Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters, or the OC, Tundra, who is owned by E-Mir the Luminoth 17.

Okay, so I made a new friend who asked me to write a story based off of their OC, Tundra, who is Cooler's son. Eventually I will be drawing him and his other forms (which do not come into play yet). To those who already know me, just a reminder that my DeviantArt link is on my profile page.

"Hey look, it's the weakling."

"I heard he's the weakest Ice-jin that's ever been born."

"That's what happens when royal blood mixes with commoners."

"I pity Lord Cooler for that."

Fists clenched as a young child, ten years of age, turned and growled at the ones whispering about him. Despite being "the weakest," the kid knew how to strike fear in the hearts of the strongest men. It wasn't his stature or how he looked, as he was a smaller, carbon-copy of his father. Obviously it wasn't his strength since they all taunted him for it. No, it was his eyes that left everyone chilled to the bone. His amber-golden eyes frightened anyone who gazed into them. That coloring was a rare trait among Ice-jins, and usually when something is different, others tend to be afraid.

The men who were gossiping about their young prince crashed into each other as they attempted to run away. They ended up crashing into Lord Cooler himself. The old Ice-jin smacked them hard against the wall before walking up to his son.

"Tundra, let's go," he said. "It's time for your lessons."

"Yes, father," Tundra replied with the utmost respect and a small bow. His father was the only one he'd ever bow to.

Tundra watched his father out of the corner of his eye as his own tutor was teaching him some history about the Planet Trade Organization his grandfather had established many years before he was born. Cooler was looking over some paperwork, as was a tedious part of his princely duties. He looked up for a moment and caught his son staring at him while ignoring his own lesson. He put the papers down and glared at the small boy. Tundra shivered a little in fear before turning his attention back to his tutor. He knew he'd be in for it later.

"Any questions, my prince?" Tundra's tutor asked him.

Tundra almost cursed himself for ignoring the lecture, but he kept his cool and said, "Yes, I do have a question. Why wouldn't someone like you be out purging with the rest of them? Why are you stuck here teaching a ten year old about an organization he already knows forward and back?"

The tutor looked over to Cooler who was smirking at the scene. The one thing that reminded Cooler that Tundra was of his blood was the demeaning attitude he held towards those weaker than them. It was true that rumors were spread one the planet about Tundra's strength. Everyone thought him to be weak, but only because the boy had not yet been able to transform. Transformations were used to contain higher levels of power; however, that did not mean that those who could not transform were weak. Cooler knew his son had potential, but he never said that to anyone. He let the whispers continue, if only to get his son angered. It would be excellent motivation for the boy to work harder and prove the people wrong.

The tutor cleared his throat nervously and said, "I am an educator, not a warrior. I have never once admitted to having the strength or ability to purge planets. My job lies here, at the palace and on the planet, teaching bright individuals, such as yourself, to keep our rich history alive.

Tundra rolled his eyes. He heard a similar speech from his last three tutors. He caught himself wondering if every instructor on Planet Cold had to learn this speech in case a student asked them such a degrading question. "Well, you're not doing a very good job," Tundra grumbled in reply. The tutor looked hurt by his comment.

"Tundra, that's enough!" Cooler snapped. He looked to the instructor. "You may go."

The tutor bowed towards Cooler. "Thank you, Lord Cooler." He turned back to the younger prince and bowed. "Study hard, my prince." Then he left without another word or glance towards the two royals.

"I can handle you making snide remarks to the tutors," Cooler started, "but I never want to hear you say they aren't doing their job. Their job is to instruct you in our planet's culture and history, and they are doing just that."

"But father," Tundra nearly whined, "I already know about our culture. I live it every day. I'm trained and have participated in almost every ceremony except coronation ceremonies which I studied on my own. I know the seasons and which food grows during those seasons. I know how to behave as a royal. And the Planet Trade Organization? I've accompanied you on purging missions. I've seen it first hand and have listened in on the debates that grandfather holds with the other planets. What more must I learn before you allow me to go on missions of my own?"

Before Tundra knew it, he was bashed into the wall by his father's tail. "If you want to fight so badly, then I will take you here and now. I have let you get away with too much for too long. This level of disrespect will not be tolerated. It's time I teach you a lesson about the PTO that you will not soon forget, son."

Tundra looked up to his father in shock. He had never once been hit by his father outside of training. But the look in his father's eyes was not the look of a father teaching his son. It was the look that was given to a slave by a master when the slave had done something wrong. The young Ice-jin closed his eyes, anticipating what was about to happen.

Tundra woke up in the medical room of the palace. He was wet from having been placed in the healing chamber. The light above him was making his vision blurry. He closed his eyes once again and then opened them to allow for readjustment.

After trying to sit up, he groaned in pain. That was the one thing a healing chamber wouldn't cure…pain. The young prince hated that word above all others. He knew about purging and the pain the PTO caused towards others, although he did want to go on at least one mission to prove himself to his people. He just didn't like the idea of causing pain, despite what he was taught.

He looked down to the floor of the room and saw puddles of blood, most likely his. It made his stomach churn knowing that his father had pulled a page from his sadistic uncle's book. He hadn't really intended to anger his father that much. It almost made him feel guilty.

He decided to go to his father's quarters to apologize, lest he get himself beaten again. Cooler was waiting for him, sitting directly across from the door, arms crossed. "I hope you learned your lesson, boy," Cooler growled out. "If you were any more involved with the PTO, that would be your fate. If a mistake is ever made, that is the normal punishment that your grandfather, uncle, and I dish out. Remember that."

"You think I'm weak," Tundra said in anger. "I am not weak, and I would not make a mistake, father."

Cooler's eyes narrowed. "Do not take that tone with me, son. I did not say that you were weak, but you have not been trained properly. You would make too many mistakes."

Tundra cried out in frustration and his energy flared. Cooler seemed unfazed by the action. That only served to anger Tundra further. "I'll show you!" he yelled. "I'll show you all!" Cooler didn't even bat an eye as his son ran from his room. Maybe this was the push Tundra needed to take back his pride. Well, a father could hope.

A/N: Well, that's a first chapter XD I was planning on making it a lot longer, but so far this semester while having to deal with doing more physical therapy and many other time-consuming challenges and activities. Anyway, I'm going to get working on one of my other stories. Hopefully I'll get another update up soon.

Tundra – Age 10