Dragon Ball: Reborn as King Cold

Five years.

It had already been five years since I found myself in this world, inhabiting the body of King Cold. Five years of training, of enjoying the luxuries that came with being the undisputed king of my kind.

I had not wasted this time.

Unlike the Cold from my memories, I did not sit idly on my throne, indulging in nothing.

And yet, as I stood on the balcony of my palace, overlooking my kingdom, a thought crossed my mind.

Was I... bored?

The cold winds howled as my eyes scanned the distant landscape, my people moving about their daily lives. 

I let out a quiet sigh, my tail flicking behind me.

It was then that I heard footsteps approaching.

I turned my head slightly as Blizza stepped forward, carrying a holographic communication device in her hands.

She bowed slightly before speaking. "My king, you have an incoming transmission from Lord Frieza."

I raised a brow, taking the device from her hands.

Frieza ?

He rarely contacted me directly unless it was important, from what I remember, so this would be the time?

Activating the device, a blue-tinted holographic image flickered to life before me, revealing my son, seated in his usual hoverchair, his tail lazily swaying behind him. His eyes locked onto mine, a familiar smirk playing on his lips.

"Father" he greeted.

I leaned against the balcony railing, my own smirk forming.

"Frieza" I replied, my tone calm yet expectant. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I must say that since I arrived I have not had any discussion with my sons.

Frieza's smirk remained, but there was an unmistakable edge to his expression, a flicker of irritation just beneath the surface.

He began, his tone laced with distaste. "He has given me a direct order... As if I needed his permission to deal with those apes."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly has the God of Destruction requested of you?"

Frieza scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "He wants the Saiyans erased. All of them. Apparently, their existence offends him, though he couldn't even be bothered to do it himself." His eyes narrowed slightly. "It vexes me, Father. That I, the Emperor of the Universe, must bow to the whims of another."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You sound as if this comes as a surprise. The gods have always toyed with mortals. Beerus is no different. He cares only for his own amusement. We are simply convenient tools."

'Just for now.'

Frieza hummed in agreement before a cruel grin returned to his face. "Regardless of how I feel, it is not an order I am particularly opposed to. I was planning on removing those monkeys sooner or later. Now, I simply have the perfect excuse."

I closed my eyes for a brief moment.

Finally. A little progress.

A moment I had been waiting for.

I opened my eyes, my gaze steady. "Then I assume you intend to recall all the Saiyans back to their homeworld before you strike?"

Frieza nodded, surprised that I guessed his thoughts. "Indeed. It will be quite the spectacle, won't it? I've decided to recall them all back to Planet Vegeta under the guise of a grand assembly. Once they've gathered… well, you can imagine the rest. An entire race, wiped out in an instant."

"Do as you please, my son." I finally said.

Frieza's smirk widened. "Oh, believe me, Father. I will." His gaze sharpened slightly, as if analyzing me. "You almost sound eager… Would you care to witness it firsthand?"

I let out a low chuckle. "Tempting, but unnecessary."

With that, the transmission ended, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

Five years in this world, and now, history was about to unfold before me.

What was meant to happen… happened.

A week later, Planet Vegeta was no more.

'Good.'

[Many years later…]

"Blizza, how many years have I been conquering this place for my own amusement?" I asked through the communicator.

A brief pause, then her voice came through, calm and precise as ever.

"It has now been 10 years since you began venting your frustrations in the Demon Realm, my King."

I chuckled lightly. "I see… 10 years have passed already. That was rather quick. They call themselves demons, yet they were hardly worthy of the name, except perhaps the Megath and Dabra."

Blizza responded without hesitation. "That is simply because you are who you are, Your Majesty. They never stood a chance against you."

I smirked. "You're probably right."

My gaze swept across the desolate landscape before me, crimson skies, twisted structures, and remnants of those who had dared oppose me.

"I'll take care of the last few matters I have here."

Without another word, I ended the transmission and took flight to where I wanted to go.

I arrived at the desolate lands where the Namekians once lived. The air was heavy, the remnants of their presence now little more than scattered ruins and faint echoes of the past.

I took a step forward, my tail flicking behind me as I spoke, my voice cutting through the silence.

"Come out, Namek. I know you're here."

For a moment, nothing. Then, slowly, an old Namekian emerged from the shadows, leaning on a worn wooden cane. His wrinkled face and piercing gaze confirmed what I already knew, this was Neva.

His eyes met mine without fear. "Have you not already taken everything you desired from this place? The Dragon Balls of the Tamagamis are already in your possession."

I smirked, crossing my arms. "No. There is still something I want."

Neva narrowed his eyes. "And what is that?"

"I want you to teach me the Namekian language." My tone was casual, yet firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "If you refuse, you already know what will happen to the remaining people here, in the Demon Realm."

The old Namekian let out a deep sigh, his grip on his cane tightening. He was wise enough to understand that resistance was futile.

"I see… Then let us begin."