Gohan flew through the air at supersonic speeds. For any normal mortal, the pressure from the air friction at these speeds would have torn them to shreds; However, Gohan was far from normal. Coated in his Beast mode aura, the boy barely felt the crisp warm air, even at speeds well over a thousand miles an hour.

Consciously Gohan wasn't even sure where he was going in this mindless state, being driven by raw instinct alone. But the instincts of a saiyan, especially a hybrid with unparalleled potential, were effectual beyond comparison. Though the boy didn't fully understand the situation, he knew his dad was in trouble. That was enough for his warrior's subconscious to lead him straight to one of Frieza's spaceships…

With Cooler somewhere on Namek..

"Damn it all.." The eldest son of King Cold sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He rubbed his tired eyes. How long had it been since he'd had any sleep? At least a few weeks. He was so tempted just to go up the ship's ramp right now and find the nearest bed. But he had to make sure he finished his work here first..

His species was extremely resilient, of course. The Arcrosians naturally had no choice but to evolve rapidly in order to be able to survive the harsh conditions of their homeworld. The royal bloodline of the ancient Arcrosioan, lord Chilled, was especially prodigious. For over seven generations now, Cooler's family had ruled the known universe and expanded their empire.

Today they effectively ruled over 45% of the entire known universe with most of their territory being in the south galaxy, closest to their home planet. The North galaxy by contrast, was on the opposite side of the cosmos and it was there that they had made the least amount of progress over the last 1000 years. But recently that trope has been changing drastically.

For all the King's faults, Cooler would never in a million years question his father's power and sheer willpower.

It was he who found the home planet of the saiyan race and he alone who conquered them. Like the rest of the Arcrosians, Cold had grown up hearing horror stories at bedtime about the monstrosity known as 'the legendary super saiyan.' It was for that reason that the majority of the northern galaxy had been relatively unexplored up until Cold's era.

However, King Cold possessed confidence and boldness unlike that of his predecessors. This was not without reason, as the man's power and success were unchallenged during his hundred and fifty years as ruler of the universe. Their bloodline was known for bring violent but none in history acted with the sort of ruthlessness and malice that he did.

With no hesitation he took a single fleet of 100 soldiers and flew to the North galaxy to subjugate the saiayns. The malevolent king had even waited until the saiyans were at their strangest to crush any hope of rebellion.

As the moon rose for the first time in over 100 years on planet Vegeta, the saiyan race in all their glory fell…

As a child, Cooler loved and respected him as any son of the empire's greatest hero would. He wanted nothing more than to follow in his father's footsteps and make him proud. But then..

"That wretched freak was born…" Cooler lamented, as he stared off into the horizon.

For twenty five years.. Cooler had worked hard to become the man his father expected him to be. His power and skill were phenomenal, just like his father's! His ascension to the throne seemed all but assured.

Unfortunately, with the birth of his baby brother all of the man's dreams had been shattered into a million pieces. The destiny that he had known so deeply in his heart was meant to be, had been ripped away.

Frieza's potential was unfathomable, even amongst their kind. Cooler had always been lacking in raw power but he more than made up for it by dedicating himself to working hard and enveloping his mind and skills. In contrast, frieza seemed to be the embodiment of natural talent and latent power.

The spoiled brat had never trained a day in his life and yet..

Cooler clenched his fists as he recalled each and every bitter defeat at his younger brother's hands. He had never won a single one of their spars. One could only imagine their father's shock.. and his disappointment in his eldest son.

From then on everything had changed. Cold began to dote on Frieza's every whim and need while slowly growing more detached and distant from what was once his favorite son. At first, Cooler didn't hate his younger brother…

Frieza came by his strength naturally and he had never been needlessly cruel or harmful during their spars while he was growing up. In fact he would always apologize and praise Cooler for his efforts, only for both of them to be scolded by their father and in some cases.. severely reprimanded.

Cooler always got it the worst. Intentionally to protect his little brother, he would antagonize their father and resist the punishment. For better or worse.. most of the time it worked.

But as Frieza grew older their father's influence corrupted the child's mind. There may have still been hope for the two brother's to have some semblance of a relationship, at least…

Unfortunately one faithful incident irrevocably changed their lives forever. The death of their mother, or to be more accurate.. her murder. The boys had both been extremely close with Tundra, who was a gentle and loving soul.

Each night before bed she would tuck them in, kissing and caressing the day's various stresses and wounds away. She would sing to them and tell them stories. Cooler loved hearing about his father's adventures while young Frieza could never get enough of the story of the scary super saiyans! And it was for this reason.. that Cold saw fit to kill the boys' mother in cold blood, right before their eyes.

When Frieza had come forth about his secretly having nightmares about the big bad super saiyans, Cold feared his wife's influence had gone too far. The rest, as they say, is history.

"It's time." The lizard-like being decided. "My preparations are as complete as they are ever going to be. Now I need to get back over to my brother and father…" He reached out with his senses, determining that the other two ships were nearly 3000 miles away, or roughly a ten minute flight in his ship at atmospheric speed limits. To go much faster than that risks damaging the ship. "Why the bloody hell did I park so far away?.." The man wondered out loud while shaking his head.

"I was paranoid... Being around father and brother always puts me on edge." He concluded.

Looking around him, nearly 1000 soldiers awaited his command. Frieza and his father had spread their forces all across the planet like overconfident fools. The soldiers were all but useless. Good for only one thing, in Cooler's opinion. Human meat shields.

He kept them around to guard and maintain the ship and that was all. Only his armored squadron held any semblance of meaning to him and they were down a member thanks to his idiotic kid brother.

Cooler brushed his hands together as if to clear off some grime and began to make his way inside the ship when a voice called from somewhere off to his left, "Are you finally taking me to that bastard, then?" Stopping dead, Cooler's eyes narrowed and he turned slightly with a look of annoyance.

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Sitting with his legs bound by ki draining metal was captain Ginyu. There was no need to bound his arms. They had been removed.

"Quiet curr!" Cooler scowled, decending the ship ramp once more. "By watching battle footage my little brother possessed, I studied over fifty battles. I know you have to use that stance to activate your ritual so I took your arms, and now you cannot perform your little body stealing ability. I'll give you to my brother as a new toy. It'll help soften the blow when I take the kingdom out from under him." He huffed.

Ginyu forced himself to his feet, a task which proved surprisingly difficult with his legs bound and no arms. "For the last time, Cooler! Listen to what I am saying!" Ginyu pleaded. "There is a hybrid child among the saiyans who is destined to rule or destroy us all."

Cooler looked at the man with narrowed eyes before shaking his head. "Out of all my brother's forces I always thought you were the most wise and logical of them, Captain Ginyu. But now I see you're just as mad as the rest of the heretics he leads. You're delusional. During the height of my father's reign, he kidnapped hundreds of saiyans who were deemed 'missing in action' and do you know what happened to them?" He asked rhetorically.

Not giving his captive time to answer he continued, "They were subjected to many crude experiments, not the least of which was selective cross breeding. In every single case the DNA from another species diluted the saiyan's genes and innate battle potential. Even Arcrosian DNA proved useless. Yet you expect me to believe the saiyans found the perfect strain of compatible genomes with some weaklings from a backwater planet in the Northern Galaxy? The weakest of all four quadrants? Preposterous." He scoffed.

"You're wrong." Ginyu said somberly. "The saiyans and the humans.. they have something we could never hope to understand! They have compassion! They will change this universe!"

Cooler disappeared and reappeared a moment later with his fist buried in Ginyu's gut. The purple man's eyes grew to the size of saucers from the pain.

Panting, he slumped over Cooler's arm and rested atop the Arcrosian's shoulder. As his consciousness began to fade, Ginyu fixed Cooler with a look of determination. "When you… See him.. You will understand.. and you will regret. Enlightenment.. is.. coming."

Cooler jumped back and let Ginyu's body impact the hard ground below. "Ha! They are nothing! After I prove my superiority and we wipe out the rest of the saiyans I'll head to this Earth you told me about and use their dragon balls. You can just stay there for now." The Arcrosian turned and began again up the ramp when a chorus of screams and shouts interrupted his musings.

"Now what in the hell is it?" He groaned in frustration.

Turning, he could only gawk in shock and confusion as rivers of blood rained from the sky. Body parts and energy blasts filled the air a moment later and the smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose. He sensed a massive powerlevel quickly tearing through the back of his ranks.

Pulling a scouter from out of… Somewhere, he pressed a button and began barking orders.

"Neiz! Salza! Go fix this shit immediately! God, what is with this fucking cursed planet?" He asked rhetorically, throwing up his hands in exasperation. "I need sleep.." The Arcrosian disappeared into his ship as the sounds of war and death drew ever closer.

Back with Gohan

Red was all he saw. A variable mixture of his rage and his enemies' blood filled his eyes. And if he were being honest with himself he loved every minute of it.

Drunk off of his slowly increasing power, Gohan continued mercilessly tearing through Cooler's portion of the Frieza force. With every punch a body was crushed. With every slash of his claws, another maimed. Various blasts of energy impacted the boy at any given time but his Aura negated a majority of the damage.

"What is that!?" One soldier shouted.

"A monster!" Another cried.

"We're the Arcrosian empire's most elite soldiers you cowards! We do not falter here! Chaaaar-Aaaagh!"

Gohan spat in disgust as he launched a ki blast that blew the raving heretic to pieces, causing gore matter to splatter across the young hybrid's face. Wiping it off, he swept his gaze across the terrified features of the invaders.

"Pitiful weaklings. I'll kill every last one of you!" He roared. The shockwave from his voice forced the soldiers backwards several meters.

Gohan was just about to continue his rampage when a powerful gloved fist impacted his cheek forcing him to twirl end over end through the air. With a grunt he threw out his arms and released a burst of semi-transparent ki, finally managing to stop himself. Shaking his head he looked up and snarled.

Where the boy had just been hovering was now a smirking salza. "Kukuku, did you really zink you'd gotten away? Kidz." The villain laughed shaking his head. "Zey need to know zere limitz. Now die, Ha!" The henchman yelled, as he thrust his right arm forward and released a small blast of energy from each of his fingertips.

Gohan's eyes widened in surprise and the explosion that followed blocked the boy's body from view for several seconds.

"You got em!" Neiz exclaimed. "Direct hit." The reptilian looking alien flashed an encouraging smile at his peer. However, as the smoke cleared they both gasped in shock and confusion.

"Where'z ze blazded body!" Salza cut his arm through the air in anger. Suddenly the monsterfied saiyan hybrid appeared before them both. His crimson eyes glinted with glee as he reared back his right fist. Salza yelped and quickly raised his powerlevel as high as he could while making an X in front of himself with his arms.

Gohan's punch flew through the air causing a sharp whistle and then a loud, sickening crunch rang out as it impacted Salza's arms and sent him careening away.

"Salza!" Neiz cried after his friend, spinning around horrified. "Are you alr-.." his breath hitched in his throat as he saw the state of his captain. Both of the blue skin, blonde haired man's arms were completely broken and bent inward. The armor around his chest and torso was shattered and flaking away. Blood dropped from his mouth and flowed freely from his head, but he was still very much alive.

"H-h-how..?" He muttered as best he could through the pain. His broken scouter fell from the side of his face down to the planet's surface below. "I've never met a Zaiyan.. wiff Zuch power.." It was all the man could do to remain floating in the air, huffing for breath and straining to maintain consciousness.

Neiz quickly pressed a button on his scouter and shouted in a panic, "Lord Cooler! Salza is hurt bad sire! We need-!"

"Focused Masenko drill.." came a whisper from behind the short and stout warrior. His eyes widened in pain and he looked down in shock as a potent, spiraling beam of energy tore its way through his chest. His smoking body fell and Gohan could be seen behind him with one arm raised.

Over the past two years Gohan's abilities had been hand-moulded in what was arguably the best possible scenario for someone with his unorthodox genealogy. He learned his father's control and skill, coupled with the saiyans' raw power and instinct, on top of Piccolo's focus and tactical genius making for truly a potent warrior. And this was not even to mention the scientific brain of the boy's mother.

He deduced early on in life that piercing attacks such as his drill, or krillin's destructo disk were the most effective when dealing with a single target. Hence he had created the focused masenko.

Gohan slowly drifted forward with a disturbing cross of murderous intent and ecstacy on his face. His lips turned upwards, revealing his sharpened canines. His crimson eyes narrowed. "M-merzy.." Salza muttered pathetically. Gohan paused and raised an eyebrow.

"Would you have shown the people of this planet mercy?" He asked simply.

Salza's eyes widened at the question and the implications behind it. "No wait! I can help you! I can-Ahhhg!" The henchman cried out, as Gohan formed a ball of energy in both hands before slamming them together and launching them at the man. He was vaporized in an instant.

"You already have." Gohan said with disdain, brushing some dirt off of his shoulder. He turned to fly towards the Frieza force space ship which had been his original target from the get go. One of the bosses had to be here and they had to know where his dad was. However just as he bent his knees and redirected his energy a voice cut through the air.

"You damn dirty saiyans killed my entire armored squadron! You'll pay for this scum!" Gohan gasped in surprise and turned to find a furious Cooler floating upward to greet him. "All I wanted was a little sleep and you!-.." Cooler paused, posture relaxing slightly and brow running upward in confusion. "You're just a child? What is this, some kind of joke?"

Gohan could sense this being's energy even through his irrational haze of rage. Not only that, but he could only remain in this state for so long before physical and mental exhaustion began to take effect. As it was, his energy levels were no longer rissng and would soon begin to slip. Even still he couldn't back down..

"The only joke here is you and your family of murders!" Gohan said with faux confidence. He expected his opponent to get angry and lash out, and indeed that may have been the case if he had been fighting Frieza rather than his older, more composed brother. Cooler on the other hand merely chuckled in response.

"You think your lot is any different boy? Your race slaughtered countless billions in service to my father. They went from planet to planet committing mass genocide Hahaha! The truth is the universe is safer without your race." The lizard-like being chastised.

Gohan's eyes widened and his face paled. "Liar!" He yelled, yet it was clear his response lacked conviction or confidence. He knew the saiyans had been ruthless and could blooded but.. mass genocide? He tried picturing his uncle casually slaughtering innocent people. Unfortunately, it wasn't hard to do.

"You think you're any different?" Cooler continued. "These soldiers had lives. Names. Families." He said with a gesture of his arm towards the havoc and destruction Gohan had caused.

There were trails of dismembered and disemboweled bodies. Trenches were carved into the beautiful planet's surface and ashes soaked in blood drifted from the sky.

Tears began to sting the corners of the boy's eyes as stark realization, doubt and finally guilt took root in his mind. "Shut up!" He yelled in frustration. His voice cracked and his Aura flared. "I'll kill youuuu!" He roared, bending his knees and launching forward. He raised one fist in front of him, intending to use it like a spear.

Cooler grinned. The boy's power and skill was great but he was blind with fury right now. His technique was sloppy and choreographed. "By all means try." He mumbled, crossing his arms and lazily holding his tail in front of him.

As Gohan drew close he screamed and threw all of his weight behind a mighty punch. "Haaaa!'

Cooler laughed mockingly and easily sidestepped the attack. He unfurled his arms and struck the boy in the back with his elbow as the young saiyan hybrid passed by.

"Gah!" Gohan tumbled through the air but eventually managed to spin around and halt himself. His vision flashed red as his anger exploded.

He raised his hands above his head and charged up all the power he could muster. "Final Masenko-Ha!" Roaring he unleashed a massive and potent beam of yellow energy.

"What!?" Cooler's eyes widened, having not expected such a powerful blast from the young child. There was a thunderous crash and an explosion that shook the surface beneath them. When the dust settled Cooler was nowhere to be seen. Gohan frantically looked around left and then right. Even in this state he knew that wouldn't be enough to beat his opponent.

Suddenly Cooler appeared in a flash step and buried his fist in the boy's gut. Gohan's eyes bulged with pain and spittle flew from his mouth. Instantly his aura dispersed and his features returned to normal as he lost consciousness. "You dropped your guard, boy. You have much to learn." Cooler lectured, catching the boy before he could hit the ground.

"So young.. No saiyan should possess such power.. No 9ne in the universe should. His potential rivals Frieza's.." Looking over at the unconscious Ginyu, the Arcrosian thought back to what he said. 'Once you see him you will understand.. and you will regret. Enlightenment.. is.. coming.'

"Enlightenment is coming.." Cooler repeated. "I cannot let my father and brother know about this boy."

End of chapter 51

Power levels

Turles: 2.5 million

Raditz: 3 million

Nappa: 1.5 million

Vegeta: 5 million

Gohan: 100k (Beast mode) 10 million (Final Masenko) 20 million

Cooler: 30 million