Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters, or the OC Tundra. Just part of the plot.

E-Mir the Luminoth 17: Yeah, sorry I made you wait. I know you're very excited about this story ^^

KimiruMai: Lol XD Don't worry. Vegeta is going to make an appearance in this chapter. You know me well enough to know that he at least has to influence the story a tiny bit :3

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Tundra didn't know where he was running to after the talk with his father. Part of him just wanted to run away from it all, but his pride would not let him. He knew he had responsibilities and that he had to overcome public opinion regarding his strength. While running aimlessly, not paying attention, he ended up running into someone. The young prince landed on his back and ended up looking into the cold, yet amused eyes of his Uncle Frieza. The boy cringed. Even he wasn't a fan of his uncle.

"Well, if it isn't my little nephew," Frieza taunted. Tundra scoffed, especially since Frieza never saw the young Ice-jin as family. Usually when Frieza would greet him it would be with either cold derision or sheer amusement. Today was the latter and Tundra could only roll his eyes while wondering what was causing his uncle's amusement. "Vegeta, say 'hello' to my nephew, would you?"

Tundra's eyes widened in shock as a Saiyan at least twenty years of age stepped out from the doorway to the ship decks. His eyes were burning with hatred as they met Tundra's. He gave the young Ice-jin a forced bow but said nothing more. This only served to amuse Frieza more.

"My dear nephew, please forgive Vegeta and his manners," Frieza teased as Tundra watched the Saiyan's fists clench slightly before relaxing. "He is highly anti-social except when he's around the two other Saiyans on my ship and even then, he is quiet. But what can you expect from such an inferior race?"

Frieza laughed at his own comment. Tundra could see that the Saiyan was trying to refrain from attacking his uncle. The young Ice-jin prince could not blame the Saiyan for wanting to beat his uncle into the pavement, but both obviously knew Frieza's strength. Tundra hated to admit that he was weaker than his other relatives, but he was still young. It had to be frustrating to be that Saiyan who had to endure slurs against him on a daily basis. Tundra also knew what that was like.

"Anyway, I decided to come for a visit and brought Vegeta here with me to keep me company," Frieza continued to say. Tundra looked back to the Saiyan, flashing him a sympathetic look. Vegeta sneered at him.

"Well, I feel bad for him," Tundra stated casually looking to his uncle, "especially if he had to deal with your constant tripe. I get sick just listening to you." He looked back to the Saiyan and said, "I hope you have some antacid. Wouldn't want you to get sick on our clean floors. They were just polished this morning."

Vegeta's eyes widened at the young Ice-jin's comments, but then smirked and forced back a chuckle. "Yes, we wouldn't want that."

Frieza growled in frustration of losing his own little mind game. "I forgot how much I can't stand your attitude. I see your father has yet to teach you royal manners."

"Actually, uncle," Tundra jabbed, "I was using my royal manners. I offered our guest some medication for whatever could be ailing him while using wit as a form of entertainment. I think my father trained me rather well, don't you?"

Frieza looked pissed and for the first time in a long time, Vegeta laughed. Frieza snarled at both of them and walked off to go find Cooler to gripe about the youngest prince. Tundra looked over to the still laughing Saiyan and smiled. When Vegeta finally stopped laughing he said, "I know I'm probably in for it later, but it was well worth it to see Frieza that flustered."

Tundra smirked and then shrugged. "Yeah, well, you aren't the only one who can't stand him," he said. "My father and grandfather said we're supposed to get along, but that will never happen. My uncle's a jerk."

Vegeta chuckled again. "You're okay, Ice-jin."

Tundra's smirk never faded as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Watch it," he joked. "That's prince Ice-jin to you, Saiyan."

Vegeta mimicked Tundra's stance. "And prince Saiyan to you."

Tundra frowned at Vegeta making the Saiyan glare at him. "You're a prince," Tundra stated as if in shock. "Why is my uncle so disrespectful then? We're supposed to ally ourselves with other royals."

Vegeta's expression softened. Of course he, who swore death to all Ice-jins, would meet the one kindhearted Ice-jin who could make him rethink things. He decided to answer the boy with the lie he had been told. "My planet was destroyed by an asteroid. I have no kingdom."

Tundra walked up directly in front of Vegeta. "All the more reason to ally." Tundra held his hand out for a handshake. Vegeta eyed it cautiously. "Your kingdom may be gone, but the kingdom doesn't make the prince. Attitude and character make the prince; at least, that's what my dad tells me. So…allies?"

Vegeta looked away from Tundra's hand, but shook it anyway. "Fine, but that stays between us."

Tundra smirked. "But of course. If my uncle found out, I'm sure he'd go running to my father who told me not to make friends with strangers."

Vegeta shook his head and sighed. "Your people…quite the enigma."

Tundra didn't understand what Vegeta meant, but he assumed it had to do with the age thing. They were definitely far apart in age. The young prince decided that he would understand when he was older and decided not to harp on the comment.

Later, Tundra and Vegeta found themselves in the training rooms of the palace. They were both shocked that Frieza hadn't come looking for his "pet" yet. Tundra grimaced when Vegeta told him about his nickname. The Ice-jin knew that his uncle was cruel, but he seemed to treat all of his soldiers like animals. They did not deserve that, especially when they risked their lives every day to purge for the PTO.

Tundra enjoyed being taught Vegeta's fighting style. He wouldn't be able to master it in such a short time, but everything he learned would be stored in his memory. After their many spars, the two were panting heavily, taking a well-deserved break.

"So, I hear that members of your race can transform," Vegeta stated while panting heavily. "How and why?"

Tundra sighed. "You're asking the wrong person." Vegeta looked confused at his logic. Tundra smiled sadly. "You're talking to the one Ice-jin that can't transform. I can't tell you how. All I can tell you is that the more transformations one has, the stronger they are. The higher forms are always a little harder to control than the lower."

"How many transformations does your family have?" Vegeta asked in interest. Tundra could see right through him. The young prince could tell that Vegeta wanted to take his family down, but that didn't matter to him since he knew his family members could handle themselves. "My grandfather has four, I think. Dad has five, though he stays in his fourth form all the time. Frieza also has four forms."

"So your father is stronger," Vegeta replied.

"My father is stronger," Tundra confirmed with a nod. "That's probably why other Ice-jins stop picking at my lack of transformation when he's around. Afraid he'll punish them or something."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at Tundra. "What do you know of their punishments?" he sneered. Tundra was taken aback by the question and looked down to the ground avoiding Vegeta's gaze. He took one of his arms and started rubbing the other shoulder. Vegeta interpreted his reaction as guarded. Perhaps the young Ice-jin knew more about what the men suffered on the ships than he had suspected. "Tundra," Vegeta called cautiously. Tundra slightly looked over to Vegeta. "What do you know?"

Tundra sighed and turned back to face Vegeta. "Enough to know that I would never want to be on the receiving end more than once," he replied. "Anyway, enough about that. What's it like purging planets?"

Vegeta could tell where the conversation was heading being an impulsive child himself once. "Nothing a child should ever go through. Believe me."

Out of nowhere, the door to the training room opened revealing Cooler. He narrowed his eyes at his son and the Saiyan. "Tundra, what are you doing here with your uncle's…guest?"

Vegeta growled slightly at his remark. He was feeling slightly protective of the little prince. He didn't want him to get in trouble so he stood up and walked towards the door. "I was just leaving," he stated. "Prince Tundra was just showing me the training room. A good soldier must always stay in shape, isn't that right Lord Cooler?"

Cooler's glare never left his face as the Saiyan walked out of the training room. He looked back to his son looking like he was about ready to burst. "What were you thinking?" he asked in frustration. "That Saiyan could have killed you."

Tundra frowned at the accusation. Yes, Vegeta hated the Ice-jins, and he had admitted it a couple of times when they were sparring, but Tundra could tell that he meant for the alliance they made and wouldn't have hurt him. "It was fine, father," Tundra replied. "I could have handled it."

Cooler closed his eyes and shook his head. His impulsive son was driving him crazy. "Your uncle has told us that that boy wants to see us fall. He is much older and stronger than you are. In a few years, you'd be able to defend yourself from the Saiyan. Right now, not so much."

"I didn't have to defend myself," Tundra nearly shouted. "I was just showing him to the training room. It's not his fault Uncle Frieza abandoned him in the palace halls."

"It is not your job to entertain your uncle's men," Cooler told him.

"But dad, he's a prince like me." Tundra gasped when he said that. He looked to see his father's shocked expression. His cold eyes narrowed.

"Who told you that?" Cooler asked. "The monkey?"

"N-no," Tundra lied. "I heard it from Uncle Frieza."

Cooler walked over to Tundra. He stopped directly in front of the boy looking down at him. "Do not lie to me. You uncle would have never said anything of the sort. Saiyans are the bane of our existence. The boy is no prince, and his race no longer exists except for a few members. You are not to go near him or any other Saiyan ever again."

Tundra was shocked by how much he was belittling the Saiyan race. The boy had thought that the Saiyans were their allies. They had worked for the PTO a long time ago. He assumed that the only reason he hadn't seen anymore Saiyans was because there were other races that the Colds had allied with. Now he knew that the planet had been destroyed by an asteroid.

Cooler left Tundra alone in the training room. Not too long after, Vegeta snuck back in to make sure the Ice-jin prince was okay. He had heard the last thing Cooler had said, so he knew he couldn't be seen with the prince again. He would leave just as soon as he checked on him.

"I don't get it," Tundra whispered. "You guys were always our allies. What changed?"

Vegeta frowned. He had hated all Ice-jins, planned all of their deaths numerous times, but now he found one that he knew he'd never be able to kill. The boy knew the glamour of the Planet Trade Organization, but he did not yet understand the terrors of the universe. He was innocent, untainted by his evil family members.

"Don't worry about it," Vegeta replied casually. "Even if Saiyans are not allied with Ice-jins, we have our own alliance. A Saiyan always keeps his word."

Tundra smirked at Vegeta after he made the declaration. "Yeah," he said. "I hope to see you again someday. Until then, I'm forced to stay here."

Vegeta shrugged. "You know, if you want the people's opinions of you to change, you have to make it happen on your own."

Before Tundra could respond, Vegeta made his way towards the door. He nodded to Tundra and exited the room. He knew that wouldn't be the last time he saw the kid.

After his uncle left with his new Saiyan ally, Tundra went to his room. It was getting dark out and he was still pondering the words that Vegeta had said to him. If he wanted things to change, he needed to make them. That's what he got out of that conversation. Still, the ten year old could not figure out what to do.

Everyone saw him as weak, and he needed to prove his strength. The only thing that Tundra could think of was purging. He heard a lot about his father's and uncle's best soldiers. They weren't Ice-jins, but their strength was unquestioned, well-known, and respected. If Tundra could gain that respect, things would be perfect. It was then he decided what he was going to do.

The little Ice-jin packed up a few things in a steel container with a combination lock. Then he left his room with no clues that he was ever in there. He did not want to leave a trail for his father to follow and stop him. No, tonight he was getting off the planet.

He quietly snuck around the landing docks and saw some of his grandfather's scientists working on a broken ship. Tundra smirked because they would be too distracted as he disabled the ship's tracker and took off for some planet he could conquer.

It didn't take long for him to remove the tracker. He was proud of himself because not many of the soldiers knew about the trackers his family planted in their ships and scouters. He quietly opened the hatch to the pod and slid in. He stored his box under the control panel and started searching the database as the door closed. He looked at a list of planets that weren't really high-profile. He didn't want it getting back to his father where he was, not until he destroyed all of the living life forms of the planet. Eventually he found information on a small planet deep across the universe that was nearly forgotten. Tundra smirked as he entered the coordinates and his pod launched causing a massive panic among the scientists. The prince chuckled before yawning as the gas for stasis started to fill the ship. Tundra smiled before drifting off to sleep. He was going to finally gain respect, and he was going to do it because of the planet that would receive his wrath. He was going to purge Earth, and no one was going to stand in his way.

A/N: Yay, I got to post a slightly longer chapter ^_^ Time to work on the next story now…after I study.

Tundra – Age 10

Vegeta – Age 20