Frieza was certainly no fool to have become an overlord of the universe.
On the contrary, he was very clever.
He remembered all too well that the Saiyan before him could kill him in an instant.
So there was no way he would deliberately provoke him, rushing to certain death like a moth into a flame.
Frieza's gaze shifted between Son Gohan and Cooler before he finally thought of a possibility.
He narrowed his eyes. "Cooler, were you the one who brought Dad and me back to life?"
What he hadn't expected was that-
Cooler vanished in a flash and drove his fist into Frieza's lower abdomen with a bang.
Frieza tumbled to the ground, clutching his stomach with both hands as he retched up bile.
"Call me your big brother." Cooler stood over him, looking down.
"Ugh, are you out of your mind?" Frieza raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
Bastard! You hit me the moment we met?
If he weren't hopelessly outmatched, he would have killed Cooler right then and there.
Watching this scene, King Cold merely twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. He was already used to it.
With his hands in his pockets, Son Gohan watched this strange family of three with interest.
Now that he had reached this level of power, everyone seemed rather endearing.
Cooler looked down at Frieza, who lay sprawled on the ground, and said coldly, "Yes, I brought you both back to life. Stop getting yourselves killed from now on. I won't save you again."
"Ugh..."
Clutching his lower abdomen, Frieza struggled to his feet.
"Don't expect me to thank you..." he said, narrowing his eyes.
Cooler didn't care about Frieza's response.
To be honest, resurrecting Frieza and