A month had passed since he had set off for Planet Yardrat, the yellow world already in sight.
Tundra rose from his throne and walked to the flight deck, sensing Shitaki inside.
He opened the door and spoke calmly. "Stop the ship. We shouldn't risk bringing it too close in case they can easily destroy it. They have strange techniques bordering on magic."
Shitaki nodded and began slowing the ship to a stop as Tundra turned and left.
Tundra walked to the exit hatch, opened it, and flew out. He matched the ship's speed and covered it in his own ki, gradually slowing it to a full stop before descending toward the yellow planet below.
Faster and faster he fell, eventually entering the atmosphere. The dust here would have made any other species cough their lungs out, but Tundra did not need to breathe. He crashed down onto the planet with little difficulty.
Looking around, he noticed a few Yardratians in the distance, all with pink, bulbous heads marked by light blue spots. Tundra simply raised a hand in greeting. There was no need to antagonize them — certainly not when they were a peaceful and useful race.
The Yardratians glanced at one another before teleporting closer, now appearing with even more of their kind. Within moments, Tundra found himself surrounded.
One of them spoke. "I can sense that your intentions are not pure. We kindly ask you to leave this planet."
Tundra had no plans to leave. "I'm sorry, but I cannot grant that wish. You see, I have taken over Frieza's empire, and I would like this planet to fall under our influence. I will discuss the terms with your leader."
The Yardratians exchanged uneasy looks. Then, as if hearing something unheard by Tundra, they all nodded simultaneously and stepped aside, forming a path. A giant blue Yardratian stood revealed — one Tundra had somehow not noticed. Unlike the others, this one bore whiskers and two pointed tips on his head.
"Let us discuss this, then," the large Yardratian said. "My name is Pybara, the wisest of the Yardratians."
Tundra paused. Something about Pybara's appearance felt off — something he couldn't quite place.
"…Hello, Pybara. My name is Tundra. And yes, let us discuss."
Pybara noticed Tundra's slight unease. It seemed Tundra was far more talented in ki than he had previously thought.
"Would you prefer to discuss this here, or would you like a more official setting?"
Tundra shook his head. "Anywhere is fine with me. The location depends entirely on whether you want your people to hear what we discuss."
Pybara nodded. He did not mind if his people heard; it was something they would need to know eventually.
"I do not mind this place either. Let us begin. May I know what you intend to do with our planet and our species first?"
Tundra nodded. "We — the Planet Trade Organization — are slowly moving away from purely trading planets. While it is somewhat profitable, it is limited. I have spent time within my empire establishing a greater image than my predecessors had, and through that, I have discovered our surprisingly weak population. It would benefit us greatly if your kind were to teach my citizens your… unusual arts."
Pybara listened carefully before nodding. "That seems like a worthy endeavor. However, you have not mentioned what you intend to do to this planet and its people."
Tundra realized he might have gone overboard with embellishment and cleared his throat.
"Ah, yes. We will provide you with top-of-the-line technology and assist with any projects you wish to pursue. In exchange, this planet will fall under the Planet Trade Organization, and you will share your unique arts with us."
Pybara considered the proposal. On one hand, they preferred to remain neutral and avoid entanglement with an empire like the Planet Trade Organization. On the other, this could be an opportunity. The Yardratians which are said to have originated from the Demon Realm, might finally leave this semi-toxic planet and live more comfortable lives. He had no issue with teaching their techniques — but there was one concern.
"As you know, we are a peaceful race. We do not want our techniques used for evil. So I kindly ask that, if we join you, we are not required to teach anyone who is evil."
Tundra nodded. A reasonable request from peace-lovers — and one easily granted.
"Very well."
He extended his hand.
Pybara smiled and grasped it, shaking firmly. "I hope both our peoples flourish."
"As do I," Tundra replied.
He released Pybara's enormous hand and floated upward. "I will return with a proper contract, though it may take some time due to the distance."
Pybara nodded, satisfied with his decision. Perhaps now, without the moon overshadowing them, they could shine even brighter.