"Hohoho!"
Cooler threw his head back and laughed. "I admit you have some strength. Since you killed my subordinates, why not become one of my men?"
"Salza and the others weren't strong enough. If they provoked you, they got what they deserved. Come work for me, and I'll forget what just happened."
The Frost Demon Race seemed to have a knack for bizarre ideas. Someone had just killed their subordinates, and they immediately tried to recruit him.
Just like in the Namek Saga in the anime, Frieza had tried to recruit Goku, but Goku hadn't given him the time of day.
"Are you kidding me? I just killed your men!" Kasso rubbed his forehead, looking a little exasperated.
"..."
Cooler said nothing, his smug smile fading.
He had overestimated his own reputation. His opponent had actually refused him.
But did this man know what would happen if he refused?
Cooler's face darkened as he looked at Kasso as if he were already dead.
The air suddenly grew oppressive, and lightning flickered more and more frequently in the dark clouds overhead.
Kasso sniffed. The air felt damp. He looked up and saw raindrops beginning to fall.
"Is a storm coming?"
The corners of Kasso's mouth lifted slightly.
At last, after coming to the Dragon Ball World, he was about to fight one of the anime's big bads.
At that moment, the blood in Kasso's body boiled like water in a kettle. His excitement made his whole body tremble.
"Then go to hell and keep Salza and the others company."
Cooler's icy voice rang across the sky.
Then he turned into a streak of purple light, plunging down like a meteor from beyond the heavens and charging straight at Kasso.
As Cooler attacked, Kasso's body moved in a strangely effortless way, slipping