DISCLAIMER: Welp, this happened. this is a fanfiction, official release SUPPORT AKIRA TORIYAMA!

Might have a little Frost fanboyism. Viewer discretion advised.

Uh... hey there.

My name is Frost. Some people refer to me as Frost, the Hero of Universal Peace! Others - as Frost, the Shadow Emperor of the Universe. I myself do not have a preference on how you call me.

I've had to stay in hiding for three months now, and the terror never ceases to stop. That tournament was a mistake. My participation was a mistake. Oh, you miserable God of Destruction and your despicable attendant, you somehow managed to lure me into practical suicide with a few chests of gold and promises... Cabba spread the rumors of my scheme and my "misdeeds" as soon as we returned, and the stubborn fool is desperately trying to hunt me down as I write this. I always knew that the Saiyans of Planet Sadala were quick learners with a lot of potential, but for one of them to pick up on this so-called Super Saiyan transformation and shoot up in power in mere months... The Metalmen broke their alliance with me and their leader Auta Magetta refused to help me stop Cabba, and even Hit has returned to active work.

This is a nightmare!

I might not be able to last long here, on a planet as far away from all the action as money can buy, so I think it's only fair to prepare my funeral oration. After all, my race must know of the person who brought them from an undiscovered tribe to the universe's upper class.

My story begins in the same place as ones of any living being in the universe - in my mother's womb. I was born on Age 2115 of the standartized Universal Calendar as the youngest of the five children of a local tribal chieftain on Planet Arcos. My father, Chief Winter, often told me that on the day of my birth, he was watching the night sky and saw a faint comet pass by, heading east - to him, it was a good omen about my future. I never believed the symbolism of it all, though. What effect would a comet have on me as a person? Heck, even if it was a good omen, it sure isn't helping me now! Though, I suppose it's excusable. At the time of my birth, my species - referred to by many names across the Universe, from Frost Demons to Changelings to just creeps - was still an unorganized, tribal society in the most backwater part of our galaxy.

When the Saiyans founded the Universal Peace Corps and the Great Galactic War was taking place, we believed that Arcos is the center of the Universe and that eating cooked frog legs will make you stronger. Go figure.

Anyway, my childhood was neither great nor pitiful. I've already forgotten most of it, but one event there, for some reason, is still as clear as day in my memory.

...

It was one of those clear, warm and sunny days, "warm" being the operative word - after all, our planet was, and still is, a tundra world with the most meager, but livable atmosphere possible. It was also the last day of the week, which meant that it was sparring time! Father imposed a very strict training regimen for the six of us when we were children - on the first nine days, we would train and work individually, and on the tenth we'd have a fight with him to see how much we've improved. It really encouraged us to commit more and more effort and try to surpass Father, but I never really got close to him before I left Arcos. After all, I was only a child and he was clocking in hundreds of years, all certainly not spent slacking off.

Soon after waking up, I rushed towards the back end of our large hut - the largest in the village, too - and upon exiting, I noticed that our group had already gathered. There were six of us: myself, my four brothers - Absolut, Shiver, Pola and Icical - and Glacia. She was the only non-royal person we invited in our training - long story short, she asked very nicely and our father agreed. Not that it really matters. Speaking of Father, he was standing a bit further away, at the top of a hill, arms folded and eyes closed. It was an honor for any one of us to challenge Father first - you get to be the person who sets the mood and tone for the entire sparring session. You get to be the one who shows the improvement first.

As such, to avoid conflict on this situation, we had a complex set of rules to determine the first fighter.

"Hey, Frosty!" Absolut, the oldest of the bunch, noticed me first and waved for me to come here. I was the youngest of the group, not counting Glacia, so my brothers didn't really take me seriously - that's where "Frosty" comes from. Humiliating... Nevertheless, I nodded and slowly flew up to the rest.

"So, how did the week go? Any news?" Pola was the second to comment.

"I got to spar with Frost! It was so cool!" Glacia, energetic and active as always, exclaimed. I held onto the back of my head in slight shame and added:

"Yeah, it was that one time..."

"Remember the part where you fired those energy blasts while flying away? It was so cool!"

Absolut coughed to silence us, at least for the moment. "So, if you guys and girls forgot already, we still have to determine the order in which we challenge Father."

Shiver spoke up next. "So, the rock punching method? I'm down for it." He then pointed to a field of boulders just outside the village, already preparing to fly towards it.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, stopping the group in their tracks with a single word. I almost always do that. "In my opinion, we have to change the way how we determine the winner. Punching rocks to measure how much stronger we got and sending the most improved to fight first is great and all, but I think it's a little unfair."

"But, Frosty, you've won every single time we used that method!" Icical, the second youngest of the five brothers, was obviously confused. I don't blame him - I would be too if I was in his position. "Why would you, out of all people, want to change it?"

"See, that's the reason!" I continued. "If we use that way, it does not let anyone but the strongest go first! I thought that we could use cards to determine the winner, by random chance, obviously." Of course, I just implied that I was the strongest in the group, which brought out a few chuckles, but everyone seemed to be down for my new method, at least from my point of view. I pulled out five paper cards, each numered 1-6 on one side and blank on the other, then shuffled them and placed them face-down on the rubble ground. I lied. I didn't actuyally do this because of fairness or anything - I had been slacking off on training a little to catch up in studying - as much as you can study in a tribal society, anyway - so I was disadvantaged with the old method. Along with that, I purposefully made small distinct clips on each of the cards, so I could determine which one is the "1" at a mere glance. Sometimes I would pick the wrong card on purpose to keep the illusion intact, but, still, I'd usually win.

I didn't wish them any harm, I just always wanted to go first.

I let Glacia pick her card first, then chose mine, then watched my four brothers do the same. Of course, they all ended up disappointed, while I smiled as I looked at the "1" on my paper.

"I guess I got lucky this time." I commented and showed my card. This was followed by even more disappointment. Nice. But at least they didn't seem to suspect anything fishy here. "See ya!" I put my card down and slowly rose up, then shot off towards the hill in the horizon. Father was still standing there, probably watching the sky. Then a thought came to my head - hey, how about I attack him without informing him? Usually, when we meet face-to-face, Father blocks and dodges all of my attacks, but he won't be as effective if I strike him when he's unaware! Such a great strategy, right? I charged up a ball of light blue energy in my right hand and, as soon as I came close enough, I fired it! And... to child me's dismay, he simply turned around and caught the attack with his palm, crushing it until dissipation.

"Ah, so you've already picked the first challenger? It usually takes you longer than that." Father commented, unfolding his arms and smiling.

"Oh, we started using a new way of choosing the fighters! And I came up with it!" I replied. Bragging aside, the part where I rigged the competition was obviously left out.

"That's great, Frost! So, are you ready?"

"I'm as ready as you are!" I exclaimed soon after landing back on the hill. Father was quite relaxed and didn't even bother to move into a battle stance, standing as straight as a tree, while my body was tense beyond belief and working at full capacity. I had to show how much better I've gotten! Not only in strength, but also in skill! "Here we go!" And with that scream, I charged forward, cloaked in an aura and fist cocked back, then threw my first strike at Father's chest. It didn't do much damage and only bounced back, but that did nothing to lower my vigor. I launched a fast barrage of punches towards the opponent's chest, stomach and face while screaming through the whole process, but he caught and deflected all of them - with ease, I might add.

I still wasn't nearly strong enough, but I did not give up. I could not give up. My right fist got amped up with my ki, and I threw it at Father's cheek, but it stopped mid-way. What? How? Why? - there were only some of the thoughts that were boiling in my head at the moment. My opponent's tail had wrapped around my wrist, holding it tight, and before I could even try to pull it out, my body found itself tossed away and slammed into a rock, breaking it into pieces. Ah, the pain, the pain... That was probably one of the first times in my life where I actually coughed up blood - that's how had I got hit. In fact, the impact seemed so large that Father dropped his guard for a few seconds in worry, probably ready to come here and help me stand up, but I used this window of opportunity to fire a barrage of energy bolts at him. Unfortunately, even the distraction of being visibly hurt wasn't enough... Father vanished into thin air as soon as the attacks approached him, and reappeared behind them, now with massive explosions as background for him. I pulled myself out of the pile of rubble and broken up rock I was in and stood back up, but definitely not as strong as before.

Being hit by the strongest member of our race wasn't good therapy.

"So, are you done yet?" Father asked, referring to my poor fighting condition. My frustrated frown changed to a weak smile, and I responded with:

"I still have some things left to work with."

I placed both of my hands at the front and started to charge up a ball of purple energy. I had to use the attack, but not in this state. He can block it, he can dodge it, he can redirect it. I needed a distraction, and my kid self thought up of just the thing - with his tail, he digged out a small patch of dirt and tossed it towards Father's eyes. With this to move Winter's focus, I fired a powerful purple dual-handed energy wave out of the ball - and it worked! His focus was ruined, and the attack hit head-on! The sun and the stars were outshines by my attack for a few seconds. And... as soon as I finished, I collapsed on my knees due to fatigue. To be honest, I'm still not really sure why I exerted myself so much just for this fight. Maybe I wanted to prove myself. Maybe it was because Glacia was watching from a distance, and likely taking notes. Maybe it's because I had been growing up from a child to a teen at the time. But no matter the excuse, the attack did pretty much nothing aside for a few scratches and burn marks.

"I suppose that's enough sparring with you for today." Father noted and sat down next to me. I leaned on his shoulders. It had been so early in the morning that both the moon, Antarc, and the sun were visible, as well as the stars. Many, many stars - most of the normally visible Galaxy, in fact. Despite the fatigue, despite the sweat, despite the passive aggression for not being able to put a dent on my opponent, I still enjoyed the view.

It was so... breathtaking.

"Have you heard of the news from the Pengui tribe?" Father suddenly spoke. Ah, the Pengui. They were our close allies.

"Huh?"

"As far as I've heard, an odd house landed nearby from the sky. It was flying very fast, and there was one person inside - he looked like one of us, but didn't have any horns and was purple-skinned. And wore a dark coat. Apparently, he got lost in the skies, and quickly left."

"Wow... I wonder how many of those sky-houses are there, among the stars... Maybe all those stars are like the sun, just from very far away? Maybe they also have worlds like Arcos? Maybe there's an another me somewhere, thinking about this same thing?.."

"Maybe. It's not up to us to find out, though." Father than stood up, and so did I. My stamina had recovered a little, so I was able of flight, though definitely not combat. "You can go have a rest - you did well."

"Thanks, Daddy!" I exclaimed and flew off, though slowly. No need to waste energy. Of course, most of our group wasn't that surprised. I was still the weakest one of the five brothers. Glacia, though, quickly flew up to me and spoke:

"That was great, Frost!"

"Eh, great..." I was still sore from the "humiliation".

"I'll have to fight after you, but I have a problem..."

...What? Glacia continued:

"You see, you didn't do much damage to Chief Winter, and I'm even weaker than you - back in our spar, you beat me in less than a minute... I'm not sure if I could even throw a single successful punch there..."

Of course, my kid self had to face with a dilemma. Should he tell her how it is and say that she needs to lay off and train more before challenging Father? Or try to encourage her despite lying yet again, hoping that it won't backfire? I ended up picking the second option.

"Don't worry. You can be just as strong as me, or Absolut, or my father, you just have to put in a little effort!"

"Oh, uh, thanks..."

"It's nothing. No need to thank me."

Now, back to bed... the fight was far too intense for my liking.