pause.

“What th-“

“Please, no swear words. They offend my ears, and as you can see, they are rather large and bulbous, aren’t they?” The Icejin smiled. He was decorated with a long regal blue winding cape that traipsed on the floor, and a claymore that hung almost horizontally from his back.

Kale’s face dropped, how hadn’t he noticed this guy – and more importantly, who exactly was he? He didn’t look very slave-like at all.  

“And you-“

“So, you were talking about freeing my people, yes? Shall we get to it?”

“I-“

“I really wish you’d finish a sentence. It’s very disconcerting.” The crimson Icejin frowned and shook his head, before cheerily grinning.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:08 pm

“Yes, good.” King Cold gritted his teeth as his son’s predictable hubris caused him to grab his only asset by the throat. “Extinguish her...” He hovered above Cooler and the monkey and watched intently. His plan had come to fruition faster than he could have anticipated. Now he just had to transform into his final form and render Cooler’s advances obsolete. There was a reason that King Cold held the reigns of the galaxy and his sons did not, and it was all in the execution of his plans.

“Kill her or I will!” His energy suddenly sparked. This was the opportunity he needed to transcend to his final form. Suddenly his body bulged and horns of cartilage sprung from his head. And as his power level climbed and climbed his face eventually became emblazoned with a mask of bone. Now, all the Saiyans would die, and if his son continued to be uncooperative, so would he meet his end too.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:49 pm

As life slowly ebbed from her once more, Celeria did as she always had. She fought the tide, stood firm before it as the waves threatened to crush her bones to dust. When they had transformed, the two Icejin were unlike any nightmare her mind would ever be able to conjure. The energy they emanated sent a chill down her spine, and her muscles cramped as Lord Cooler held her by the throat. As death crept upon her, she became aware of a frightening truth: They never had a chance. Not she, not Brokka, not even King Vegeta. Not even... Bardock. Her sight became clouded and her eyes watered as Cooler's grip intensified. Suddenly, everything went black.

Celeria woke up and sat up, gasping for air. Kale was at her side, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"General, you do have a penchant for near-death, you know? We thought we lost you." - he chuckled and helped her up.  

"Where are we, doctor?" - Celeria muttered, holding her head.

"The mission was a success, but, as you can see, it left quite an adverse effect on the surroundings." - he shrugged. "Let's go, everyone's waiting on the ship."

"Keyla? Mokra? Espara?" - she managed to inquire with some effort, her voice still weak.

She leaned over his shoulder and he held her firmly around her waist as they slowly walked in stride.

"They're fine. We were all waiting on yo-"

The two suddenly toppled to the floor. Celeria rolled over and looked up at Kale who was on his feet. His hands cramped and his face contorted with pain.

"C-commander-" He uttered, almost begging.

A dark blade erupted from his chest and the doctor was torn in two, his blood spattering Celeria's face as her eyes widened, her mouth aghast.

Two green eyes emerged from the darkness and the creature she had fought on Umirion emerged.

"Powerless, you are POWERLESS..." It seized her by the waist with its long tendrils.

"Powerless." She recognized a familiar voice as muscular arms wrapped around her neck in a headlock and her neck threatened to snap. She caught a glimpse of a strand of long, grey mane with her peripheral vision.

"Powerless!" The view of the hair was obscured by a pure white palm to her face as the tyrannical overlord opened his hand, ready to unleash.

Suddenly, the faces of all the enemies she had ever faced began to appear around her, ready to attack, her chances diminishing with each instant until she found herself drowning in a black ocean of defeat.

Powerless... powerless... powerless...

"ENOUGH!"


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Suddenly and without warning, Celeria seized Cooler by the hand as her eyes burned with ferocity. Lighting darted from her disappearing irises as she pressed harder. Stunned, Cooler had attempted to wrench his arm away, but his reaction had come a second too late - her fingers had already crushed his muscle and bone.

The Lord let out a scream of agony as she pressed down even harder.

"Lord Cooler..." - she spoke in a solemn, almost monstrous voice "... stand down."

Now Cooler was frantically attempting to free his arm as the sky above them thundered with immense forks of lighting which crushed the landscape around them, splitting hilltops and bouncing off the towers of the complex.

My life. My son. My men. - Celeria thought to herself as her entire body spasmed, muscles threatening to tear from her bones and burst through her skin.

My pride. My honor. My mission.

She would endure all the pain and return it tenfold. Her body will submit to the strength of her mind. It will obey.

And her enemies - ANYONE who dares stand in her way would be o b l i t e r a t e d.

This was her will, this was her law, this was... her destiny.

Without any warning, Celeria slowly rose into the air, Cooler in tow. She was surrounded by a menacing, pulsing ball of ki, which threatened to spiral out of control in any moment. Lightning crashed into it and was swiftly absorbed. As more an more forks of lighting fed into the ki, they slowly began cracking along its surface. Lord Cooler screamed.

The thunder gave way to a thundering explosion of cataclysmic proportions. Within ground zero, Lord Cooler could see the saiyan woman's eyes glowing and her hair rising into unnatural, sharp, golden spikes. She growled through clenched teeth. Although he couldn't see her eyes, he knew that look was there. Ruthless determination.

As the explosion gained momentum, Celeria shouted at the top of her lungs and Cooler felt an immense, sharp and instantaneous pain as he was hurled to the ground by the force of the blast.

The ground had sunk into a colossal crater beneath the assault of sheer energy. The soil had bowed its head and submitted, letting itself be razed deeply.

The world itself seemed to disappear into nothingness for the moments that followed.

The chaos cleared to reveal the General, her hair and eyes burning golden with Cooler's arm, torn off at the elbow. Without even looking down upon it, the saiyan woman crushed it into fine purple mist. Locating King Cold within an instant and not even botherin to regard Cooler - she outstretched her hand and pointed at the overlord, the grand architect of the PTO.

"This." - she shouted, her tone more commanding than ever. "is over." She clenched her pointing hand into a fist.

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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:36 pm

“You’re not a slave, who are you?” Kale moved towards the small creature and arched over him. Was it even a him? It looked male but he couldn’t be sure. The Doctor ebbed at his chin with his thumb and index finger. Suddenly, the Icejin levitated until he was eye height with the taller Saiyan and finally graced the group with a response.

“You’re very tall, I don’t like tall. How do you know if the ground below your feet is safe or not if your eyes are too high up to look at it properly? It’s not practical to be so large, I would suggest you reduce size immediately. And, those... horns, they’re preposterous. Look at them, you’ve got thousands of little horns on your head the size of toothpicks, they’re completely ineffective in combat. What do you do with those – lull your enemies into a sense of calm by stroking them with your minuscule horns? How do you live this way?” The Icejin raised his pale hand and polished his globe-like forehead in bewilderment.

“-That’s hair, not horns.” Kale finally answered, after several seconds of utter silence brought about by confusion.

“...Hair? Never heard of it. What a useless organ indeed...” The Icejin nodded along to himself in personal agreement.

“Who the hell are you?” Keyla yelled, finally. “We haven’t got time for this shit. This world is spiraling into the next supernova, our General is currently clutched between two monsters, and we have an assignment to complete. Answer our questions or feel the full force of my ki. Do you get me?”

“Ah, violence! A language I understand. Of course I’ll answer you. I do apologise for the conjecture, but I’m just so unaccustomed to meeting new people, what with living on an ice giant and all. I’m Magma, and I’m a member of the United Confederacy, and secret rebel cell that is committed to trouncing the Planet Trade Organisation. I’ve been on a convert mission here for years now to free my people. And well, now I’ve met you tall people. Isn’t life just full of unpredictability?”

“...Well, that’s convenient.” Kale raised an eyebrow and threw a bedazzled look Keyla’s way. Since he’d woken up out of status, life really had become completely predictable. But, if the universe gave him lemons, then by damn he was going to make lemonade! “Magma, I’m Kale, the unit Commander of the people who’ve come to defeat your captures. Can you make these people fight – and even more importantly, are they even strong enough to stand against King Cold and Cooler?”

“Oh, my people are in what I call a fugue state. They have been completely pacified for many years, and the only thing they’ll respond to is strength. Trust me, I’ve tried to free them many times to no avail, and I’m nowhere near as tall as you, so they were much more likely to trust me. The only way they’re going to respond to you is if you defeat King Cold.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes as a bead of sweat protruded down his forehead. “Oh, so the really easy option then.” He sighed. “Well, let’s move out, Keyla, Mokra contact Espara. It’s time to reconvene with the General, my scouter is beginning to pick up some serious combat activity.”

“Yes sir!” Said Mokra.

“Ah, you’re talking about the battle. Yes, there’s three huge power levels just to the south of here. One is cataclysmic in fact. I do, however, think one of the combatants is dying, as their power level is fading fast. It’s probably your general, and they’re probably about to die.” Magma ceased his levitation and grounded himself once more, he looked up at the Saiyan unit in all too casual a manner, as if he hadn’t just revealed that their leader was at death’s door.

“WHAT?! Dying?! How do you know?” Kale yelled, clenching his fist.

“I can sense ki without a scouter. Everybody can. Do those tiny horns severely disable your abilities or something?” He pouted his lips as he conjectured further.

“This is bad. Keyla, move out!” Kale yelled, his energy instantly exploding around him. It was a possibility that he was about to die, but what was left of his short life would be complete misery if he never at least attempted to stop Cold from killing Celeria. “Magma, can you fight?”

“...Well, I am wearing a sword am I not?”

“Then follow me!”
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 2:50 pm

King Cold was instantly agasp with confusion. One moment the Saiyan scum was being extinguished, and the next the heavens and their fury ripped through the sky, and this monkey drivel was igniting in golden flames. With speed that the sovereign couldn’t even see, the golden monkey tore off his son’s arm from the elbow down, and cast him aside. Then, she looked the King dead in the eyes, her pupils igniting in a foray of green energy. So, his fear had been realised after all. This Saiyan had become what Freeza had told him of, she had transcended to the level of a Super Saiyan. Cold silently cursed, had his son listened to him every monkey would now be dead. Or better yet, if he had been allied with Cooler then together they might have been able to tackle this disease no matter the power.

Fear was quickly subdued and replaced with mock decorum. King Cold gently closed his eyes and his deep, reverberating voice clambered out a chuckle.

“Well, well... The legend is finally born. What say we, talk – Hmph?” He might have been physically outclassed, but a bargain could always be bartered.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Feb 25, 2015 3:33 pm

The general gazed at the tyrant in silence. He was a profoundly rotten creature, without so much as a single redeeming quality to him. Here was the source of all the ailments of her race, the boot under which they gasped for air only to be stomped into the ground even harder. Celeria scoffed.

"Your words mean nothing."

She turned her gaze to Cooler for a moment. He was grasping what was left of his arm as his henchmen crept to him with visible apprehension. She scanned his expression to confirm what she had already surmised with the initial look. He was defeated. As much as she yearned to strike him where he lay, she had to admit that she owed him her life.  He had retracted that debt when he made an attempt on her life, but her soldiers still survived. She would repay their debt. Besides, he did not make much of a threat. Returning to the matter at hand, she returned her gaze to Cold, eager to settle a debt of a different sort - one that would be repaid in blood.

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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:12 pm

“There, in the distance!” Shouted Mokra, over the cutting sound of the wind against his throat.

“I see... Something... What’s that blinding light – is that energy?” Kale shielded his eyes with his palm to dampen the golden hue that emanated from the battle ahead. They were just a minute or two away now.

“...Doctor.” Said Keyla, hesitantly.

“That’s what they call me!” Kale jested, trying to raise spirits in this bleakest of situations.

“If what my scouter is picking up is true, then, I don’t much rate our chances of success right now...” Keyla’s voice trailed off.

“It’s not like you to be a pessimist, nurse.” The Doctor looked back briefly at his right hand women, who despite her words had a face filled with conviction.

“And I’m not. I... Just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you, Kale, while I still can.” Kale’s brows lifted so high they nearly fired off of his face. His name, she’d never used it before, and she’d never sounded so sincere. His breath caught in his throat briefly, he was at a loss for words. They were surely going to die if Keyla was being sentimental. This was it after all!

“Don’t thank me, just make out a real big cheque in my name as soon as all this is done. I’ll need it if I’m going to quit fighting and finally become a gardener...” He grinned, “I’ve looked into in the past, believe it or not.”

Keyla shook her head in a final attempt at joviality. “Sure, how does my entire life savings sound? But don’t hold your breath, the only thing I own is Grape.”

“Ah, I’m sure I can trade him in for-“

“Cease your mating habits Saiyans! Must we all be driven to illness before this battle!” Yelled Magma, clutching his sword in menace.

Kale and Keyla were instantly shamed into silence, but traded each other a shy glance. As the Doctor behind him a final time, he saw the entire gang together. If you had to charge a bull, at least do it in heavy numbers. He grinned, and looked straight ahead once again. Now they were seconds away. Suddenly his scouter exploded, then, everybody else’s followed. The energy readings were too high, even with the upgrades he had run. And it all seemed to be coming from those two energy sources. His power level instinctively climbed higher and higher, if he was going to hit Cooler and King Cold then it was going to be hard.

The silhouettes of two figures became apparent, first they were dots, and then they grew. Cooler must have been the being bathed in golden light, he was like a space flare, his energy was impossible to ignore. Closer, and closer the group came until finally, Kale saw the unimaginable.

Suddenly he stopped dead. His aura vanished from around his being as he tried to conceal a gasp. That gold being... That wasn’t Cooler...

“...Doctor... That’s not Cooler.” Espara muttered.

Kale’s jaw dropped. Not even a third of a kilometre away was an unthinkable sight. There, bathed in her own impossible golden glow was General Celeria! But she looked very, very different from usual. Her placid green hair was now golden and erect, and her entire muscular frame had increased two fold. And, lying there just below her was Cooler himself looking as if he was writing in agony, even his forearm had gone missing. The Doctor was confused... No, he was beyond that.

“-That... colossal power you sensed, Magma. That was, the golden one, yeah?” He said in shock. If only he could see his own face now...

“Indeed, the one with the majestic golden horns. You should really invest in a pair Commander.”

Kale’s vision panned to the side. He found it hard to peel his eyes off of Celeria, but he did eventually notice King Cold. They both seemed to be in conversation.

“Keyla...”

“...Yes Doctor, I’m thinking it too.”

“Would you come rub my eyes to try... Wake me up, please?” His voice was a higher pitch than usual.

“How about a pinch... In the face.” She retorted.

“-That’s a-“

“A Super Saiyan, yeah.” She finished his sentence, her voice filled with complete satisfaction.

“I hate you sometimes...” He said, his voice finally breaking with laughter.

“I know.” She grinned, crossing her arms.

Magma moved forward, almost to the front of the group. He stroked his crimson globular forehead with intrigue. “Such majesty...”

The whole group gasped.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:28 pm

If one golden monkey was issue enough, suddenly the whole circus fell in behind her. King Cold’s eyes fell on the rest of the rabble with menace. Why hadn’t they already been dealt with by his forces? What had they been up to? He silently jeered. He couldn’t give his final hand away by showing his distain, not yet. Slowly he levitated away from Celeria. He smiled as he moved, and all the white retained eye contact.

“Now don’t be so hasty. Won’t you listen to my proposition? This positively affects you and all of your people, which, by the way, have now joined us.” His smile lingered. “It’s obvious to me now that I’ve been narrow minded. You’re far more powerful and valuable than I gave you credit for. May I then, for the sake of curiosity, test the limits of this incredible strength of yours with a few of my attacks?” He lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his large flat palms together. All he needed was to execute one attack and she was finished. And there was no way her Saiyan hubris would refuse the offer.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:36 pm

Celeria had done her best to concentrate and subdue the tremor in her hands. The power coursing through her body was vast, unimaginable, threatening to tear her apart should her resolve falter. It was then that she picked up her squadron behind her. Although she registered the arrival of her troops, her gaze remained locked on Cold.

Fools. She thought to herself. They should have made it off the planet by now. But she could not blame them because she knew she would have done the same.

The imposing woman looked even more majestic, her statuesque frame bathed in burning golden flames that traced along her menacing shape.

The overlord attempted to goad her, playing on the card of her saiyan pride. Of course, said pride itched to smear the creature along the surrounding cliffs, but it was her unique resilience to everything, her pride included, that made the general stand apart from other saiyans. Still, she would appreciate the sight of Cold becoming aware of the futility of his existence and everything he would attempt to throw at her to no avail.

She crossed her arms and looked straight on, unfazed.

"Give it a try."

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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:52 am

“May I then, for the sake of curiosity, test the limits of this incredible strength of yours with a few of my attacks?”

“Give it a try.”

Kale was already at his wits end. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. No Saiyan had ever been so powerful, and they had certainly never stood against a member of the Cold family singlehandedly. But now, Celeria might have been about to throw that all away by accepting what could only be thought of as a foolish proposition. The Doctor clenched his fist and levitated forward, his face contorted into a cocktail of uncertainty and dread. This wasn’t the time to test the limits of whatever this power was. Yes, she was incredible, and yes the tables appeared to have turned, but who knew how long the General would retain this power for, and what Cold had up his sleeve. He hadn’t ruled the galaxy for so long for nothing, after all.

“General! No, don’t do it. It’s a trap!” He exclaimed, desperately.

Keyla, Mokra and Espara also looked on in horror. Each Saiyan teetered on the whims of these following moments, and it was too much for even a warrior race to abide by.

“The golden horned one is either very powerful or extremely foolish. But, I admit, I’m giddy with anticipation.” Said the continually irritating narrator that was Magma.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Thu Mar 05, 2015 12:11 pm

“I thought you’d see sense” He snickered, satisfaction running wild in his tone. “Now, allow me to truly put your new... Super Saiyan abilities to the test with one of my most formidable techniques. I’m sure you will relish this opportunity.”

King Cold released a small tantalising chortle before he fired high into the air above the General. His muscles instantly contracted, and a purple and sporadic aura exploded around his being. His energy elevated in seconds, until it was very near its peak.

“You’ll be glad to know that I’m currently at 90% of my full power. Nobody has ever driven me to such extremes, Saiyan.” His laughter transformed into a sneer as he held both of his open palms in the air. “This is my Ultimate Death Ball technique, and you’ll find this more than a challenge to repel, HA-HA!”

A small singularity of vibrant redness suddenly appeared in the sovereigns hands. At the centre of the ki ball was complete blackness that swirled and mixed together like a dark nebula. Suddenly, the small ball of energy expanded by several metres, and after a few more seconds it grew even more, until in no time at all the ki ball was the size of a small mountain. The blast hummed with a constant static and continuously popped with the sound of electricity running through its epicentre to the outer layers. This truly was the finest attack that had ever been conceived, and it was all courtesy of Cold himself.

“I can summon ki far quicker than any of my children, and my techniques are unrivalled across the universe. Try to counteract this Saiyan, if you can!” He snickered wildly as he fired the Ultimate Death Ball towards Celeria. In moments her figure was bathed in the blast’s light until it was a silhouette drowned in crimson energy.

Before long, all that would remain of this “Super Saiyan” would be charred remains.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Thu Mar 05, 2015 12:53 pm

“General! No, don’t do it. It’s a trap!” - she heard the doctor's desperate cry from further behind her.

Slowly turning around her golden crowned head to face them, she traded them a glance that was as stern as any order she had ever issued. Her eyes burned brightly, her irises almost invisible from all the power that was raging inside her. The look said it all - they were to hold their ground. The general then turned back around and looked at King Cold, who was now ascending and spewing some generic overlord nonsense while he was at it.

Celeria scoffed.

From the looks of it, he was powering up a seemingly concentrated attack that would no doubt dispense greater energy once it struck its target. At least, she could surmise as much from the energy fluctuations she saw. Given the fact that her scouter had disintegrated, Celeria had only her training to assess the strength of her opponent. Few things could escape her scrutiny, but this was not one of them. The attack might have proved to be a surprise, had Celeria not spent most of her waking time training.

After more mind-numbing drivel that made her want to tear the overlord limb from limb, he finally unleashed his blast, the full force of it already blinding her as she was instantly pushed down to the ground and buried in a crater that grew ever larger. About five feet in, Celeria had enough.

She pressed her opened palms deeply into the ki sphere and reached out with her own energy to envelop it entirely. Keeping it in check meticulously, she slowly started walking out of the crater.

The massive orb slowly hovered out of the crater. Celeria's finger and the rest of her arm crept up in stride until the General herself fully exited the crater, a thin layer of dirt covering her violet cloak.

She clenched her raised hand into a fist and her ki instantly began smothering the sphere, distorting and deforming it beyond recognition until it finally gave out, forking into lighting cracks with its dying breath and dispersing harmlessly into the atmosphere.

Celeria's calm and collected gaze suddenly contorted into a murderous grimace as she took off into the air.

"I tire of your pathetic games." - she growled at him, extending her hand and pointing her left index finger straight at him.

"You, your legacy and your laughable aspirations will be ground to dust and scattered to the wind." - she crossed her arms confidently.

"You... you wretched beast! How DARE you! I will show you your place!" - Cold yelled out, an aura of intense energy instantly appearing around him. He powered up so suddenly that even the air around him gave way, sending a toppling aftershock wave in all directions.

He charged towards Celeria, fists clenched as he engaged her. The sovereign's strength and reflexes were godlike, it was impossible to behold a creature of his size moving with such speed and agility. Furthermore, his technique was impeccable, as he was clearly trained by the finest battlemasters of the quadrant.

Celeria parried his strikes, blow for blow - each meeting of their limbs a thundering explosion in the air. As she blocked his punches and kicks, Celeria had no urge to fight back. She saw desperation in his eyes. His baseness and primitive urges stripped her of all enjoyment. This was the tyrant, the overlord, the scourge of the saiyan race. And yet, her heart did not even skip a beat at the fact that she was defying him, defeating him even. Rather than elation in the heat of battle, Celeria found herself overcome by a profound sadness. Her race, her people had submitted to such lowly beings, simply because they weren't strong enough. Simply because they were weak, too caught up in their own appetites for destruction.

Bardock said he refused to kill for Frieza any longer. The other saiyans called him mad, ostracized him. She had always respected the thirst for battle of many of her comrades, after all, it was in their blood. This one wanted nothing but wasteful fancies and for that goal, he was ready to crush millions. But the fact that he would not even sully his own hands and would instead enslave warrior races, stripping them of their pride and dignity was what made him truly despicable. She would not give this one a warrior's death for he would never be able to come even close to deserving it. He would die like an animal.

"Enough." - she muttered under her breath.

Deflecting a blow to the side of her head, Celeria concentrated her ki around her arm as she thrust it forward, deeply into Cold's chest cavity and gripped his heart firmly in her grasp. She looked into the eyes of his massive head and saw his pupils narrow at the realization of what had transpired.

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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Thu Mar 05, 2015 1:20 pm

The glance Celeria had fed Kale was one that could flat out kill. He recoiled slightly at the sight of her overwhelming malice. Obviously, the rage that she was radiating was a product of the incredible energy she was generating, and this was no doubt exacerbating her Saiyan instincts. The Doctor couldn’t be sure how sound the General’s decisions would be in this hyper state of being, but he was certain that they were about to find out.

As Cold unleashed what appeared to be the most impressive finishing technique the Doctor had ever bared witness to, Magma chimed in.

“King Cold’s energy is beyond anything the United Confederacy had ever surmised...”

Kale gritted his teeth until his jaw ached. “Thank you for that, Magma...”

“But, it pales in comparison to the golden one...” He finally concluded.

The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darted to the crimson Icejin, his face levying a myriad of reactions ranging from shock to even more shock. “No power can suppress a blast like that, surely it’s not possible, she’ll be crushed!”

Kale barely had time to reassess what was happening in the battle, when suddenly he saw Celeria, who had been buried in a crater, suddenly emerge with the Death Ball in hand. His jaw dropped. Then, in an act of complete ingenuity, the General used her own ki vibrations to neutralise Cold’s attack until the energy ball rippled into nothing but residual static. The impossible had just been performed.

“...Or, she will just ya’ know, make the entire ball of energy... Disappear... No biggie.” Kale felt like his eyes were bulging out of his skull. He could hardly take anymore of the suspense. Just how overwhelmingly powerful was a Super Saiyan? He couldn’t even believe that he was giving credence to the idea of the existence of such a Saiyan, let alone speculating the limits of this unbelievable transformation. He was in awe.

Suddenly, Celeria engaged Cold in combat, and now to no surprise at all, the General left the encounter entirely unscathed. Instead, in a move of utter brilliance and perfect irony, she reached into the overlord’s chest and gripped him by the heart in the manner that he had held the galaxy by its throat.

The end to all of this was looming.
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PostSubject: Re: From Out of the Cold   Thu Mar 05, 2015 1:48 pm

King Cold, the lord of the entire universe and all who dwelled within it, winced in a cocktail of pain and fear. His chest was now a cavern, and he felt his primary organ being vigorously clutched by the filthy ape. His limbs were weakening, and his energy was quickly depleting, pain was now the dominant sensation that coursed through his body. Was this how it all came to an end? Was he doomed to death because of the machinations of his foolish children? He was almost certainly out of time, there was nothing left for him, other than his final solution.

“Ugh, Y-You, dirty ape! We should have wiped you all out when we ha-had the chance.” Cold’s gigantic hands wrapped around Celeria’s forearm, he could feel the intensity of her muscles as they contracted with gallons of power. “I-I told you I was at 90%, but... THIS IS 100%!”

He caught hold of his energy just in time and reversed its decline. Suddenly his aura burst around him again, and within seconds his muscular frame nearly doubled. This was him at full power, and this was him taking care of Cooler’s recklessness. “My ultimate attack! DEATH FIELD!”

Instantly, an explosion spawned from Cold’s body of purple unkempt energy. The explosion quickly spread like wildfire, enveloping the General and Cooler in one second flat, and then expanding to nearly a kilometre wide. The Saiyan spectators appeared to jolt away from the mayhem, but he was unsure whether or not they had managed an escape. Hopefully the blast had decimated them to nothing but dust. The purple electric field raged on for a few moments more, its intensity causing the ground and the skies to morph until they merged into an unrecognisable mass of destruction. The planet now erupted in a storm, and stray forks of lightning incinerated entire glaciers and mountains as if they were paper held to the flame. This was his ultimate attack, and not even a wretched golden ape could survive it.

After a period of cataclysm, the attack dampened until it was no more, and only a haze remained over the battle field. Cold peeled his eyes open in premature relief, but before he could celebrate, he was met with the most ghastly of sights. There, still standing in front of him, with only superficial scratches and cuts was the General, her hand still firmly tucked in his chest. Her resolve hadn’t changed, her will was still unwavering. His confidence quickly diminished until his entire presence deconstructed before the monkey.

“Y-You... W-Why won’t you die?!” He had expended all of his power, now he was as useless as the slaves he had taken for himself. “Why do you continue to... to be?!” His large frame fell limp before Celeria, before he fell to his knees in shambles. “Don’t do this, I-I am the Emperor of the galaxy. I can... Make you an ally, I can give you your own p-planet, n-no your own system. I can make you a god... I’m... I’m not like my sons, I’m not evil...” He pleaded, nothing rung true in his voice now other than utter defeat. “All I want is... Peace. My sons wanted destruction, but not... I.” He finally surrendered before the golden demon. King Cold, lord of all, was now ruler of nothing.
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