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Cooler vs Freiza [C]; Forum Gem Spar
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The sound of foot steps could be heard scuffing the floor all around the ship, and it made Cooler a bit annoyed to think of how these so called soldiers didn't know how to pick up their feet. All those weeks in training back on planet Frieza, and they didn't ever learn how to walk properly? Maybe Douza was right, and he really was given the batch of idiots to help him across the universe. And poor F1 who had to clean up all those scuff marks!

He gave an internal sigh as he thought about the futility of cleaning this ship that he walked through, the behemoth sized giant that served as his home from now on, traveling the galaxy in search of the monstrosities that were genetic clones of his family. In his weeks of hunting down his first target, he had always wondered if his dearest brother knew anything about this. Was Frost playing a game with the Kold clan, or was this really the work of a renegade doctor?

Cooler passed through the hallways of his ship, he made his way into the meditation chamber that he found as the only solace on this dreadful bug planet. Fingers touched to the fuschia colored gem, and soon he found himself in that realm of random places. Douza had apparently sent word to Frieza that Cooler wanted to meet with him in the astral realm, if that was possible.

Never before had he actually tried to meet with another person in this realm before, but having focused on the mental image of his brother while meditating on the gem had brought him to a plane of existence that resembled a jungle covered planet. There were vines hanging from exotic trees, and sounds of wildlife surrounded the icer prince.

He crossed his arms, and waited for his brother to arrive.

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To say that Frieza had become busy was an understatement. What had started as a quick quelling of a rebellion had soon become a struggle against culprits within the Planetary Trade Organization itself. With the heavy but quite honestly rather believable implication that the organization had several unregulated mass murderers within it, the number of warriors that Frieza could trust was hurriedly dwindling down like the power level of a warrior who couldn't control his ki regulation. In his metaphorical back pocket, however, there was always an ace, always one warrior that even though he didn't particularly like him, he could always trust him, quite the opposite of how most Changelings felt about each other.

And it wasn't to say that Frieza particularly disliked Cooler either. It had mostly been sibling rivalry that had caused the majority of their tussles in the past. Primarily it was the bond of the brothers Cold that he was focusing on here. He appeared quite different from his usual dramatic flair, not like a poisonous cloud but rather simply stepping out of the trees as though he were a spectre. His power was supressed to one percent, but once he got a bead on his brother's power level, he adjusted automatically to match it. Though he did not say it out loud, to match Cooler's base power level, Frieza needed to activate a mere three percent of his total possible power.

"Well well, long time no see, brother," Frieza said, "I do hope you'll pardon me for the hurried and unorthodox way of contacting you, especially after it's been so long. Would you care to exchange pleasantries or shall we simply get to the point? Honestly I'm fine with either one, but I think you might be in a bit of a rush, and so I would hate to keep you too long."

WC: 315
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His brother stepped from the shadows as if he was born from them, and gave a pleasant welcoming. It had been some time since Cooler had seen his younger sibling, but as was expected he looked the same physically in this form. There was the same radiance from the younger changeling's eyes as a nuclear detonation, and it had always felt like what ever Frieza was looking at what just another meal for him to devour.
Cooler had never compared to his brother in terms of power, nor would it be possible to ever catch up to him. Many years ago they had been on par, but only because the elder had been given those few extra years to train. Frieza was a true prodigy and caught up, then surpassed his brother ten fold in a relatively short amount of time. The elder brother knew that his title as prince was where he should hold himself, and Freiza was more of a Lord. However, that only gave a mutual respect between the two.

Turning to his kin, the tail behind him flicked like a wild flame when he first spoke "Ahh Brother, glad to see you are still doing well. he immediately greeted back. When Frieza was done speaking, he continued.

" A little of both I suppose. Now that I am taking a more hands on role in our family's empire, I am beginning to see the fires that we need to put out. During my solitude I had never realized how much disarray there was within our organization, and little seems to be done about it.

He had heard some weak rumors, but he was interested in his brother's view. He could get the business part done soon enough. "I heard that you were last headed to Namek some time ago. How has our holding there gone since the war?"

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"First let me say that I was glad to find that the rumors of your returning to us were true. I know that you have removed yourself from the spotlight for some time, and please know that father and I hardly hold that against you. It is merely good to see another member of the Cold Clan back on the intergalactic stage." He gave a respectful nod to his brother before continuing.

"Your question about Namek is a good one, as it hits right on why I wanted to speak to you today. As we speak my physical form is in an altercation with a few, how shall we say, heroes who are interested in rescuing Namek from the heartless PTO. They claim to have come merely for pure-hearted reasons but, well, I'm sure you know how the bleeding hearts are."

He glanced down towards the astral constructed dirt, where a small green piece of a vine was sticking out from the ground, "I must say though that their original issues seem to be not completely unfounded. You may know that I have been attempting to reform our PTO from the top down. You see the conditions that we are pressing upon some of these planets are the exact conditions that create these vengeful beings that claim to be pure-hearted. The same ones that it seems we're always facing up against."

"So I've placed limitations on treatment of the inhabitants of planets that we own. We no longer claim them as slaves. We act more as governors than tyrants. These things are different for our race but they are necessary in creating the types of worlds that people actually wish to live in. While we do have the final say, it's important that we never be the first to turn to violence. It seems that the ground troops we have placed here have gotten quite... bored and done just that. I am sorting the issue, but that does not change the overall feeling behind it."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

WC: 341
TWC: 656
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Cooler listened with avid interest to his brother, his eyes occasionally flicking around to a bird that would take off in flight, or a strange creature slithering across the ground. His ears though, remained focused on what Freiza said. He also found in interesting that his brother was currently battling so called pure-hearted people on Namek. There was no such thing as good or bad in Cooler's view of life, only agendas.

When his brother was finished, Cooler returned eye contact and spoke in a half amused mostly curious tone.

" I do completely agree with you. When I returned to known space, I found the entire galaxy in disarray, and rather than being seen as a business empire we are seen as a tyrannical invasive organization. It's as if people forgot that all sides of that war attempted to conquer planets, and that the PTO was invaded as well."

Cooler thought the idea of his brother currently engaged in a battle with people who were claiming that they were the defenders of peace and goodness. But were they not fighting rather than trying to solve things politically, as the changeling prince knew Frieza would try to do first.

" However, I also appreciate your new approach to these matters. I myself am trying to reclaim control of the planet Arlia, which seems to have fallen into civil war with the Rauga again. I understand that this happens several times a decade, but this time our forces were no where to be seen in aide. If we cannot protect the planets that we govern, we will seem weak to both sides, no? he asked, wondering his brothers thoughts on his current matter.

" It seems the Arlian King actually asked Lord Frost for help, but our forces are beginning to run dry. I've been trying to keep an eye out for talent that seems worthy of leading, but alas have had little luck. I would prefer that we can be called on by our controlled planets in confidence, knowing that we too are protectors as well as governors. Being seen as overlords who are feared is not very heartening, I don't want our planets to fear seeing our ships arrive on these planets."

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"Be very careful with your attempts at reclaiming Arlia," Frieza said, though he did not quite tell his brother to cease his efforts. "Following the war and during the signing of the Accords, Arlia was placed under control of the Saiyan Empire. While the majority of their forces are focused on protecting the Earth, their most hailed acquisition, it does not mean that Arlia is, as one would say, up for grabs."

"I believe it may be beneficial to us to assist the Arlian people, if only because it may come back to assist us at a later date. Throughout this, however, you must not fire upon any Saiyan warriors unless it is in self defense. To put it simply, let them shoot first, but make sure we shoot last."


He met his brother's eyesight and after a moment's final deliberation decided to go through with what he had been planning, "To that end, I'm enacting a few military decrees as of this battle's end. Primarily concerning you, brother. Your rank within the PTO shall be designated Praetor for all intents and purposes. This is in addition to your rank as Prince, much like my position as High Praetor is side by side with my rank as Lord. It takes nothing from you, only gives.

Additionally, I'm placing the entire South Western Quadrant under your control, including Pefu, the smaller planets and, should they rejoin us, Arlia. That also includes the military currently located within that quadrant. That should help boost your issues with dwindling forces. Unfortunately it's not all good news. There is a certain difficulty that comes with this entrusting and that is thus: It is your responsibility to do as I am doing with Namek and soon the rest of the galaxy: Ensure that those under are control are not only safe but relatively comfortable. I am sure that you are busy with your own interests, so in an effort to help both of us I am drafting a document known as the Pact of Cold. More details will come on that when I have time to actually sit down. Now I know that this is quite a lot so quickly, therefore I feel I must ask: Is this, thus far, acceptable, brother?"


WC: 383
TWC: 1k+
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The skin of his brow raised as his brother educated him in the current standings of Arlia, as well as with what he should be want to do. Even though Cooler was the elder of the two, his brother was much more educated in galactic diplomacy and political progress, and he made sure to memorize every word that the shorter of the two said. When all was said, Cooler took a moment to think about his words before saying any thing.

" Very well Brother. Once I business on the bug planet is finished, I will attend to the needs of the south western quadrant as soon as possible. We will need to meet in person once we have each settled down a bit. Having both sons of King Cold so active in the galaxy must instill confidence in many governs." He said on note to the goals that he hoped the two could achieve side by side.

All of this would take some time to absorb true, but the newly named Praetor would have little trouble getting business taken care of. Once his right hand man returned from his current assignment, he would assign Douza to assist where needed while Cooler wrapped things up on Arlia.

But before the two parted ways, there was the one thing that Cooler had been so curious about.

"Brother." He said with such formality, that it indicated importance. " Did you know anything about our family being cloned many years ago? Frost has sent me on a mission to eradicate these copies of us. Were you or father aware that they were monstrosities of us running around the galaxy? "


OOC: The clones are my way of dealing with the histories of previous Canon's of the Cold family.
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Frieza nodded in agreement with his brother. Certain that Cooler was the older of the two, but Frieza had taken charge in his absence. The two of them would quickly find a balance, as Frieza was certain there was much he could learn from his brother in other areas. "Exactly," He agreed, "It is as they say. If you want to go far, go together." He gave a nod then turned to leave just as his brother did, stopping when his brother called him for one final question.

"Clones?" He repeated, sounding incredulous at first. "Clones," He repeated again, this time it was not a question and not at all incredulous. "Clones." He said a final time, purposely continuing to look away, "I don't know anything myself. But there were... rumors, among the Planet Trade Organization's Research and Development Division years upon years ago. If you're on Arlia... Unless the Saiyans have found it, there should be a place where research was done. I've never been there myself, but I heard it was an information storage area. Find an old research center called the Red Archive. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. I'll leave that to you, but in the mean time I'll do some research of my own."

He stopped again then continued a final time, "That's all I have for you. Hopefully it will be enough to get your next step. You know Frost. He works above even our heads. And it's such a rarity that... well, admittedly I don't know how to deal with it." With an ironic laugh, Frieza dissipated just as he'd arrived.

WC: Yes.
TWC: 1k+

OOC: Hopefully that's alright. I figured it was vague enough to be something but enough to work with if you wanted, or ignore if you don't. You can mark this as complete, we'll meet again soon!
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