(Treat this chapter as a side story.)
I am Cooler.
The most gifted warrior in my family.
Ahem. Speaking of my family, there had actually only been three of us left for as long as I could remember.
Me, my stupid little brother Frieza, and our father, King Cold.
Three people made up an entire family. Sounded pretty cool, didn't it?
Yes, cool as in cold.
Remember, I wasn't making a lame joke here.
Our names were just as cold as our personalities.
My brother hadn't quite mastered controlling his power, so he developed several transformations that let him play weak while hiding his strength, all to prevent his power from leaking away.
He usually showed himself in that stupid form. Pretty laughable, really.
But I was different. I was born with perfect mastery over my power. One hundred percent control.
So I had absolutely no need for those pointless regressive transformations. My form was way cooler than his.
And let me let you in on a little secret. Even Frieza probably didn't know this.
I could actually transform once more from this form, multiplying my power level several times over.
Heh heh. I would always have one more transformation than Frieza.
After all, as the older brother, I needed to be stronger to protect my little brother.
But my brother gradually grew up, too, and that pleased me greatly.
Seeing him do pretty well for himself in the North Galaxy, I moved far away to make my mark in the Southern Galaxy rather than steal his thunder.
Worth mentioning: I was a galactic overlord here, too, one of the foremost powers in the Southern Galaxy.
In a very short time, I established the renowned Cooler's Army.
Cooler's Armored Squadron consisted of my trusted subordinates, and they commanded the entire