Chapter 4
Around a decade earlier, shortly after Ginse had nded on earth and Frieza seemingly been disposed of, Cooler had begun making preparations for reorganizing his family’s… “enterprise”, in a manner that was more akin to his own designs.
In the power vacuum that had formed after Frieza and Cold’s absence, Cooler thought it wise to look and see what the varying factions would do, if left to their own devices. To analyse them. Spot their strengths and weaknesses, and likewise how to use both to his advantage.
He knew that this endeavor would be a retively long one, as people grew and evolved over the years, and after around a decade or so of watching, making notes and spying, keeping tabs on everyone he managed, there arrived the day when he contacted all the factions, and asked for them to come and meet on neutral ground.
“Thus, in this endeavor, I have called you all here today, to perhaps reconcile our differences and come to an agreement. One that would benefit all of us.” Standing tall, the iceling looked across the nd before him, swaying his tail in long and fluid, patient movements, with occasional snaps and swift, impactful swings, watching the rather luxurious and vibrant forests, and likewise the broad ocean overlooking it, from atop the summit they had gathered on, before turning to his guests, hands behind his straightened back and outstretching chest. “Thus…”
“Spare us the bullshit pleasantries, Cooler.” The young Vegeta growled, his arms crossed and he tried smelling the iceling for any sign of weakness. “Your kind had abused us saiyans for decades, and you now want ‘reconciliation’? Fuck off!” He spat on the ground, snarling at Cooler.
“Would it surprise you if I did, young one?” He turned to look at the teen saiyan before him, who had come alone; no posy and no allies anywhere near him. His saiyan armor, makeshift, tattered and even if functional, clearly in disrepair. “As for our conflicts and misgivings between my te family and yours, I extend my sincerest apologies.” He lightly nodded, as if to acknowledge what had happened, but without too much concern for the events and massacres. Which the young saiyan immediately picked up on.
“You don’t seem to care that they occurred, now do you?”
“Not exactly, no.” Cooler admitted, rather casually, his cold and pretty much detached gaze meeting Vegeta’s fuming gnce. “I was, however, not exactly part of what occurred. So, of course, I don’t bear too much of the guilt, so the apology was mostly for my departed brother and father. But rest assured, I have no ill will towards any of you.” He briefly turned to speak towards all the gathered warriors, scientists and mercenary bands.
“I see.” Vegeta took a step forward, smirking at the iceling and more or less inviting him to a fight, judging by his posture and composure. “Then, you can start and make amends, by calling me by my full title: king vegeta, the third!”
“Oh?” Cooler raised his brow, scoffing with disgust, as he approached the saiyan, responding to his taunting with his own rebuttal and retort. “king, you say? Are you still primitive enough, to erroneously believe that bloodlines, lineage and titles give you more rights than others? ‘cause they certainly do not, little ape boy.”
“Aargh! Go fuck yourself!”
Vegeta growled, raising his fist and connecting it with Cooler’s jaw, the iceling utterly unfazed, as he then caught the saiyan’s leg, squeezing hard enough around his ankle to cause pain, but deliberately not enough to break his bones.
Of course, Vegeta struggled to get loose, and as Cooler loosened his grip, the young saiyan slipped from his grasp and started pummeling him, although to no ostensible avail.
“Fight back, damn it!”
“Why would I, in this context? Are you implying you’re a threat?” Cooler smirked and chuckled to himself, rather amused, yet also… impressed by the saiyan’s tenacity and forwardness.
Hissing and growling, Vegeta looked around and then arrived upon an idea, as he then pressed a hand against the ground, heat soon emanating from his palm and searing the earth on which they stood.
“If you won’t honour me with a duel, then I’ll blow up this wretched world! Urgh!”
In the next moment, a scarred saiyan with upraised and spiky hair, caught the young Vegeta by the arms, pulling him in an armlock and pinning him to the ground.
“That’s enough. I had heard you were one vain motherfucker, but fuck me, it’s another thing entirely to see it up close.”
“Get your filthy hands off me, you low css wretch!”
The young saiyan struggled, but Bardock’s grasp was tight and sturdy, making it hard for Vegeta to even move, let alone break out, what with how desperate and pained he was, and rabid almost to the core.
“I appreciate the gesture, Bardock. However…”
“How about you go fuck yourself?” Bardock snapped at Cooler, raising his gnce to gre at the iceling, who had raised a hand towards the pair. “This is between me and the kid. Besides, if you’re so caring and compassionate as you portray yourself, why didn’t you step in, to stop this world from potentially getting destroyed?”
“Hahaha!” Cooler ughed, smiling rather smugly to himself. “Because I knew you would.”
“Oh, really? And how’s that?”
“Well, let’s say I’m a rather well versed judge of character.” He grinned suggestively, turning his sights towards the Vegeta, whose eyes started watering as he kept pushing against Bardock, to not ostensible avail. But, he kept on pushing and pushing, which Cooler remarked and appreciated, as he then pced his hand on Bardock’s shoulder. “My friend…”
“I’m not your friend, bud.”
“Hahaha! Perhaps “bud” will suffice then. But, regardless, I ask that you let go of young Vegeta over here.”
After a few moments of exchanging gres and gnces, Cooler’s expression calm, ostensibly compassionate and reassuring, convincing the older saiyan to eventually scoff and let go of the him.
“Argh. You’ll… argh… you’ll all pay for this…” Vegeta scowled and snarled, between his stuttered breaths, his arms and legs having become numb from how hard Bardock had squeezed them.
“I know your pain well, little saiyan.” Cooler crouched before Vegeta, offering a hand as he met the boy at eye level, the iceling’s expression warm, but solemn as he looked upon him.
“What would you know?!” He angrily hit Cooler’s hand away, recomposing himself as he rose up to his feet.
“What would I know? To have an absent mother, whom I’ve never met? Whose touch I never felt, when I most desired it, in the cold nights I spent alone? Ignored at first, and ter on exploited for my power and my skills? Without so much as an instance, not a single one, of recognition, from the father I had helped to build this enterprise? Or, more rather, the one that, of the three of us, I alone had kept from crumbling all those years?” With that, he took a deep, deep breath, before sighing in relief and some amount of satisfaction, in having expressed his lingering anguish, before rising to his feet and looking in Vegeta’s eyes, once more. “I know why you killed your father, child, as I killed my own with my bare hands.”
Almost everyone around gasped audibly at the revetion, Bardock scoffing as he examined Cooler with curiosity and intrigue, Vegeta’s eyes widening, before he caught himself and scowled, but then turned his gnce athwart… angered that he, even for a moment, felt a sense of kinship with another.
“In addition to what is my own self respect, of course… it is also this impression of kinship, that I choose to call you through means of your own name, Vegeta; not the titles and fake imagery that others sought to graft upon you, for their own agendas.” The young saiyan froze up at those words, Bardock raising his eyebrows and feeling rather inspired by the speech, as the others murmured amongst themselves, as Cooler continued. “In other words, I want to acknowledge you for who you are; not what others tried to turn you into, for their own personal gain, at the expense of yours.” With that, he turned towards the others and flung out his arms in a welcoming, inviting fashion, raising his tone so all would hear him. “And I extend his attitude towards all of you. I have not come here to ambush you. I have not come here to bark demands and centralize your resources, nor fill my pockets with the product of your bours. I have come here, and asked you to join me on such an occasion, once again… to reconcile and work together, as equals and mutually respectful allies. If this does not intrigue or interest you, then do go ahead and leave. If it entices you, then I suggest we feast and speak of further colboration. Perhaps share stories and engage in deep and profound conversation. Now, what say you? Potential friends, and who knows… maybe even extended family.”
As the day went on, all of the gathered people had remained, some because they felt inspired by the iceling’s words, and others with suspicion, looking to probe and prod this new development and see what they’d discover.
Aside from the Bardock and Vegeta, Cooler also noticed a Cirilian among, noting that he was the only member of the heaters who showed up, and that what he’d read about his aptitudes as a scout and sniper were rather accurate, and impressive. He would be very useful, for reconnaissance and spying on the heaters, should he be convinced to become an ally.
He likewise took note of Bardock’s ally, a tall and rather bulky saiyan, whose long and spiky hair reached almost all the way to the ground, like massive, messy mane; a saiyan who, unlike his often compulsive brethren, had the aura of a… schor about him; like a well read young man, who was always studious; but who’s war torn life had earned him scars, toughening him as he remained vigint and patient all throughout, examining the “scene”, as it were, and the participants about as thoroughly as Cooler himself. He could tell the saiyan, as with all of them, had the lust for battle deep within him, yet… whenever he saw Raditz look outside the window of his ship, whenever he had a moment of perceived privacy, he sighed aloud, loosening his muscles and gazing through the stars, yearning for something more. Was it knowledge? Was it to find this… what was it he’d heard… this younger brother, who was lost during an ambush?
Who knows, perhaps Cooler could give him access to some of his libraries. Maybe help with finding the long lost little monkey. Make the saiyans trust him, and all that. Who knows, maybe even engage in actual worthwhile conversation, should the long haired… or indeed, whomever of them, actually prove worthy of it.
“My, my… what have here, Cooler darlin’?”
A deep, yet deviously pyful voice suddenly echoed in Cooler’s years, as he almost fell asleep upon his chair, pondering the day’s events, and many other things.
The iceling’s posture briefly jolted from the sudden stimuli, before rolling his tired eyes and once more resting his head upon his palm.
“You really pick the worst of moments to pop up, now don’t you, angel?”
The tall figure ughed, floating aloft the ground and letting the light py on his blue skin, and upraised, white hair, as he gleefully spun his staff around its axis, in between his fingers.
“Oh, hahaha! I do, don’t I? Perhaps I should take some cues from you? Wouldn’t you say?” He leaned in closed, almost pressing his cheek against the icelings with an almost flirty smirk, to which Cooler responded with a scowl of annoyance, pnting his palm on the angel’s face and firmly pushing him away, much to the blue one’s amusement.
“If you’d have kissed me again, I’d have thrown in a couple kicks, in addition to the usual punch.”
“Oh, hahaha! As if I even feel your… uh… feeble thrusts.”
“Spare me your petty insults, little angel. They’re all so predictable and boring.”
“Ah, you’re no fun when you’re tired, little ice boy.” Smiling to himself, Whis wrapped one of his long arms around Cooler’s shoulder, sitting on the site of the rge chair and leaning on the iceling, speaking his ear in pyful, almost sultry tones. “But, if you ever want to liven up… I could very well be your daddy.”
“Fuck! You!” Cooler rolled his eyes, raising his tone and likewise his arm, shooting a beam of energy, straight towards the angel’s face, which he effortlessly dodged, soon starting to ugh.
“Oh, hahaha! Touched a nerve, did I? All right, fine, darlin’. I guess that’s enough teasing… for now.”
“Well, my sleep is very much gone now, so I may as well pose the question… where’s the cat?” He said, in a mocking tone.
“Oh, he’s gone to have a snooze. You know how he is.” Whis chuckled to himself, his expression turning somber for a brief moment, letting out a sigh, before lightening up once more and leaning towards Cooler, once again. “Which brings me to the reason for this visit, you see. Do you want a spot, as a… potential successor?”
Cooler perked up, blinking swiftly in a brief fit of confusion, soon to recompose himself and turn his head towards the angel, with a snarl.
“All right, Whis. What’s the catch?”
“Ooh, you want to catch?”
“No! Go fuck yourself! Go and fuck your wretched feline friend, if you are into that.”
“Oh, that is insulting, Cooler darlin’! You know I prefer women. I meant, are you willing to catch this opportunity and seize it by the balls, or would you rather have it slip away, akin to a cum drenched…”
Cooler growled, thrusting a punch in Whis’ direction, as he rose up from his chair, the angel easily dodging his blow and ughing rather mischeviously, upon watching Cooler leave the room.
“Good bye, angel. If you seek to waste your breath on inane and infantile musings, then go and bother someone else.”
“Look, Cooler…” Suddenly, the iceling felt his wrist grabbed rather tightly, by the angel, and as he turned around to strike Whis once again, his gnce arrived upon a rather somber, solemn gnce from the blue skinned one. “I meant what I said.”
Cooler clenched his fist, ready to strike in case another joke or infantile innuendo would leave his lips. “Which part?”
“I saw how you operate, over the years. How you think and what actually motivates you. It is impressive how you’ve managed to bring all these barbaric creatures, to some form or sembnce of cohesion, without relying on violence or coercion… and, besides that… I tire of that filthy feline’s ziness and apathy. I am bored as fuck. I have nobody to talk to. Perhaps it’s because I want to have a pertinent partner. Maybe I want to have a friend. Who knows? Perhaps both, and likely other reasons, but either way… I meant what I said. I want you, as Beerus’ successor. Will you consider it?”
Cooler scoffed at first, but after seeing the apparent hope and yearning in the angel’s eyes, he considered the possibility that he was actually being honest about it.
“I’ll… think about it.”
“That is all I ask.” Whis sighed in relief, before once more reassuming his pyful, whimsical demeanor. “Well, Cooler darlin’. Until next we meet, then. Toodleloo.”
With that, the angel left, leaving Cooler with more things to ponder.
And that’s where we’ll be leaving this story, for right now.
Anyways, among other things…
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Anyways, among other things...
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any "higher cim" to anyone's lives, than whoever's living those lives.
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc...
Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things...
Always question everythingThe more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know
Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin' what, etc.
WAHUURFIII
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Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/
True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/
Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-svery/
Exposing "virology", "germ theory" and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/
Exposing and retaliating against "israel" and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/
Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/
Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-svery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/
Anyway, among other things...
“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.
Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, care and love, imagination, courage, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond... among other things...
HARAGUURFIII WARAHUURFIII WAHUURFIII
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