The Kidnapping: The Beginning of a Nightmare
Xicor, Rigor, and Caelix had just completed a critical mission—slaying the last of a cult trying to resurrect Frieza in a dimension parallel to theirs. Exhausted and unwinding, they were lounging around in their ship, The Plot Device, when everything suddenly went black.The hum of the ship's engine cut off. A vortex of cold energy swallowed the ship whole, and in an instant, they found themselves in a freezing, mechanical fortress.
Xicor: *"Did we get hit with another 'space taco'?"
Rigor stretches and casually cracks his knuckles. He's usually the calm one, but even he couldn't ignore the cold feeling creeping into his bones.They had been kidnapped—but by who?
They woke up in a cold, obsidian-walled prison chamber, held in place by energy dampeners. In the center of the room, a familiar, chilling figure stood—Cooler, now clad in a more mechanical form. His once organic body had been replaced by a sleek, cybernetic exoskeleton, but his cruel smile remained the same.
Cooler: "Ah, the famous Xicor, Rigor, and Caelix. I've heard of your little 'adventures.' But I think it's time for you to join something… greater."
Caelix shot Xicor a wary glance. "What is this, another evil overlord trying to recruit us?"
Cooler: "Precisely. You've got talent. But unlike Frieza, I actually know how to lead an empire. Join me, and I'll make you part of the Frost Dynasty."
The trio immediately exchanged glances.
Rigor: "Nope. Not happening."Xicor: "Cooler, we're not in the mood for your 'join my evil empire' shtick. We've already been through this with Frieza."
Cooler let out a cold laugh.
Cooler: "You have no choice in the matter. You're going to be part of my army… or you're going to die. Simple as that."
Before they could react, the walls of the cell opened up to reveal a vast, arena-like battlefield—the Gladiator Pits of the Frost Empire.
Xicor: "Okay, this looks like an anime filler episode, but fine. Let's do it."
They were thrown into combat with other prisoners—merciless warriors and beings from across the universe, each hoping for a chance at survival. But the true challenge wasn't just surviving; it was the fearsome rivals they would encounter next.
Caelix: "Is this how it ends? Fighting in another dictator's arena?"
Rigor: "I don't know. But we're not losing."
In the midst of the battle, Cooler grinned, watching his new prisoners and potential soldiers in action. But then, his attention shifted. A portal ripped open, and two legendary Saiyan warriors appeared on the battlefield.
Meet Turles and Lord Slug: Old Rivals, New Allies
The air crackled as two towering figures descended onto the arena floor: Turles, the leader of the Tuffle-hating Saiyan pirate faction, and Lord Slug, the Namekian tyrant who had once tried to take over the Earth. These two were Cold's greatest weapons, and they had a history with Xicor and Rigor that would make the fight even more personal.
Turles (grinning): "Well, if it isn't the kid who nearly stopped me on Planet Vegeta. You're still alive?"
Lord Slug (with a mocking sneer): "The son of that embarrassment? I see you've managed to make some waves."
Xicor's eyes glowed, his aura flaring in irritation.
Xicor: "No one asked for your commentary, guys. Just stay out of my way."
Rigor, ever the strategist, quickly noticed something odd. Despite their animosity, Turles and Lord Slug weren't here for a fight. They were aligned with Cooler—whether by force or choice. They were here for the Frost Empire's goal, which remained unclear.
Cooler, having had enough of the taunting, announced the "Team Trials". A fight unlike any other was about to begin: Xicor, Rigor, and Caelix had been forced into a team with Turles and Lord Slug to combat a larger threat—the resurrected Frieza Force, led by Frieza's Elite Guard.
Cooler: "You think you can fight back? You'll need to work together. If you survive this intergalactic tournament, I'll reward you with whatever you want. If not… well, the scrap heap awaits."
Xicor clenched his fist, a dangerous glint in his eye.
Xicor: "Fine. If this is a game, let's play it. But I'm not going down easy, Cooler. And I'm definitely not your lackey."
Meanwhile, Caelix and Rigor exchanged a look that said everything: this was personal.
The Intergalactic Tournament: Phase 1
The gladiators were thrown into the next round: a fight against Frieza's Elite. These warriors had been genetically modified, more powerful than ever, and with technology that could put any universe-shattering villain to shame. It was Frieza's revenge.
The arena warped around them, and the battlefield transformed into an infinite void, no rules, no time limit.Xicor powered up first, his Sword of Hope glowing like a cosmic laser, and charged at the Elite Guards, who were led by Chilled, the distant relative of Frieza. With one slash, Xicor cleaved through Chilled's armor, only for him to regenerate instantly.
Chilled (laughing): "You think you can beat me with that?"
But before he could recover, Rigor appeared from the shadows, his speed and agility far outclassing his opponents. A few well-placed strikes knocked out one of the guards with ease. However, the true test came when Lord Slug and Turles joined in.
Lord Slug: "I don't need your help, Saiyan. Stay out of my way."Turles (rolling his eyes): "You were always a stickler, Slug. No wonder you couldn't take the Earth. I'll finish this."
Just as the battle seemed won, Cooler unleashed his final trump card. He activated the Cosmic Artifact, The Chill Halo, a device capable of suppressing the fighters' energy to near-zero levels. The team's battle prowess was crippled.
But that wasn't the only shock. Frieza, having secretly orchestrated this entire scheme, revealed his own betrayal—not only was he a part of Cooler's plans, but he also wanted to force the Saiyans into servitude to serve his empire across the cosmos.
Frieza: "Cooler was always an idiot. I only wanted to kill you all for good."
Xicor's eyes flickered with intense rage.
Xicor: "No one betrays me... no one!"
To Be Continued...
As the Final Battle begins, the team must now face Frieza and Cooler—two of the deadliest forces in the universe—and their own dark fate. Will Xicor and his ragtag team survive the turmoil? Or will they become another tool in Cooler's Frost Empire?
The real war is just beginning.
What's Next?
Xicor's training: Will he learn to tap into even greater powers?
The betrayal of Turles and Lord Slug: Will they remain loyal? Or is there more than meets the eye?
Frieza's final revenge: The last remnant of the Cold Dynasty takes on Xicor and the team.
Get ready for Chapter 9, where alliances will break, and the galaxy will tremble.