A planet ravaged by snowstorms year-round, bitterly cold.
Planet Cold.
Deep within the vast ice palace stood a colossal throne.
The figure on the throne, simply sitting there, exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
On the enormous throne, the King Cold's expression shifted between light and shadow, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He looked at the uninvited guest.
welcome?
The other party was Saiyan he had always looked down upon.
That arrogance, rooted deep in his blood, made it impossible for him to lower his noble head.
Not welcome?
He didn't dare.
Even his eldest son, Cooler, died at the hands of this legendary strongest warrior in the universe, Super Saiyan.
What gives him the right to be so defiant?
He took a deep breath.
Try to make your tone sound as polite as possible; at least, retain the last bit of dignity you have as a "former emperor."
"Then, General Turles of Frieza Force..."
He seemed to be reminding the other person, or perhaps numbing himself.
"You've come here because you have something to discuss with me, the former king of Frieza Force?"
However, Turles did not answer directly.
Turles stood with his hands behind his back, looking around the palace's ice sculptures and decorations as if he were visiting some famous historical site, completely ignoring the King Cold on the throne.
He walked past the throne.
He walked to the deepest part of the palace, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling ice crystal window, and gazed at the endless, snow-capped mountains outside the window.
He reached out and tapped a thick icicle next to him with great interest.
An extreme form of oppression where the guest becomes the master.
This infuriated the King Cold.
Just as the King Cold was on the verge of losing control of his emotions.
Turles' calm voice finally rang out, unhurriedly.
"Mr. King Cold."
"This place is really peaceful."
"It seems the turmoil in the universe, and the current predicament of Frieza Force, have had absolutely no impact on this place."
"What do you want to say?" King Cold, his face grim.
Upon hearing the question, Turles slowly turned around.
He looked directly at the King Cold, deciding not to beat around the bush any longer.
"I've come here to invite Mr. King Cold to take charge of the Planet Frieza."
Upon hearing this, the King Cold was taken aback at first, then let out a mocking chuckle as if he had heard the funniest joke in the entire universe.
"Oh..."
"I thought something terrible had happened..."
"From the moment the King Cold Force was renamed the Frieza Force, everything here has had nothing to do with me!"
"That's Frieza's business, and it's something you, as a legionary general, need to worry about!"
"What does it have to do with me!"
Turles seemed to have expected this answer, and his face remained completely calm.
"There is a connection, of course," Turles said slowly and deliberately.
"I know, Mr. King Cold is still hoping for something."
The King Cold's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
"What if something really happens to King Frieza..."
Turles paused, watching with amusement the face on the throne that was gradually stiffening.
" Frieza Force can turn back into the King Cold Force again..."
"That's the idea, isn't it?"
The King Cold's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
That ambition, buried deep in his heart and almost forgotten by himself, was so easily revealed.
His face turned ashen instantly, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't looking forward to this!
Deep down, he had always longed to seize this opportunity to regain power and allow the King Cold Force to once again reign supreme in the universe.
But in front of Turles at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to admit it.
"Of course, it's only natural to think about such things."
"However, if Mr. King Cold isn't senile, he should be able to understand."
Turles slowly turned around, his deep, cold gaze piercing the eyes of the King Cold, his tone exuding an undeniable authority.
"If even King Frieza... and I can't handle this crisis, then you're even less capable."
Turles incisively pointed out the harsh reality.
"Even if you could bring the King Cold Force back to the universe, so what?"
Turles ' words struck the King Cold's heart like a hammer blow.
"Those guys don't need a King Cold to rule the universe for them."
The King Cold leaned back on his throne, remaining silent.
He was once the emperor of the universe, a nightmare feared by countless civilizations, and a synonym for power and terror.
He considered himself invincible in the universe, except for Beerus, the God of Destruction, and the legendary demons.
But now...
I don't know what happened.
This universe, I don't know when it started, has become so unfamiliar.
One after another, unprecedented individuals emerged.
They're all incredibly strong.
It seems that the King Cold have truly become old things forgotten by the times.
Turles keenly noticed the King Cold's dejected appearance, and he knew that the time was almost right.
He didn't press further; instead, he took a few steps forward, his tone softening, carrying an irresistible allure.
"However, if Mr. King Cold could lend a helping hand at this time..."
"No matter what happens in the future, no matter what kind of people appear, as long as Frieza Force stands, it will always be Mr. King Cold's solid support."
Turles ' steps have been offered.
The dilemma on the King Cold's face seemed about to dissipate.
He was about to speak, hoping to gain more leverage and salvage a sliver of his pitiful dignity in this utterly defeated negotiation.
However, Turles never gave him that chance.
"In addition..."
Turles ' tone suddenly turned cold without warning.
"Regarding Mr. King Cold's secret support for space pirates and interference with Frieza Force's security over the past two years..."
"I'll pretend it never happened, okay?"
"You...!"
The King Cold suddenly stood up from his throne.
Isn't that the implication of this statement?
If they still don't agree, then we'll have to pursue this to the end!
So he didn't have a choice in the first place...
The King Cold originally wanted to say something to defend himself, or utter some harsh words to save face.
But under Turles' calm gaze, he found himself unable to utter a single word.
for a long time.
Turles finally withdrew his gaze, as if he had completely lost interest in this standoff that had already been decided.
He slowly turned around, took a few steps, and walked unhurriedly towards the palace gate...