Cooler's Armored Squadron

At the same time, in the East Galaxy, on a planet filled with green oceans, countless aliens wearing scouters flew through the air. Each of them wore a launcher on their right wrist, continuously firing various energy blasts.

"Help!"

The native inhabitants below fled desperately, trying to dodge the attacks from above.

However, all resistance and flight were in vain. Under the dense barrage of gunfire, group after group of people lost their lives.

Watching the native inhabitants scurry like ants below, these alien warriors felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

"Hahaha, these guys really have no combat power at all. I believe it won't be long before we clear out all the natives, and then we can sell this place for a good price."

These invaders laughed heartily, imagining the rewards their boss would give them upon completing the mission and calculating how long they could spend their earnings on debauchery.

Just then, two golden rays of light flashed by. All the minions in the sky were wiped out in an instant. A terrifying energy wave swept across the sky, and these invaders didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into cosmic dust.

"You guys are all going to die."

Looking at the scene of rivers of blood below, Krillin and Yamcha were filled with anger. Having lived in an era of peace and dedicated themselves to the pursuit of martial arts, they had never witnessed the true scale of war.

Seeing hundreds of corpses and limbs scattered across the ground for the first time was a profound shock.

Only after stepping into the universe did they realize how cruel the law of the jungle truly was.

The two transformed into Super Saiyans and simultaneously unleashed the Kamehameha, continuously sweeping through the sky. The once arrogant invaders were soon reduced to a mere handful of survivors.

"Who, who exactly are you?"

A lone survivor looked at the two figures in terror. He hadn't even seen how they appeared; they had simply arrived and begun a massive slaughter of their army, which was truly terrifying.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? This planet shouldn't belong to you, right? Wantonly invading other people's planets—who are you villains, and who sent you here?"

Krillin stepped on the man, and the sound of his bones cracking could be heard. Unable to bear the agony, the minion shrieked in pain.

"It's, it's Lord Cooler. We are all soldiers under the cosmic emperor Lord Cooler. We belong to Cooler's Armored Squadron."

Hearing it was Cooler's Armored Squadron again, Krillin was furious. He had lost count of how many planets had been invaded by them.

These guys constantly invaded weak planets and sold them to the wealthy; it was truly detestable.

"Cooler's Armored Squadron again. Sooner or later, I will wipe them all out."

Krillin sent the man to hell with a single energy blast.

"Don't get cocky. We've already sent the information here. Lord Cooler has already dispatched reinforcements. You won't be able to escape."

A minion held in Yamcha's hand said arrogantly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yamcha sent him away with an energy blast.

After finishing this, the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with gravity.

Cooler was Frieza's brother. In the past, these two brothers only had the strength of ordinary Super Saiyans, with combat power definitely not exceeding one billion.

But times had changed. Last time, they had been caught red-handed by Cooler. They had thought they could send him to the afterlife with a single energy blast, but Cooler had transformed into his Golden Form right in front of them.

The result was predictable. If Krillin and Yamcha hadn't already mastered their bodies and transformed into Super Saiyan Blue, they likely would have perished there.

Cooler's combat power was so immense that he held his own against the two of them, and it was only by using the Potara Earrings to fuse that they finally managed to kill him.

However, after killing him, they discovered he was merely a robot, and his true body was still out there somewhere.

"If this is just another Cooler clone, it wouldn't be bad to use him as a whetstone for a fight. I just don't know how many he'll send this time," Krillin said worriedly. Yamcha patted him on the shoulder.

"Who cares how many? Gamos gave us a pair of Potara Earrings. If we really can't beat them, we'll just fuse."

Speaking of fusion, one thing had to be noted: after Shenron had reconstructed their appearances, they had returned to their original looks. But if they performed a fusion, the abilities Shenron had bestowed upon them would become ineffective, and the result of the fusion would still be Vegito.

After clearing out the stragglers, the two did not stay to accept the hospitality of the locals. Instead, they continued to use Instant Transmission to search for other victims in the universe.

Before leaving, they left a mark on the planet and instructed the East Kai that if anything happened, he must notify them immediately, and they would arrive directly via Instant Transmission.

At the Cooler's Armored Squadron base, Cooler sat on a floating chair, elegantly sipping red wine from a goblet.

"Report to Lord Cooler, those two mysterious Saiyans have appeared again. They've ruined over a dozen of our business deals."

A communications officer knelt before Cooler, reporting the situation cautiously.

Listening to his subordinate's report, Cooler let out a cold snort. These Saiyan monkeys were truly annoying.

"Understood. You may withdraw!"

Hearing Cooler's command, the communications officer felt a sense of relief and left.

After the officer departed, Cooler stood up. His red pupils flickered, and three golden rays of light shot into the sky, disappearing instantly before reappearing before Cooler a second later.

"This time, we must eliminate them."

"Of course. We have already mastered the Fusion Dance. Even if they fuse again, they still won't escape our grasp."

The three people standing before Cooler were, in fact, three Coolers. The four of them looked exactly the same, standing together in a truly eerie fashion.

The three Coolers vanished, and a crab-shaped spaceship immediately took off, speeding away in one direction.

Watching the direction the ship flew, Cooler muttered to himself.

"It seems my strength is still not quite enough. I wonder how the main body is doing? If I can break through to the next realm, all Cooler clones can be fully upgraded."

The crab-shaped spaceship left a long white trail in the universe. The three Coolers sat in different positions, eyes closed as if meditating.

In the front, five pilots were operating the ship and continuously tracking the signals sent by their subordinates.

This ship was the most advanced in Cooler's Armored Squadron, and their destination was not too far away; they would arrive in about an hour.