Tundra descended toward the familiar grounds of Capsule Corp., landing beside the massive complex with several of Earth's fighters nearby.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Vegeta snorted dismissively and immediately took off into the sky, clearly uninterested in standing around.
Training was more important.
Gohan stepped toward the building.
"Wait here," he said. "I'll be back with the Dragon Balls."
With that, he entered Capsule Corp., leaving Tundra alone with Piccolo.
Piccolo folded his arms and stared up at the towering alien.
"So," he said slowly, "what have you been doing out in space?"
It was casual conversation on the surface—but Piccolo was probing, trying to learn something about Tundra's intentions.
Tundra glanced down at him.
"Tending to my empire."
Piccolo's eyes widened slightly.
An empire?
Could it be the same one that once belonged to Frieza?
"And what's this empire called?" Piccolo asked.
Tundra paused briefly, debating which name to use.
Eventually he chose the civilian one.
"It's called the Planet Trade Organization," he said. "Though we've moved away from trading and conquering planets. Now we focus mostly on scientific development and royalties."
Piccolo froze internally.
That definitely sounded like Frieza's empire.
Tundra might claim he only wanted to return to it—but what if Earth became a target someday?
He'd need to warn the others.
Tundra noticed the suspicion immediately.
"The only thing on this planet worth taking is the Dragon Balls," he said calmly. "And I don't particularly care about them."
Mid-sentence, Tundra suddenly paused.
An idea for a wish had just occurred to him.
Piccolo noticed the hesitation and grew uneasy.
"Yeah… right," he muttered.
Tundra simply shrugged and waited.
A few moments later, the doors of Capsule Corp. opened again.
Gohan stepped outside carrying the seven glowing spheres: the Earth Dragon Balls.
Behind him came Bulma, who immediately froze when she saw Tundra.
She quickly moved behind Gohan.
"Dear lord… what a growth spurt," Bulma said with an awkward chuckle, trying very hard not to show how nervous she actually was.
Tundra gave a small nod as Gohan placed the Dragon Balls on the ground.
"Gohan," Tundra said, "may I have another wish?"
Gohan raised an eyebrow.
"What would it be?"
"Well," Tundra began, "there aren't many habitable planets left. Most were destroyed or ravaged by their previous inhabitants. I was thinking of wishing for their restoration."
Gohan blinked in surprise.
That idea had never crossed his mind.
"You want to restore destroyed planets?"
His expression brightened.
"Yeah… definitely!"
Bulma, however, looked irritated.
"Um, hello?" she said sharply. "Those are my Dragon Balls. And you promised I'd get the last two wishes."
Tundra looked down at her.
The demanding tone immediately irritated him.
After all, she hadn't created the Dragon Balls.
Gohan noticed the shift in Tundra's demeanor and quickly tried to defuse the situation.
"Hey—hey, calm down," he whispered to Bulma. "You can still have the last wish. And maybe you could combine the two wishes you wanted into one if you word it right?"
Bulma frowned.
Technically, he was right.
Both wishes she wanted involved looking younger anyway.
She wanted to argue out of principle—but Tundra's gaze sent a chill down her spine.
"Fine!" she snapped, crossing her arms.
Gohan wasted no time.
Before she could change her mind, he called forth the dragon.
From the Dragon Balls emerged the massive form of Shenron, twisting through the sky as dark clouds gathered.
"Speak, mortals," Shenron boomed. "What are your wishes?"
Then the dragon noticed Tundra.
His eyes lingered on him with confusion.
Those fragments of ki inside Tundra felt strange—like pieces of stellar cores.
But questioning such things was not Shenron's role.
Tundra narrowed his eyes slightly, aware that the dragon could see what was inside him.
"Restore every unused habitable planet that was ravaged or destroyed."
He had worded the wish carefully.
Only abandoned wastelands or shattered worlds would be restored—not planets currently inhabited.
Shenron hesitated.
That was an enormous request.
"Every unused habitable planet that has not been replaced?" the dragon clarified.
Tundra considered this.
The Supreme Kai occasionally replaced destroyed worlds to try and foster new life.
"Replace the ones that are less useful," Tundra said.
A massive bead of sweat formed on Shenron's forehead.
That clarification didn't reduce the workload at all.
Still, the dragon's eyes glowed red.
Then suddenly—
They flashed purple.
"Very well," Shenron declared. "Your wish has been granted."
At that moment Tundra felt something strange.
A dark energy dispersed from the Dragon Balls as the wish completed.
"What was that?" Tundra asked. "I've never seen you do that before."
Shenron tilted his head slightly.
"I granted your wish."
Tundra frowned.
"I'm not talking about the wish itself. I mean the purple flash in your eyes—and the dark ki that left the Dragon Balls."
Shenron fell silent.
Had that really happened?
He turned his awareness inward.
For countless years he had absorbed the negative energy created by selfish wishes—petty desires, vanity, greed.
But Tundra's wish…
It had been completely selfless.
In granting it, Shenron had released a large portion of that accumulated evil energy.
The dragon finally spoke again.
"I truly thank you for making such a selfless wish."
Then he continued.
"What is your final wish?"
Under normal circumstances that massive wish would have exhausted all his power. Some of the planets restored had been destroyed for millions of years.
But Shenron felt strangely energized.
Bulma looked up in shock.
She had been promised the final wish.
And now—
Tundra smiled at her.
Then he spoke.
"I wish to be teleported next to Shitaki."
Shenron's eyes glowed red again as he searched Tundra's thoughts for the person in question.
"Your wish has been granted."
In an instant, Tundra vanished.