"You could put it that way. When the time comes that I need you, I'll bring you back to life."
Gran nodded.
"However, if you want me to resurrect you, you'll have to demonstrate enough value first."
"Wait!"
At last, Frieza spoke up.
From Gran's earlier words, it was clear that he was included in Gran's plans as well.
"What exactly counts as being valuable?"
Frieza stared directly at Gran.
"And another thing—you said you'll need us in the future. Tell me, what do you need us for?"
The man standing before them was a Candidate God of Destruction, a being whose power was unfathomably terrifying.
Compared to him, they were nothing more than mortals.
They weren't even worthy of being compared to a single strand of Gran's hair.
So how could they possibly be useful to someone like him?
Yet despite that, Gran had come looking for them.
At this point, even an idiot could tell that something wasn't right.
Cooler also perked up his ears.
He wanted to know what Gran intended to use them for.
"To become valuable, all you need to do is grow stronger."
Gran looked at the two brothers.
"As for what I need you for in the future, I can't tell you yet."
Frieza snorted coldly.
"Can't tell us? Then why should we listen to you?"
Bulma: "..."
Frieza certainly had guts.
To speak to Gran like that—wasn't he afraid of dying?
Gran fell silent.
Suddenly, he appeared right in front of Frieza.
The distance between them was less than ten centimeters.
Frieza jumped in shock.
Fear coursed through his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
"Frieza."
Gran's voice turned ice-cold.
The divine pressure of his godly dimension erupted instantly.
BOOM!!
In that moment, every soul throughout the Other World dropped to the ground.
Hanging nearby, Cooler felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him.
As expected of Lord Gran.
His power was truly terrifying.
"I-I'm here!"
Frieza swallowed hard and hurriedly answered.
"I'm not discussing this with you."
Gran reached out and grabbed Frieza by the head.
"I'm giving you an order."
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. Understand?"
"..."
Frieza felt as though his skull was about to be crushed.
This time, he didn't dare say another word.
"I understand!"
Grinding his teeth, Frieza lowered his head in humiliation.
Cooler, however, had a completely different reaction.
His eyes shone with fiery admiration.
Lord Gran was simply too domineering!
This was the bearing of a true supreme powerhouse!
"Of course, you don't need to worry."
Gran released his grip and returned to the ground.
"What I need you to do won't be dangerous."
"On the contrary, that opportunity will allow you to return to life."
"And after you're revived, whatever you choose to do afterward is none of my concern."
As Gran explained, the resentment that had filled Frieza's heart gradually transformed into excitement.
Cooler was no different.
He was already imagining the day of his resurrection.
"Lord Gran, what if I want to wipe out the Saiyan race after I'm revived?"
Gathering his courage, Cooler asked the question.
"I rarely interfere in mortal affairs."
Gran shook his head.
"If you can accomplish it yourselves, I won't stop you."
The moment he heard that, Cooler became ecstatic.
So the gods had truly risen above worldly matters.
Without Gran standing in his way, he could finally seek revenge against the Saiyans properly.
"Then how are we supposed to train?"
Frieza couldn't hold himself back any longer.
According to Gran, only by becoming stronger would they gain enough value to be used.
But in their current state, how could they possibly become stronger?
Cooler also looked at Gran.
He couldn't wait to be revived.
Ever since arriving in Heaven, he had been tortured daily by those little angels.
If that continued much longer, he felt he would truly go insane.
"It's simple."
Gran pointed toward the little angels nearby.
"Just continue accepting their 'torture' every day as usual."
At that point, he couldn't help laughing.
"What?!!!"
The two brothers were instantly horrified.
Veins bulged on their foreheads.
Just as they were about to demand an explanation, Gran and Bulma suddenly vanished without a trace.
"Damn it! Is he playing with us?!"
Frieza glared at the spot where Gran had been standing, his anger boiling over.
Cooler remained silent.
Instead, he began carefully considering Gran's intentions.
"Cooler, why aren't you reacting at all?"
Frieza looked ready to breathe fire.
"The songs those little angels sing are obviously torture! How could this possibly be training?"
"No."
Cooler narrowed his eyes.
"I think this really is a method of training."
He had already spent more than two years in Heaven.
For over two years, he had endured the torment of those little angels every single day.
At first, his reaction had been exactly the same as Frieza's.
He couldn't stand it.
But now, he could barely endure it.
Without a physical body, he couldn't fully understand what those changes meant.
However, he knew that something about him had undeniably changed.
Cooler truly was perceptive.
What he was experiencing was the strengthening of his soul.
If he ever regained a physical body, that powerful soul would unlock tremendous potential within him.
"You're saying this is actually training? What do you mean?"
Frieza looked completely confused.
"Don't ask me."
Cooler shook his head.
"I don't know the exact reason either. All I know is that my instincts tell me this is a form of training."
"..."
Frieza fell silent.
Both he and Cooler were dead.
In the living world, King Cold was now the only remaining member of the Frost Demon race.
And there was a high probability that King Cold couldn't defeat those Saiyans.
If they wanted revenge, the only option was for the two brothers to be resurrected.
Under those circumstances, Cooler had no reason to lie to him.
Silence settled beneath the great tree.
After twisting his body slightly, Frieza suddenly asked:
"What about that Broly? How exactly did he kill you?"
The moment Broly's name was mentioned, the veins on Cooler's temples began throbbing.
The memory infuriated him.
Nevertheless, he recounted everything that had happened between himself and Broly.
"What?!"
Frieza's eyes widened.
"You trained for eight years, achieved some golden form, and still lost to Broly?"
Cooler sneered.
"Stop pretending you knew nothing."
"Broly and I fought at the border between the East Galaxy and the North Galaxy."
"There is no way your technology failed to detect the energy from that battle."
Gulp.
Frieza swallowed hard.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead.
His army's advanced instruments had indeed detected that energy.
But the moment they did, every machine exploded in sparks and smoke.
The power levels involved had completely overloaded the equipment.
"Damn it... Son Goku, Broly, Lord Gran..."
Frieza clenched his teeth.
"How did these Saiyans become so absurdly powerful?"
"Hmph. And you still have the nerve to ask?"
Cooler mocked.
"If you'd wiped them out completely back then, neither of us would have ended up like this."
This time, Frieza didn't argue.
Suppressing the fury in his chest, he asked:
"Tell me. Just how powerful was that golden form of yours?"
"How powerful...?"
Cooler pondered for a moment before sighing.
"The power of that Golden Form was terrifying."
"When I first obtained it, I genuinely believed I could defeat Lord Gran himself."
"But in the end..."
He didn't continue.
There was no need to.
Frieza already understood the rest.
Even after obtaining such overwhelming power, Cooler had still been defeated by Broly.
"Train hard."
Cooler spoke seriously.
"We can't do anything about Lord Gran."
"But the other Saiyans? We can definitely wipe them out someday."
"Agreed."
Frieza nodded.
Then his expression suddenly changed.
"They're coming again!"
"What?"
Cooler looked confused and followed Frieza's line of sight.
The moment he looked, his face turned pale.
The little angels had started singing again.
And this time, they were putting even more enthusiasm into it than before!
"NOOOOOOO!!!"
Soon, the desperate screams of Frieza and Cooler echoed beneath the giant tree.
...
END OF CHAPTER
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