Hearing those words, King Cold's entire body trembled.
"A Super Saiyan in the North Galaxy?"
"Didn't Frieza wipe out all the Saiyans in the North Galaxy?"
"Could there still be survivors—and have they become the Super Saiyan our ancestors spoke of?"
King Cold considered every possibility. Before he knew it, cold sweat had broken out across his back, soaking through his battle armor.
"Damn Frieza! He didn't wipe out the Saiyans completely!"
King Cold gritted his teeth. From what he could guess, there was a good chance Cooler had encountered the legendary Super Saiyan.
Based on what King Cold knew of the ancestral teachings, only that could explain how even a powerful fighter like Cooler had met with disaster.
What should he do?
King Cold decided to head to the East Galaxy first to find out what had happened, then make a decision.
"Send a message to Frieza. Tell him to go to Cooler's territory. I'll wait for him there."
King Cold ordered his men.
If things continued this way, with Cooler dead, only two members of the Frost Demon Race would remain.
They had always been mortal enemies of the Saiyans. If this matter wasn't handled properly, the entire Frost Demon Race might die at the hands of the legendary Super Saiyan.
Still, King Cold knew that no Saiyan had ever broken through to the Super Saiyan level before. Otherwise, those Saiyans would have gone after Frieza for revenge long ago.
That was why King Cold felt somewhat reassured. He knew that a Saiyan who had only just broken through wouldn't be very strong. He was sure he could handle that Super Saiyan.
Planet Sadala.
Bardock's family courtyard.
"We'll hold a feast tonight to celebrate Little Biel's return—and to celebrate the fact that our Saiyans have finally produced