The dust settled.
Cooler lay in the center of the massive crater, his body utterly mangled.
His white bio-armor had shattered into countless fragments, and purple blood flowed from his wounds, pooling beneath him.
Two of the horns on his head had broken off, while the remaining ones were covered in cracks.
He was not dead yet, but he was close.
Cooler weakly turned his head, his crimson eyes looking toward King Cold in the distance.
His lips trembled as he rasped with a trace of hope, "Save... save me..."
In the distance, King Cold watched the scene, his three-meter-tall body shaking violently.
[1.5 billion... that Namekian... 500 million...]
[And two Super Saiyans...]
[I... I have no chance of winning... They want to kill us...]
King Cold broke down.
He no longer cared about his son, who was about to breathe his last. He turned and ran, shouting fearfully at the warriors he had brought, "Retreat! Retreat now! Start the spaceship! Leave this planet immediately!"
Hearing his father's voice, the last glimmer of light in Cooler's crimson eyes went out.
Cooler's head drooped, and his four-meter-tall body stopped moving.
The purple blood ceased to flow. The Frieza Clan's strongest warrior—Cooler—had fallen.
But King Cold had no time to care about that.
Son Goku appeared out of thin air before him once more.
"I told you... did I say you could leave?"
King Cold abruptly stopped. He did not even dare look at Son Goku before turning and running in another direction, but Son Goku always appeared in front of him first.
After several attempts, King Cold knew there was no way he could escape. He lowered his head in despair at the Saiyan before him, his crimson eyes filled with terror.
[It's over... It's completely over...]
King Cold looked behind