The Cold.

(Frieza-POV)

For a year his training progressed while his Ginyu force continued to secure old territory, reclaiming planets that rebelled after his death or went their own way, those who returned to the fold were spared the eventual extinction event brought about by his elite forces and the Ginyu force reserved for those traitors who refused to bow.

Tagoma, Zarbon, Cui and Dodoria become so much more as his personal punching bags, their strength making them even more powerful than even captain Ginyu. With the disappearance of his father, something that Frieza had paid some mind but ultimately couldn't bother dealing with himself, that is until now. His training, a year's worth had him grow in leaps, he never trained in his life until now and he regretted his past self's arrogant assurance of his power in the past.

While he knew that his father had went after another Saiyan somewhere, the planets location given to him by those who governed his fathers personal planet, the planet in question had been destroyed and there were no signs of a body, numerous amounts of his forces were ordered to sweep the asteroid field left behind by no such luck in locating his father. With his father now out of the picture, Frieza had yet to inform his elder brother whose own forces were busy securing his own minuscule territory.

"Tagoma, you have my leave to join my Ginyu Force, you will however serve under neath my more seasoned captain Ginyu and his men, I also order you to head for their side and begin their training in their days off, you have my permission to beat them and use the newly commissioned mobile healing tank to assist in their recovery."

"And what would you have of us my lord, what with you now desiring to end your training montage and allowing us to serve at your side once more. Our newfound power, we can be better prepare against the enemies of the Cold empire. Allow me to go out and hunt down this Saiyan, the one of whom might have had a hand in defeating your father, allow us to prove ourselves once more!" Dodoria nodded at Zarbon's little speech, him and Cui following Zarbon in bowing to Frieza while Tagoma hurried to copy their bow with a stammer. Frieza however wasn't going to have them waste time in looking for their father, he would be going to do that and shortly.

"Zarbon, I've a task for you. Locate my father, I'll be looking for Namek. With our immortality gone, I will need to use the dragon balls to attain it once more. How else is my father gone missing if not for immortality now being defunct." Frieza turned, the ship that was in service to him had crew members who also followed him out of hell, such one his eyes narrowed on before his eyes aglow-ed briefly, two beams of energy shot through the alien's body and he fell down dead. A brief silence, the stuttering of his less impressive PTO soldiers heard, his eyes narrowed upon the corpse before Frieza added to those assembled here.

"As you can see, my theory we're no longer immortal is proven here and now. I would assume that my father is also dead, with a Saiyan involved and we know how powerful a bunch of them are, do not discount their now swelled numbers as you recall, they also escaped the same way we all did." Frieza waved a hand at Cui, who barked out orders to some of their men to remove the corpse and also to ready the flagship for take-off. Frieza added amused, his eyes eyeing the attack ball he ordered for himself.

"I now will pay a visit to the galactic patrol, they would know of the location of the planet Namek, for I've already ordered its location, and the planet has been destroyed… If the dragon balls are indeed lost, then taking my vengeance on the Saiyan's on earth would be my priority. But first I shall make sure my brother is there to back me up, his power could come in handy to deal with those pesky rabble and I do owe him the chance to assist me for his own shared thirst for vengeance. After all, it was by one Saiyan's hand that my brother and I were defeated utterly- I will not let that stain on me to remain any longer now that I've grown to new heights. Why, Cooler would be jealous…" he cackled, his power tightly restrained within him with no small amount of sheer will, in what seemed like an instant the air around himself detonated non threateningly around him and blinded those around him as he entered his most weakest form, in order to hide his power and to appear more nonthreatening to when he stood face to face with Cooler. Him and those weakling galactic patrol fools too.

Cui held out his scouter for which he returned from the ship to retrieve as well as Frieza's PTO armor, handing them to Frieza whose eyes glowed, taking the items out of his hands via telekinesis and then he quickly wore and then placed the scouter onto his face, the blue display turning on and he motioned to the attack ball, taking the remote out of the air that he also held with telekinesis.

"Zarbon, you're in charge. I expect you to look for the remains of my father or if he so happened to be out of range of a signal, report it to me. Expect a call from me and then retrieve the dragon balls for my use from the planet Namek once I've sent the coordinates, I'll have to beat those meddling patrollers up, but what's an empire without an enemy to declare war against? Zarbon, exercise the use of Dodoria and Cui as you see fit, I have of no need for their help though you might. Tagoma, remember to allow the Ginyu force use of the new healing facilities aboard the ship you've been assigned to." Zarbon replied, a sneer on his face while he swept his hair aside.

"Those healing pods are great my lord, but are we sure we should rely on them, sir… they are after all of a synthetic Saiyan-"

"-Hey Zarbon, those things kept us alive while L-Lord Frieza t-trained us to the bone! We would have d-died if not-" Cui was silenced by the large whack to his back, curtsy of Dodoria who cackled, though he appeared nervous when Frieza turned to gaze at him amused, Dodoria shut up quick.

"Dodoria, you'll be assigned to guard Tagoma's old boss for the remainder of my absence. Sorbet is conducting an extensive recruitment and training campaign around the empire while also bringing my economy back to its levels prior to my demise. He and the Heeter force are working together though I have less trust for those siblings to not try and stab me in the back when my presence in the empire has been found to be absent, while I conduct my business elsewhere. Guard him Dodoria, his ship will land here in an hour, await him while the others leave." Frieza sat into his attack ball fully, Cui and Zarbon headed for the then--prepped for take-off ship while Tagoma headed for the other large ship prepared to take him off-world, leaving Dodoria to sit nearby, in a crater of which many lay scattered around the once beautiful and vibrant world, now but a desolate wasteland.

(Cooler-POV)

His own training started a year ago was coming along fine, his newest transformation he dubbed the fifth form was now his base form, which now he hid with the fourth form. He could transform into it in an instant of powering up and he lost none of his energy reaching the form or from a long-extended battle as he also improved upon his stamina. He trained alone, not wanting his brother to find out about his training, for in the future, after his revenge he would also deal with the brat and finally take his birthright.

Cooler got a transmission about his father vanishing without a trace; the last known planet he stepped foot on being destroyed and also about the Saiyan one of Frieza's assault teams found. This saved him much time in killing Cold himself, his father would have been a problem had he lived and so far, there was no sign of him. Salsa,

Salza, Dore and Neiz also escaped with him and were put to use retaking his rightful territories with his Cold force which had been fairing much better than the rest of the empire, their leadership meant he didn't have to waste time securing it himself, there were some deaths they inflicted on the rebels but most took to surrendering to him instead of dying. Cooler was fair after all, he had the traitors drafted into a new penal battalion under the armored squadrons directives and that was that, manpower was scarce compared to the rest of the Cold Empire, and he needed soldiers to enforce his will. Salza, Dore and Neiz also had time for training unlike the Ginyu force, for his territory remained a small portion compared to the rest of the empire and most had pledged to him outright instead of splintering further, a little minority were, and again, drafted and that was that so Cooler was content for now.

He new felt confident enough for the Saiyan who killed him, though he would await Frieza first to take on the Saiyan first to assess both their strengths and weaknesses, his plan to take the empire pushed him even more than getting revenge on that Saiyan, for it was his brother who was trapped in hell with him and while he had learned of his brothers fighting style and weaknesses, the brat could have changed his style entirely.

"...Frieza has also been training according to my spies, I've been careful in my own training, and I've sent my ship to my capital in order to keep this all a secret to any ears my foolish brother has in my rank and file. Now then, I am confident in this new power, though for now…" he tensed slightly, holding his right hand in front of his face while squeezing a fist for a brief moment, His Ki settled within. His bulky form shrunk dramatically as he transformed back down to his fourth form, humming in satisfaction from the speed of the transformation.

"Now, to order a full complement of troops and prepare my plan…" he neither smiled nor scowled, his face remained in a normal, stoic posture, floating upwards, he took off from the planet with the abnormal gravity. Cooler powered up and used his speed to head to the nearest planet, Cooler planet no. 65 in order to gain access to communications. The flight through space Cooler was guided by the scouter on his face, which Cooler stashed on a large asteroid along with other supplies while he conducted his training, he arrived on number 65 with a few hours and landed immediately within the landing zone of the main administration complex.

"Diamo, how goes the Armored squadrons mission, is our space as secure as I've been told?" he asked the commander, a alien from the same planet as Salza, only weaker and red skinned." she replied with a bow, the other soldiers following suite, bowing to Cooler while his gaze remained on his commander.

"My lord Cooler, we've been told, the Armored Squadron has secured the out-most planets of your portion of the Cold Empire, though there has been tells of a ship, crash-landed on a planet a few light-years from Cooler planet no. 293. Salza has decided to call for you encase this would be the same Saiyan that King Cold went after with little, if any information." Cooler replied immediately, gazing at the information, a close up of the ship indicating it crash landed on this planet, a lush tropical world.

"...Quarantine the planet, I want no one heading there. Perhaps I'll… drop a 'Super Supernova' sometime later. The Saiyan is confirmed to be there?" he asked commander Diamo, she nodded.

"Yes, my lord. An abnormally large power is fluctuating on the planet in the location of the ship. The Saiyan is stuck here, at your whim you can finish it off any time." Cooler nodded, not concerned about this stranded Saiyan. He sat upon a throne saved for his use, calculating any précised moves he would make in the future.

(Cinder Fall-POV)

"Are you still going Cinder, to sign up for Cooler's elite force, or will you stay with me. Come on, you're a good mechanic, stick to what you know girl. Your no warrior-" Cinder glared at the alien, her mentor and fellow mechanic Curl kept trained her to a power level of 11,437 and his own reached 15,342 in their sparring matches over the span of a year, they were more than a match for Curl's enemies, a group within Coolers guardsman here on planet no. 65. Being among those who could kill her as easily as her first death on Remnant had kept her tame in comparison, her days long and she quickly used her wit and what strength she had to make up for the rest, being experienced for her assigned job- a mechanic.

"I've had enough of working in this shit-" she slammed the retro-spanner onto her bench, halting her next word before she continued, a little less attention grabbing, a whisper.

"-This job… I'm a fighter, I've broken a few nails, and this grease is bad for my skin. And the pay is better in the elite's; you go on about the money to me all the time. Come on you fool, we can get more in Coolers elite squad." she and him were stronger than the basic bastards that worked within Cooler's territory, it was a whole learning experience here, working on multiple worlds… no Grimm. No Grimm would defeat her now, she'd seen these guys, even participated in a few planetary assaults on rebels when the numbers were needed and mechanic work was non-existent.

"You're a right bitch Cinder, I like this job… fine then you brat, I also enjoy killing strong fighters. Fine you little queen bee, I'm with you." her rotund 'friend' accepted, cackling all the while and he turned back to the small ship he was repairing.

"Alright hot head, get back to work before Reacher has our hides." She grimaced, grumbling about doing more of the repairs her job demanded, also having to listen to Curl hum once again.

(Turles-POV)

He and the Crusher Corps arrived on the world where he hid one more seed eight months ago, and ever since had been preparing for their eventual return to earth to obtain their revenge when Turles instead decided to postpone that… indefinitely. They had been killed and their strength prior to their deaths was what they had now. Turles hated training, it was for the weak, the fruit was a quick and powerful boost but getting stronger was more fun when you were crushing someone or many someone's. Their new goal was to gather enough power and utilize the tree of might on richly fertile worlds, preferably worlds that had no civilizations on them for the fruit, they would test their newfound strength on powerful empires within the universe, there were plenty of planetary powers out there with powerful warriors to kill, their worlds, to sacrifice to the tree.

Which now, was where they found themselves, having just finished fighting against an especially powerful race, their teamwork and the fact they have already used the tree and ate each eleven fruits each, their power read way above 400,000 each though more or less, Turles above 600,000 according to their new scouters they stole before leaving the planet they ended up on when they escaped.

"Men! will reap harvest this world, there are plenty of worlds of this species out there left for the tree. Their data is fascinating, it will be put to good use, will have to avoid the Cold empire, nearby; we've been slowly gaining on their southern borders, it is time to turn around." Turles took out his last fruit, the twelfth and ate it slowly, eating the entire thing to his delight, the others were eating normally for they waited for the tree of might to cultivate fully.

"We should raid the cold empire Turles, might as well get some more intelligence on Frieza's location so that we stay out of the tyrant's path. There are plenty of fertile, untouched worlds within their borders we can use as hideouts or as feed for the tree, we should be able to take on the Ginyu force with ease now kek" Amond turned to Daiz, adding.

"Remember you little shit, I'll be leading off on the next world, you've been hogging all the strong fighters- you and Turles both, Turles is the commander though, so I'll happily break you in two if you try and take the glory in this next siege. Little bastard…" Daiz grunted, spitting to the side and smirking up at Amond in challenge though Turles paid their banter little mind. His thoughts were instead of his new ability he 'found' to possess when he was revived by the black dragon- beast, whatever it the thing was that allowed them to escape the pits of inferno.

'That energy, I can now tap into it and it increases my power to great heights… I must learn to harness this power, it would come in handy in the future.' he smirked down, seemingly concentrating until he grinned in satisfaction when his Ki went from purple, swirling around his hand; to a dark inky black and purple color, his power increasing dramatically. Enough to have the scouters fluctuate before he lost it once more. Turles glanced upwards, the world while fertile, was beginning to wither at an increased rate and the skies showed it, the trees in the immediate had long died from being drained as the tree of might continue to grow, it's roots continuously moving out over on the horizon.