Bringer of Death

Cooler Saga - Part 3: Preparation

Cooler Saga - Part 3: Preparation 

The following week was incredibly dull for Vegeta. His ship was under construction, which seemed to be taking forever, and all he could do was wait. He even considered taking an Attack Ball and heading out into space just to get away from all the busywork. 

"Gah. Kakarott is probably out there training as hard as he can at this very moment. And yet here I sit, subjecting myself to this ridiculous boredom." Vegeta flew off the base in a rage. He didn't care that there was no air. Most Saiyans had learned to hold their breath long enough to survive in space for a few minutes, and Vegeta just needed to get away. As he flew, he began to think about his upcoming confrontation with Cooler. Vegeta would not be caught unprepared this time, no matter what Cooler threw at him. The Frost demon's brother would likely try some of the same moves Frieza had, especially if he became desperate. It seemed that their clan always had a trump card. Vegeta knew better than to allow himself to be caught off guard. 

For a few days, Vegeta repeated his trips across the planet, enjoying the freedom to train without destroying any part of the base in the process. At first, he found transforming into a Super Saiyan to be quite draining. But as he practiced the technique over and over, it became second nature to him. By the end of the week, he could transform quickly, not wasting any energy and maintaining his stamina as easily as if he was still in his base state. 

As Vegeta flew back to base on the seventh day, he felt satisfied. "Hah. I'll wager Cooler will have more than a few surprises in store for him," he thought, smiling. His vessel had finally been completed.

Vegeta stepped forward, out of the elevator and into the massive launch bay in the shipyard. The room was dark. He nodded to Malaka, who gestured to the attendants. Immediately, spotlights blinked on in a semicircle around the chamber, revealing the ship resting at the center of the room. A moment later, the ship's own internal lighting began to glow, illuminating it from within. It was magnificent. 

At 80 meters in length, the Bringer of Death was noticeably larger than the capital yachts used by the Frost Demons. Frieza's engineers had adapted Vegeta's chosen design well: the body was long and pyramidal, highest in front, with broad angles sweeping back around it. The spacious bridge, set at the apex of the triangular prow, had wrap-around windows allowing a 180-degree view. The portholes spread across the side of the hull were long and rectangular, a stark departure from the usual round design of Frieza's old fleet. Past the bridge, the body of the ship dropped to the level of the wings at a shallow angle. 

Twin struts protruded forward out from under the cabin - massive reinforced beams tipped with titanium-alloy rams. These would be used in battle to penetrate another ship's energy shields, allowing the Bringer of Death to fire blasts through the crippled vessel's hull. Two turbofan jets on either side of the prow provided forward lift while in the atmosphere. 

The wings extended 60 meters on either side of the body, slender and sharply curved. They would fold back around the body in spaceflight, but they had their own two turbofans to balance those in front for vertical takeoff in the atmosphere. Oniya had opted for external engines rather than the integrated design used in most of Frieza's ships; this would allow for greater stability if the Bringer of Death took battle damage. The remaining four engines were mounted on the back and sides: two small thrusters for propulsion and two massive slipstream generators for superluminal interstellar flight. 

Flexing his aura gently, Vegeta lifted slowly off the ground and flew around the back of the ship. A broad skylight in the rear of the body revealed a heated pool in a relaxation chamber with space for entertaining a large group. He smiled in satisfaction - the engineers had met his every specification. Fortunate for them, at least.