The Frost Demon Race Has No Familial Love

Having just performed a humane execution on the recording, Frieza's brow furrowed, though lacking eyebrows, the sight appeared somewhat peculiar.

Fortunately, there are far too many browless individuals in the Dragon Ball universe, so one becomes accustomed to it.

Thud.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground echoed from outside the palace, and Frieza let out a sigh.

Cooler had arrived!

Let him come, then.

To kill one is a sin; to slaughter ten thousand is to be a hero!

To slaughter ten thousand times ten thousand, that is to be a hero among heroes!

Creak... creak...

This time, it was not the sound of Frieza's footsteps, but Cooler's, echoing with the distinct rhythm unique to their Frost Demon Race.

"Oh, Frieza, my dear younger brother, you have actually done the very thing I most wanted to do. Tell me, how should your elder brother thank you?"

The moment Cooler laid eyes on Frieza, he delivered the most enthusiastic greeting, yet the temperature inside the palace plummeted rapidly, dropping even lower than the freezing air outside.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

"It is merely something you wanted to do but dared not. What is there for me, Frieza, to fear?"

"As for you, after all these years, you haven't made the slightest bit of progress. Your combat power has only risen from 470 million to 500 million. You truly disappoint me!"

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

If!

If Cooler hadn't walked in radiating such undisguised killing intent, Frieza would not have been so confrontational.

After all, this Cooler was the one who had gone to Earth single-handedly to avenge him!

Now it seemed, Cooler had merely used that as a pretext.

There was no familial affection in Cooler's heart!

Or perhaps, for the Frost Demon Race, there was no such thing as familial affection to begin with!

Hearing Frieza's snide laughter, Cooler's face couldn't help but twitch; he truly could not understand why his younger brother had such peculiar tastes.

"Frieza, it seems you are quite confident! Do you not know that I can transform one more time?"

Cooler crossed his arms, intending to look down upon Frieza.

Then, he realized he couldn't!!

"You... when did you grow taller?"

Cooler wore a look of utter disbelief, for once a member of the Frost Demon Race reached adulthood, it was impossible to alter their physical form outside of transformation, let alone grow so much taller!

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

"If you want to fight, then fight! Why so much chatter?"

Whoosh.

Two Death Beams shot from Frieza's eyes, instantly piercing through Cooler's chest.

However, Frieza felt no pride; his eyes shifted to the left.

There, Cooler's figure slowly materialized, while the previous Cooler rapidly dissipated.

"Hmph, children's tricks!"

Cooler flicked his tail in disdain and slammed it hard against the ground, instantly cracking the floor into a bottomless fissure.

But the Ice Planet had one good quality: it was durable. The crack quickly froze over, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Ahhh!! Aaaaaah!!"

Cooler had no desire for further small talk and immediately began to power up. A wave of purple energy erupted, blowing Tagoma away until he vanished from sight.

Whether Tagoma lived or died, Cooler did not care, and neither did Frieza.

Seeing Cooler power up, Frieza remained calm and collected; a combat power of 500 million was simply not worth taking seriously.

Clang! Boom!

Their fists collided, and Cooler was instantly blasted out of the palace, crashing into the distant ice sheet and sending a sky full of ice crystals spraying into the air.

Cooler's eyes burned with rage as he rubbed his arm in disbelief; that single punch had nearly crippled his left arm.

"Good! Good! Good! So that's where your confidence comes from—your strength has increased by this much!"

"But! It is all in vain, Frieza!! You have successfully enraged me!!"

Whoosh!!

Cooler powered up once more; he intended to transform further. Only then would he be certain of defeating the current Frieza.

Boom!

Cooler was smashed back into the ice layer, and Frieza said indifferently, "You talk too much!"

Extending his right hand, Frieza pointed his index finger at the crater where Cooler lay, firing a Death Beam ten times thicker than the ones he had shot from his eyes.

BOOM!!

No matter how sturdy Ice Planet was, the entire planet underwent a transformation after taking that hit.

Large chunks of ice bulged outward, and massive fissures appeared across the vast ice sheets.

"Argh!! Frieza, you are courting death!"

BOOM!

With a roar, Cooler burst out from the ice, his arms now hanging limply at his sides.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

"I thought my dear brother was something special, but it turns out you're just a useless piece of trash who looks the part but lacks the substance!"

"Even a Saiyan could withstand an attack of this level!"

Although Cooler had a high combat power, he didn't know how to utilize his ki like Son Goku and the others; Frieza felt that a fight like this was utterly meaningless.

"Transform. I'll give you the time; I want you to die with a clear conscience!"

Back then, when Frieza had insta-killed King Cold, his own combat power had only been 250 million, yet King Cold had still been capable of two more transformations. To be safe—and crucially, because he hadn't been able to use Star Transformation at the time—he hadn't given King Cold a single shred of an opportunity.

Perhaps it was from spending time with the Saiyans, or perhaps Frieza simply possessed a penchant for arrogance, but regardless, he felt that killing Cooler just like this was pointless.

Flames seemed to erupt from Cooler's furious eyes, yet he still didn't pass up this chance to transform.

He had underestimated Frieza and overestimated himself; in this moment, he felt a profound fear of death!

When he had first seen the surveillance footage, Cooler's eyes had lit up. He had suddenly realized that he could pull off a sneak attack like Frieza's, and he could do it even more elegantly.

Because he had convinced himself that Frieza had only defeated King Cold through a sneak attack rather than a genuine victory, Cooler had dared to charge over here.

Now, he no longer dared to look down on Frieza, because Frieza truly possessed the power to kill him!

"You will regret this! Hahahaha! You will definitely regret this!!"

Seeing that Cooler still had the energy to spout nonsense, Frieza used Shift to appear right in front of him, slamming a fist into Cooler's abdomen.

Taking this blow, Cooler's eyes bulged, his mouth hung wide open, and a green liquid—indistinguishable between bile and blood—spilled out, making Frieza feel a wave of disgust.

Frieza unleashed an Inch Punch from his arm, and with another agonizing roar, Cooler was sent flying over a thousand meters away.

"Whether I regret it or not remains to be seen, but I know for certain that you're regretting all that blathering right now!"

With another Shift, Frieza stomped his foot onto Cooler's chest, the sound of shattering bones echoing out, and he only pulled his foot back after Cooler let out a pained scream.

"Ten seconds. For certain reasons, I'm willing to give you ten more seconds. If you can't complete your transformation by then, just die!"

A fierce light erupted in Cooler's eyes; he didn't need ten seconds, five would be more than enough.

"Oh, and by the way, even after you transform, you still won't escape death!"

"Just a reminder, three seconds have already passed!"

Cooler was stunned. This Frieza was using words to distract him, and he was actually counting down!

Cooler hesitated no longer, frantically gathering all the ki in his body. A sound of bones popping, even louder than before, rang out as Cooler's body finally began to change!

"Aaaaaahhh!!!"

"Frieza!! I'm going to make you taste the feeling of being beaten to a pulp!!"

Cooler continued to run his mouth while transforming, while Frieza calmly counted down.

"Seven... eight... nine... ten. Time's up!"

ROAR~~!!!