Rumble 21776 Frieza / Freeza vs. Cooler

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The dead world was silent, a shattered husk of a planet floating in a nebula of cold, cosmic dust. It was a place of endings, a fitting arena for the final, bloody resolution of the most powerful sibling rivalry in the universe. Their respective fleets, monuments to their galactic empires, held a respectful distance, silent witnesses to the duel that would decide the one true emperor.
On the crystalline plains, they stood opposite each other.
The first was a being of technological perfection and borrowed power. He was Golden Metal Cooler, his form a sleek, flawless fusion of his race's ultimate transformation and the self-repairing nanotechnology of the Big Gete Star. He was a god in a machine's body, his power absolute, his regeneration instantaneous.
The second was a being of pure, natural, and terrifying talent. He was Lord Frieza, the prodigy, the tyrant, the emperor who had achieved a level of power through sheer, focused training that no one had thought possible.
"So, little brother," Cooler's voice was a smooth, metallic purr, laced with condescending amusement. "I must admit, I am impressed. To achieve such a level of power through... brute exercise. It is almost respectable. Almost."
Frieza, still in his iconic final form, simply smiled, a thin, cruel expression. "Cooler. I had heard rumors that some cosmic junk-smith had... reassembled you. You always did rely on toys and outside help to compensate for your inadequacies. I see some things never change."
"This 'toy,' as you call it, has granted me perfection," Cooler stated, his golden form gleaming. "Regeneration. Adaptation. An army at my beck and call. While you were rotting in the fields of Earth's hell, I became a true immortal. This duel is a formality. I have already surpassed you."
"Surpassed me?" Frieza let out his signature, high-pitched, sadistic giggle. "Ohohoho... you truly are a fool, dear brother. You have achieved your gaudy, golden shell, a trick I mastered years ago. But I have gone so much further." He gestured dismissively. "You sought power from machines and pathetic dark magic. I found it within myself. The true, unparalleled birthright of our prodigal race."
Cooler's smug expression finally faded. "Empty words. Let me show you what true power is!" In a flash of light, a hundred identical copies of Golden Metal Cooler appeared, surrounding the lone Frieza in a perfect, inescapable circle of gleaming gold. "This is perfection, little brother!" the voice of every Cooler echoed in unison. "Can your 'training' defeat an infinite army?"
Frieza did not look surprised. He did not look scared. He just slowly, confidently, began to smile. It was a terrifying, evil grin of absolute, unshakeable superiority. "An army of tin soldiers? How quaint." He closed his eyes. "You have your new form. It is only fair... that I show you mine."
The universe seemed to hold its breath. Frieza's aura exploded outwards. But it was not gold. It was not white. It was a terrifying, violent, and absolute darkness, a void of power that seemed to drink the light of the surrounding nebula. The pressure was so immense that the hundred Golden Metal Coolers all took an involuntary step back, their advanced sensors screaming with data they could not comprehend.
When the light returned, Frieza was still there, but he was changed. His body was a sleek, powerful black, his aura a storm of dark, god-like energy. This was Black Frieza. The real battle had just begun.
 

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Frieza / Freeza
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Cooler
Read more about Cooler at Wikipedia
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The dead world was silent, a shattered husk of a planet floating in a nebula of cold, cosmic dust. It was a place of endings, a fitting arena for the final, bloody resolution of the most powerful sibling rivalry in the universe. Their respective fleets, monuments to their galactic empires, held a respectful distance, silent witnesses to the duel that would decide the one true emperor.
On the crystalline plains, they stood opposite each other.
The first was a being of technological perfection and borrowed power. He was Golden Metal Cooler, his form a sleek, flawless fusion of his race's ultimate transformation and the self-repairing nanotechnology of the Big Gete Star. He was a god in a machine's body, his power absolute, his regeneration instantaneous.
The second was a being of pure, natural, and terrifying talent. He was Lord Frieza, the prodigy, the tyrant, the emperor who had achieved a level of power through sheer, focused training that no one had thought possible.
"So, little brother," Cooler's voice was a smooth, metallic purr, laced with condescending amusement. "I must admit, I am impressed. To achieve such a level of power through... brute exercise. It is almost respectable. Almost."
Frieza, still in his iconic final form, simply smiled, a thin, cruel expression. "Cooler. I had heard rumors that some cosmic junk-smith had... reassembled you. You always did rely on toys and outside help to compensate for your inadequacies. I see some things never change."
"This 'toy,' as you call it, has granted me perfection," Cooler stated, his golden form gleaming. "Regeneration. Adaptation. An army at my beck and call. While you were rotting in the fields of Earth's hell, I became a true immortal. This duel is a formality. I have already surpassed you."
"Surpassed me?" Frieza let out his signature, high-pitched, sadistic giggle. "Ohohoho... you truly are a fool, dear brother. You have achieved your gaudy, golden shell, a trick I mastered years ago. But I have gone so much further." He gestured dismissively. "You sought power from machines and pathetic dark magic. I found it within myself. The true, unparalleled birthright of our prodigal race."
Cooler's smug expression finally faded. "Empty words. Let me show you what true power is!" In a flash of light, a hundred identical copies of Golden Metal Cooler appeared, surrounding the lone Frieza in a perfect, inescapable circle of gleaming gold. "This is perfection, little brother!" the voice of every Cooler echoed in unison. "Can your 'training' defeat an infinite army?"
Frieza did not look surprised. He did not look scared. He just slowly, confidently, began to smile. It was a terrifying, evil grin of absolute, unshakeable superiority. "An army of tin soldiers? How quaint." He closed his eyes. "You have your new form. It is only fair... that I show you mine."
The universe seemed to hold its breath. Frieza's aura exploded outwards. But it was not gold. It was not white. It was a terrifying, violent, and absolute darkness, a void of power that seemed to drink the light of the surrounding nebula. The pressure was so immense that the hundred Golden Metal Coolers all took an involuntary step back, their advanced sensors screaming with data they could not comprehend.
When the light returned, Frieza was still there, but he was changed. His body was a sleek, powerful black, his aura a storm of dark, god-like energy. This was Black Frieza. The real battle had just begun.
 

[Callisto]

MATCH SCORE
Frieza / Freeza: 0
Cooler: 1