CHILLING NEWS! THE WRATH OF ICER!

[SARU]

"Finally!" A faded groaned resonated. Toppling over, the group of kids seemed to be feeling the repercussion of their long travel to the North Pole, which was a lot worse than they expected it to be, and that was saying something. "We made it," one scanty voice announced, stepping across the horizon of wet whiteness.

"Ye--ah." Heaved Saru, crawling up the top of the snowy hill, on all fours, fighting for his breath. "We--made it. Now where's that time machine?"

"Idiot... Get off the ground!"

"No! You make me, cudface!" Scoffed Saru.

"You're embarrassing us!" Shisha snapped.

"Both of you, cut it out." Demanded a third, much deeper voice. "We need to conserve all our strength and direct it towards finding the machine before Dr. Hypnosis goons retrieve it."

"Whhhaaaaat? We have to find it!?" Saru bellowed, nose flaring, it appeared that he was somewhat surprised. Maybe he assumed that they already knew the location of the time machine and just had to go destroy it or whatever they were suppose to do. He never thought, not even once, that they would actually have to find it.

"Yes. The location of the machine is unknown, though there are strong speculations that lead us to believe it's around here somewhere, we just need to actually find it." Toler said looking out into the distance with his scouter, he wasn't picking up anyone for miles. But despite this news an apparent hint of worry was worn across his face. Was there really no one else going after the machine? Or where they just too far away to sense anyone? Whatever the case was, it worried Toler.

NORTH POLE, EAST
Meanwhile, far on the other end of the North Pole, a column of smoke slowly cascaded across the empty field of white. In midair, obviously flying, was a well of malice that could rival Frieza's in an instance. Or at least that's what he claims.

At the tip of his off-white, pale digit a violent orb of destruction formed as his smirk resettled across his face. And, with a flick of his finger, it was expelled outward at his incompetent underlings who were doing all but what he desired--finding the time machine.

"GENERAL ICER! BARE PITY ON OUR SOULS!"

What was left of the platoon that was now dwindling in numbers, the frost of the snow fresh on their body's. This sparked little to no concern in Icer, he could care less. As long as they found what he was searching for - what everyone was looking for - they could all die and he wouldn't shed a single tear. They were just pawns to a knight's ordeals, after all.

"Pity? Kuwuhahaha! I know no such thing!" Pointing a finger at what remained of the platoon of beggers, Icer grinned a mighty grin, remorse all but present in his features.

"What would Lord Frieza say?" One brave soul dared to ask.

"Fri--Friezzza!" Icer roared mightily, spinning his hand around into an open palm, the violet orb that was forming before size had then double striking fear into the heart of all those who lied before him. "He can say nothing! I am the strongest! And once I find the machine, I will rule everything and not him! Kuwuhaha! Now--DIE!!"

Hands pocketed, straw hat bouncing, the pitterpatter of his sandals on the snow crunched. They have been walking for about thirty minutes, searching high and low, but to no avail. All it was was walking, then more walking. "Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Hoboutnao?"

"No."

"What ab--"

"We're not there yet damn it!"

!!

"Whoa." Whipping her head to the side, Shisha's eyes widened. "Do you feel that?"

"Yeah, their's someone with an amazing amount of power nearby." Stepping out towards the front of the group, Toler used his scouter to scan the proximity, it was an understatement to say that he was 'wowed' by what he detected. Twelve moderately powerful presences each faded away at once, leaving only one ki signature detectable. But that wasn't all. Oh no. There was more. "Brace yourself guys, it seems we will have company soon."