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If you ever disrespect me and I was calm about it dont trust me

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Finally, I get some time off.

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Cooler i scribbled out and rendered

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anonymous ask: you're such a simp for cooler lol

I sure am.

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New render method

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@viopolis asked: ⚔️ you know I gotta throw Kelvaan at him

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Battle intro: "Heh. I knew it was only a matter of time before you and your rebellion made their move against me. Unfortunately for you, my dear Kelvaan, it will be a move you will regret making."

Victory: "It's a shame you chose this path, Kelvaan. As like-minded men, we could have made a formidable alliance. Alas, it was not to be. But nevertheless, your death will serve as a warning to all who oppose my family's reign."

Defeat: "You traitor. You may kill me...but you will bring the wrath of Arcos upon your head..."

Assist: "I will assist you only this once. But as a leader, you should learn to stand on your own two feet."

Taunt: "Come now! Surely, you have more power than this? Or is your feeble body incapable of pushing beyond your current state?"

Reacting to Taunt: "Don't act so noble. I know of the cutthroat ambition that hides behind your sanctimonious facade."

Tie: "It seems our battle has ended in a stalemate. Savor this moment, Kelvaan. For the next time we meet, it won't end so favorably for you."

Perfect Victory: "Do you think yourself a martyr, Kelvaan? That by dying in a hopeless battle, you will have achieved something meaningful? Don't be naive! All you've done is shown your worthless coalition just how hopeless your cause truly is against the might of the Cold Clan."

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@sleepytv asked: ⚔️ VS One angry farmer (Deciding if she should join the Cooler force by testing his strength, of course) - anemcia

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Battle intro: "Ah. So, you wish to join the Cooler Forces, Honeydew? How unexpected...very well, then. I shall test your capabilities to see if you have what it takes to serve my Empire."

Victory: "An expected outcome, but nevertheless, you have proven your tenacity and valor. I believe there is a place for you in my army."

Defeat: "Impossible! I, the Emperor of the Universe, felled by an Earthling?!"

Assist: "Keep your guard up, farmer. I won't always be around to save you."

Taunt: "If this is the best you can do, then perhaps you're better off remaining a simple farmer."

Reacting to Taunt: "Confident, are we? We'll see how long that bravado lasts you, Earthling."

Tie: "Remarkable. To think, an Earthling of all things could match the strength of an Arcosian. Might I offer you a position in the Armored Squadron?"

Perfect Victory: "Is that it? All that boasting, and nothing to show for it? How disappointing. You're not worthy of joining the Cooler Forces...in fact, you're not even worth killing. Go run back home to your farm."

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I'm trying to debate with myself if Cooler, while he's on Earth, would recruit any humans into his army. I can't imagine he would have them in combative roles considering how a majority of Earth is weak and ignorant of ki. But, Cooler is the type to gather intel, and what better to provide any information about the on-goings of Earth than actual Earthlings?

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          First it had been Kitrus, a soldier who had loyally served the Planet Trade Organization for decades. And then, it had been Tarrat, a commanding officer in King Cold’s inner circle who had reaped the benefits of his lord’s favoritism. And now, if the note found amongst Tarrat’s belongings was to be believed, this futile rebellion had managed to sink their disgusting claws into Arcos. There were traitors within Cooler’s home planet, scheming to overthrow his glorious clan from their rightful place in the universe. The Arcosian felt a rage bubbling beneath his otherwise stoic demeanor, his scarlet eyes affixed to the display image as it scanned the found missive for any particular clues.

          “How is the investigation coming along, Salza?” The Prince inquired to his Captain, whose fingers moved deftly along the keyboard, his amber irises examining the close-up imagining of the letter with calculative precision. “Were you able to discover anything further?”

          “Not too much, Lord Cooler. Whoever wrote this letter left very little evidence behind. There is no fingerprints found aside from Tarrat’s, suggesting that our mysterious rebel was wearing gloves,” Salza theorized, the computer making little beeping noises as it recorded the letter’s writing pattern. “I had our soldiers dust for any skin flakes or hair. But there simply isn’t enough that can be used to compare for DNA, or even to narrow down the search through our species database.” The blond commander furrowed his brow, pausing from his typing for a moment. “However, the computer was able to confirm that the paper trail’s origin is from that of Arcos. The parchment is not made from wood, but rather skin of a livyatan calf.”

          Livyathan, the monstrous sea creatures that dwelled within the icy seas of Arcos. While not the only aquatic life that dwelt beneath the planet’s oceans, the beasts were massive and ferocious in nature. Once, they had even been regarded as demonic monstrosities back in ancient times, but with the Arcosian species strength having evolved from enduring the harsh climate and violent wildlife, such creatures no longer inspired fear as they once did for their ancestors. Now, they were hunted for food and resources, though there were laws in place to make certain they were not driven into extinction.

          However, parchment made from livyathan calf was regularly used by the upper class Arcosians due to its fine quality. Cooler brought his hand to his chin, his alabaster brow furrowing in contemplation. “First the Ancient Arcosian language, and now the letter was made of material that only the most privileged of Arcos could obtain…” he mused thoughtfully, his obsidian lips curling in disdain. “It appears that this “Z” may be a member of the Arcosian royal court, or closely aligned with them. How disgraceful.”

          “Indeed, my lord,” Salza nodded as the door opened with a mechanical hiss. Neiz and Dore stepped into the room, having returned from their training session. They bowed to Cooler, before joining into the conversation. “We will need to gather more evidence at the royal gathering. I’ve had our computer analyze and record the writing of the letter. Perhaps if there is an opportunity, we could search the guestbook for any signatures potentially matching to the letter’s writing style?”

          “Certainly, but do take into consideration that there could also be forgery afoot. If you find any matches, file the name away for further investigation. We cannot afford to falsely accuse an Arcosian noble, lest we insult their honor and shame my family,” the tyrant instructed solemnly, to which Salza nodded in agreement. The eldest Cold son brought his hand down from his jaw and folded his arms across his chest, giving Dore and Neiz a regarding nod, before addressing all three. “As you know, I have been invited to the celebratory party for my father’s continued reign upon Arcos. I know for certain that my family will bring their top enforcers as well, so it won’t be considered an oddity if I bring both Armored Squadrons along with me. Invitations have already been provided for the younger members. We will take this opportunity to investigate the matter with caution and stealth. We cannot alert the traitor of our intentions and scare them away.”

          “Stealth, eh?” Dore remarked with a grin, giving a booming chuckle. “Sounds like Salza and Isa would be perfect for that bit. But the rest of us? Ain’t exactly the sneakiest of soldiers.”

          “I can be stealthy!” Neiz disagreed with a pointed look, narrowing his large eyes at the Beppan. “It’s just you we’ll need to worry about. You can’t shut up if your life depended on it.”

          “What can I say? I like the sound of my own voice,” Dore agreed cheerfully, prompting Neiz to roll his eyes. “Also, I like how you didn’t defend any of the newbies. It’s cause you know I’m right, yeah?”

          Cooler interrupted the two before they could banter further, clearing his throat to regain their attention. “Ketch, Plum and Mariko will be learning the art of diplomacy and subterfuge. Additionally, they aren’t Arcosian, so they will be looked upon with more scrutiny and intrigue by the court. We cannot have them wander as they like within the Arcosian palace, even if they are under my command,” he explained rationally, drumming his fingers over his right arm. “Isa will have the best chance to investigate in more depth if need be. The three of them will linger in court, listening to gossip and watching for any suspicious activity.”

          “And what of us, Lord Cooler?” Salza inquired curiously.

          “You will act similarly to the second Armored Squadron. Listen for any information that may be of value and watch for any suspicious activity. In addition, investigate my father and brother’s soldiers should any arrive as well. Freeza will likely have brought the Ginyu Force, and perhaps even Zarbon and Dodoria, and I’m almost certain my father will bring his inner circle as well,” the Prince remarked, his lips thinning at the thought of seeing his father’s inner circle and knowing any of them could be potential traitors. “Salza, if you have the opportunity to comb through the signatures, do so. Record what you can for comparison on the scouter.”

          “As you say, Lord Cooler.”

          “Excellent. Now, we must prepare for the party. Be sure to assist Ketch, Plum and Mariko in Arcosian etiquette and dress code. We will land in the capital city within three days. We must prepare them for their mission,” Cooler asserted gravely, receiving nods from his most trusted men that they understood the gravity of the situation. He allowed himself to ease only slightly, trusting his best soldiers to perform admirably as they always do, but his simmering wrath regarding the situation kept the Arcosian tense. The plan was simple enough, merely an investigation matter, but it was far more than a simplistic mission. This was a mission where nothing was allowed to go wrong. It required everyone to perform at their best.

          “Once you inform the secondary Armored Squadron of their objectives, advise Mariko to meet with me in the throne room. I wish to speak with her.”

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Just like Cooler had promised, no mission followed for the next couple of weeks. When the recruits told Plum about their promotion, the young soldier was so excited his monitor stared beeping furiously, and the four of them earned a good scolding from Dr. Aioli, who pushed them out of the infirmary without too many compliments. It took the Durian a good couple of days to get out of the infirmary. According to Ketch, Plum had it pretty bad during the battle, and really was an unsung hero from the mission on Zalt, dealing with more than ten soldiers at once.

“We need to celebrate him, then,” Mariko suggested. “In fact, we need to celebrate us all!”

So, after one of their usual strenuous trainings, she approached Neiz asking if she could throw a small party for her friends. The Zaltian seemed a bit surprised at the request, but once Mariko explained her reasons, the alien smiled.

“Leave it to me,” he said. “I’ll talk to Lord Cooler and se what I can do. As a personal favor for saving my dear cousin.”

The day after, Neiz gave the recruits a tablet and a pen during breakfast, asking them to list their favourite foods from their home planet. That same night, when they walked to the cafeteria for dinner, a triumph of dumplings, pizza, and other stuff Mariko had never seen waited for them on the table, along with a bottle of what she recognised as prosecco. 

“All provided by Lord Cooler’s generosity, and cooked by me,” Neiz explained, grinning at the young soldiers’ amazed look. “You have until midnight to enjoy, but remember to clean up once you’re done.”

He was about to leave them to their feast, when the recruits insisted for their mentors to join them; five minutes after, Dore, Salza and Neiz were sitting around the table with the four of them, eating, drinking, and sharing tales of war with their pupils. All except Cooler, obviously.

After glancing over her shoulder for a few times to see if he would show up, Mariko leaned towards Salza and tapped his shoulder. “Isn’t Cooler– Isn’t Lord Cooler going to join us?” Mariko asked in a whisper.

Salza glanced at her, then shook his head. “Lord Cooler does not eat with his soldiers,” he explained. “Except under special circumstances.”

Mariko nodded. “I understand,” she murmured, going back to her dumplings. And yet, seeing all her friends with their respective mentor, a part of her did not understand at all why she had to be the neglected one.

That same bitter feeling stuck with her for the following days. Salza’s answer had been pretty self-explanatory: Cooler was a noble, and nobles do not eat with their subordinates. Yet, Mariko couldn’t help but wonder if something else had to do with Cooler’s absence during the party. And one supposition started to make its way in her mind the more she got to spend time with Isa.

The young Arcosian was elated ever since she had been appointed as the first in command for the new platoon of the Armored Squadron. She literaly would not stop talking about it whenever she and Mariko were alone. 

“I can’t wait to tell my parents about it,” she laughed, clapping her hands with excitement. “No one in my family has ever received a decoration from the Arcosian royal family at my age. I bet my sisters will literally burn of jealousy – so much for going after Frieza. That’ll teach them.”

Mariko didn’t answer, only stretching her lips and giving Isa a vague nod. Whenever she acted like that, Isa reminded Mariko of her old high school classmates back on Earth: each accomplishment was something to slap into other people’s face, a step to climb over everyone else’s heads when everyone else was seen as competition. It was a toxic mindset Mariko had been swallowed by when she used to go to school, but she had managed to leave it behind when she finally moved to Conton. It was hard to compare herself to others when everyone else was so drastically different, both in their stories and their skills. Conton had been a breath of fresh air in that regard; but now, hearing Isa comparing herself to all the other young Arcosians she knew every single day, the embers of Mariko’s competitiveness were starting to burn again under the ashes, and she didn’t like it.

As a result, she tried to spend more time with Ketch and Plum. The latter was also beaming since the promotion, but in a whole different way: he kept telling Mariko how much that occasion meant for his family, a chance to redeem his poor planet, to raise his loved ones from the dust of poverty. 

“Ketch and Isa probably never had to share their plate with five younger brothers,” he said, sharing an understanding look with her. Mariko had the feeling Plum saw her as some kind of underdog too, and she didn’t have the heart to admit she came from one of the wealthiest families in Central City. So, just like with Isa, she ended up nodding and smiling, without the courage to open her heart to her worries when in his presence.

Ketch was the one Mariko felt most at ease around. Maybe because he, too, knew what it meant to feel the weight of his family’s expectations on his shoulders. Once, when they stayed in the training room for longer than Isa and Plum, Ketch confessed her that his parents hadn’t written to him since they were told about the accident in the tavern, back on Brassica. 

“How did they know?” Mariko asked him, confused. Ketch answered with a shrug.

“People gossip, even more when they are rich and have nothing to do,” he said. “If only they knew what we witness on these missions out here…”

Mariko knew he was referring to Tarrat’s suicide. That was another thing they had in common; after all, she had witnessed Kitrus being brutally hit by Cooler when she handed him to the prince herself, and she often wondered if the old rebel was still alive. Sometimes she realised she preferred not to know. 

“Well, you’ll show them what you’ve got, I am sure,” she answered. Then smiled: “You’ll show them and Isa, too.” 

She wasn’t sure Ketch’s face could turn any redder than that, but clearly she was wrong.

However, the more she spent time with Ketch and Plum, the more Mariko realised Isa was subtly avoiding them. She was certain of that when one evening, after dinner, Isa had asked Mariko to go back to the dorms with her instead of staying a bit longer in the cafeteria to play chess with the guys. As soon as they walked out of the room, Isa addressed her in a severe tone.

“You shouldn’t act so friendly around them,” she said. “You’re a second in command, now, remember?”

“What are you talking about?” Mariko frowned. “It’s Plum and Ketch.”

“Hierarchy is important in a squadron,” Isa sighed, shaking her head. “How can you expect them to follow your orders when you act so familiar with them?”

“Well, maybe they’ll do it because they trust me,” Mariko pointed out, “and maybe they will trust me because we’re friends.”

Isa had answered with a smile full of pity. “Maybe,” she had said, but that maybe held all the doubts of the universe. “But you should trust me as well. I am your friend too. And I am also your leader after all, remember?” And with that she had left, leaving Mariko speechless as she walked back to the dorms.

Since that night, Mariko started wondering if Cooler wasn’t disappointed in her too. It would have made sense for an Arcosian prince to expect his appointed recruit to become a leader, not just a second in command; maybe that was why he hadn’t showed up at the party, after all. 

The truth was that Mariko didn’t feel like a second in command – she didn’t feel like commanding at all. She liked when Isa, Plum, Ketch and her worked together because of mutual trust, and the only obedience that equated them was the one towards Cooler and the Armored Squadron. Their friendship was the only thing that made her feel less lonely on that gigantic metal fresbee lost in the middle of the universe. Maybe Cooler had guessed her dissatisfaction, maybe he deemed her ungrateful. After all, she hadn’t rejoiced for her own title yet, not even once after the party. The truth was that, to Mariko’s heart, nothing else existed but earning a first place – but not out of competition. She needed to prove herself she could be the best one ever. Second best meant nothing to her pride.

After the fifteenth day since their mission on Zalt, Isa seemed to grow somewhat distracted. Both during their trainings and the lessons with Salza, her pink eyes kept running to the portholes, staring at the stars with a confused look. One day, during lunch, she finally spoke out her thoughts.

“I know those constellations,” she said, nodding at the window. “We’re heading home.”

“Home?” Mariko asked.

“Well, Arcos.” Isa frowned, letting out a murmur. “I suppose it’s because of the King’s celebration.”

“What celebration?” Mariko asked again, feeling like an idiot for being the only one with questions at the table; even more so when Isa gave her an impatient look.

“Where have you lived until now?” She huffed. “King Cold organises a party every ten years since his reign.”

“This should be his twenty-fith, if I remember well,” Ketch commented.

Isa nodded and Mariko’s eyes went wide. Did that make it… Two-hundred and fifty years of reign? She knew Arcosians’ life span was long, but hearing it like that was a whole other thing. How old was even Cooler, then?

“I imagine Lord Cooler will attend,” Plum said, glancing at the porthole in turn.

“Most certainly. He makes sure to never miss family events,” Isa answered.

“I guess we’ll have to guard him during the celebration, then,” Mariko shrugged. “Keeping an eye on the party, stuff like that.”

“Perhaps,” Isa supposed, “although that’s usually a task for lesser soldiers.”

“Oh.” Mariko grinned. “Well, then maybe we are going to be invited to the party instead!”

Much to her surprise, Isa bursted into a laugh, and Ketch snickered too. Plum kept his eyes low on the plate, his cheeks darkening for the embarrassment.

“Are you for real?” Isa sighed, regaining some breath, “only the highest titles of Arcos and its kingdom are invited to these events!”

“But no worries, you guys won’t miss much,” Ketch commented, giving Plum a reassuring pat on the back. “These parties are just made of boring dances, cold food and lots of wine. Well, the wine part is nice, actually,” he admitted, scratching his chin. “We’ll save you guys a bottle or two, promised.”

Plum answered with a shy smile, but Mariko’s eyebrows knitted with a frown. Ever since Cooler had elected them as the second platoon of his Armored Squadron, she felt the four of them were progressively growing apart. Sure, there had always been certain differences among them, but they were never as noticeable as they were getting during those days, she thought, seeing Isa and Ketch still chuckling for her previous comment.

So it was with huge relief, as well as a good dose of satisfaction, that she opened the envelope placed on the table in front of her seat on the day after, identical to the one of her three comrades. Inside, written with red ink, the letter said:

With this missive, the Arcosian Royal family requests the presence of Miss Mariko from Earth, second in command of Lord Cooler’s Young Armored Squadron, at the celebration for the twenty-fifth decennial of King Cold’s reign. Guests are required to dress according to the Arcosian color etiquette.

Sincerely,

Lord Cooler

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@cursetopia2 asked: i feel like you're taller than king cold in your advanced form. are you? both of you are huge!

"You would be incorrect," Cooler remarked, an amused inflection in his deep tone. He folded his muscular arms, recalling his father's grandiose presence amongst their people, and how easily he dwarfed them all. No one on Arcos could match his height, and the Princes often wondered if that was due to his mutation. "My father is the tallest among our people. Even with my transformation, I would speculate that he's still around a head taller than me... heh, not even Freeza's second transformation has hope of meeting our father's extraordinary height."

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@long-haired-hottie asked: What are Cooler's thoughts on Saiyans? Are they just barbarians his father lifted from the stones to do his dirty work? Does he agree with Frieza's attempts to completely eradicate them? Does he hope to see a resurgence so he can make use of them in a less overt way?

Initially, when I first started with Cooler, I kind of made him an amalgamation of characteristics from not only the movies, but other forms of media such as the videogames, which did end up exaggerating his hatred for Saiyans to be on par with Freeza. Much as I disliked the exaggeration because it felt too closely aligned with Freeza's personality, I attempted to spin it in a different way: that if Cold had given the Saiyans to Cooler, he would have killed them instantly rather than let them linger for a few years of servitude due to seeing them as a threat to his family's empire. That he recalled the words of warning from his ancestor Chilled, and that rather than risk their threat, he would have eliminated them right away despite their potential. And to him, they do have plenty of potential to be sufficient soldiers and generals for the Cold Empire due to their combat experience. But Cooler, in my mind, is pragmatic. He does not toy with his enemies and will kill anyone he deems a threat. If his ancestor, who was killed by a Saiyan, deemed them dangerous, then he was going to treat them as such and eliminate them.

But then the Dragon Ball Heroes anime and manga came out and showed that Cooler could have a decent enough partnership with Saiyans if he saw the benefit in it. And then XenoVerse 2 came out and if a Saiyan sides with him in the power struggle against Freeza, Cooler tells them they can go ahead and repopulate their race and will leave their planet alone. And then Dragon Ball FighterZ came out and in a team quote with Bardock he states that he was more than willing to let Bardock get his revenge against Freeza (despite the fact that Freeza losing at all is the reason he goes after Goku!).

Let me tell you, my brain broke because it was getting a bit more troublesome to find a middle-ground with all forms of characterization for Cooler given all the inconsistencies. Which is mainly my fault for even trying, but considering how little content we have of him, I was trying to work with what I had. I was tempted not to tweak anything further out of spite.

However, I did end up tweaking some things with Cooler's feelings in regards to the Saiyans. Not just because of the aforementioned examples above, but also because of @risingsouls since Cooler and Turles ended up developing a partnership in universal conquest as a means of overthrowing Freeza, and I really enjoy their dynamic. I think Cooler still deems the Saiyans as a threat overall and loses no sleep in their eradication, but he can be made to see reason if there is an advantage in keeping certain survivors around. He's ruthlessly pragmatic, but that doesn't always mean violence as he can see sparing others as potentially beneficial for himself and his empire. But if he can't, he'll simply exterminate them.

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@saiyanandproud asked: // So Froza was the one who descended from the previous branches of the Royal Arcosians, while Cold was a noble? And considering the funeral practices on Arcos, was Froza cremated or was she frozen and hidden away in a different area than the one where the rest of the Cold family is buried?

Cremated, and her ashes were unceremoniously scattered into the wind. All her portraits were burned, and any positive records of her were likewise destroyed to eliminate her influence and to serve as a warning of what would happen if anyone dared to stand against King Cold and his new regime. There is quite literally nothing left of Froza in any capacity, as though she had never existed in the first place despite being the lawful Queen of Arcos. Cold and his allies saw to it that she was very much made an "unperson" in their society.

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@theherothestars asked: "Cooler then Freeza? You must be ICE Cold."

"No, that would be my father."

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