Author's Note:-
*Lime Warning* So this chapter doesn't have a 'lemon' per se, but there is slightly mature content in the first scene. I've tried not to make it too explicit, but if that kind of thing makes you squeamish then I'd recommend not reading the first scene n_n' And if you do read it, I hope I wrote it well! Either way, please review and let me know what you think of chapter 10! Thanks!
It was the middle of the night and the honeymoon suite was in darkness. Frikiza was fast asleep in her bed, while King Piccolo slept in his chair. He could hear her, even in his sleep. He could hear her breathing; he could sense her movements… That was how he knew she was getting out of bed. Frikiza didn't make much noise, but it was enough to awaken King Piccolo. His eyes came into focus and he could see the outline of her figure in the darkness.
"Frikiza…?" King Piccolo uttered sleepily.
"Sorry, Piccolo." Frikiza whispered. "Did I wake you?"
"Yes." King Piccolo growled.
"Oh…" Frikiza answered. "… Good."
"Hm?"
King Piccolo looked up and frowned slightly in confusion when Frikiza started walking towards him, her tail swaying slowly behind her. What was she doing? Was she going to leave the room?
"I couldn't sleep." Frikiza said quietly, stopping in front of King Piccolo. "I was… hoping you could tire me out."
"Uh… what?" King Piccolo choked. What the hell was she talking about!
A dark smirk formed on Frikiza's lips, and it caused King Piccolo's mouth to become dry. Oh God… why was she looking at him like that?
"You understand, don't you?" Frikiza purred, moving her body closer to the demon king.
"H-Hey!" King Piccolo gasped as Frikiza climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, her tail still waving behind her slowly… seductively. Oh God… "Frikiza!" King Piccolo uttered. "What are you – hey!" His eyes widened when she once again ripped off his shirt, and placed her hand on his chest. King Piccolo held his breath as Frikiza ran her hand down his wide, thick chest, her nails tickling his skin as she caressed every firm muscle on his torso. "F-Frikiza…" King Piccolo stared at Frikiza in shock, and she met his eyes with another smirk. A wicked, mischievous smirk. Frikiza's eyes twinkled flirtatiously and she brought the fabric of King Piccolo's shirt to her mouth, her lips parting.
"Now… I think it's your turn to gag me, isn't it?" Frikiza purred. "Or…" She leaned into him and placed her lips against his ear, her breath biting at his flesh as she uttered, "Do you want to hear me scream?"
"Oh, God…"
King Piccolo's entire body tensed and he shut his eyes as tight as he could. This wasn't happening… This was insane! It was a dream, it had to be! Frikiza wouldn't do this! She didn't even like him! And even if she did she – she was too much of a do-gooder! She wouldn't risk getting fired. This wasn't real! This wasn't – oh fuck… King Piccolo's heart stopped when he felt Frikiza's travelling hand slide over his stomach and under his belt. Oh God oh God oh God…
"What's the matter, King Piccolo?" Frikiza whispered against his ear, drawing a small moan from King Piccolo as her hand touched his most intimate organ. "Don't you like me?"
"N… No…" King Piccolo answered weakly. This was wrong. This was wrong! She shouldn't be touching him there! She shouldn't be… Oh fuck she was stroking him. King Piccolo tried his best to fight back a moan as Frikiza's delicate little fingers wrapped themselves tightly around him. His eyes widened and he stared down at her as she leaned against him, her breasts crushing against his chest in that vest of hers. That tight vest that made them look so soft and bouncy and… No! No, he couldn't… He had to stop this! He had to!
"What about now?" Frikiza smirked, moving her lips to his neck. She opened her mouth a little, and trailed her tongue up King Piccolo's neck, causing him to turn his head slightly in an attempt to get away from her… but it just gave her more flesh to taste. She slid her tongue up his warm skin until she reached his ear. Slowly… so slowly. King Piccolo held his breath, and let out a sharp sigh when Frikiza removed her lips from him. Okay… She was backing off. Good… Good. … Wait. Oh God…
King Piccolo gasped a little as Frikiza placed her lips against him again, and softly bit the nape of his neck. She bit him so softly, so warmly… Oh God. "Do you like me now?" Frikiza whispered.
"Ohhhhh I'm starting to." King Piccolo groaned, all too aware of how good that bite had felt, and how warm her tongue was, and how soft her breasts were against his chest. Dammit they felt just like he had imagined. So squishy and bouncy… And her hand! God, she had a grip on her… but no! No, they shouldn't be doing this! They shouldn't –
"I'm so happy to hear that, King Piccolo." Frikiza uttered. "Because I like bad boys… and you are the baddest boy I've ever met." She kissed his neck, then her free hand started to trail up his back. What was she going to do…? "So I hope you won't be gentle with me, Sire."
"S-Sire…?" King Piccolo repeated hoarsely.
"Mm…" Frikiza moaned against his ear and drew her face away from King Piccolo to shoot him a flirtatious glance. "I'm here to serve you, Master."
"M-Mas…" King Piccolo almost whimpered as he stared into Frikiza's eyes. Oh God… She wasn't doing this…
Frikiza's hand settled itself behind King Piccolo's neck, and just as it did so her other hand removed itself from around King Piccolo's organ and travelled up his body, firmly stroking his muscles until it finally reached its partner. Frikiza sat in King Piccolo's lap, her arms locked around his neck, staring at him with a wicked look in her eyes and her lips still formed into a naughty, mischievous smirk. King Piccolo held back a gasp as Frikiza shifted her weight to push her butt down onto his lap. He could feel the fabric of her shorts against him. Those tiny little shorts that made it look so round and firm… Oh God!
Frikiza parted her lips just enough to allow her tongue to run itself along her teeth, watching as King Piccolo's eyes followed its movement. Oh God it looked so inviting… and her teeth looked like they could bite so well… and her lips looked so tasty… Dammit! Why was she doing this to him? He wanted to touch her… He wanted to… –
"Oh, Sire…" Frikiza breathed, almost making King Piccolo's jaw drop. Why did she sound so sexy when she said that…? Why… "Let me pleasure you… my master."
"Holy hell…" King Piccolo groaned and closed his eyes as Frikiza's lips drew nearer to him. Was she going to kiss him? Oh please… please let her kiss him! King Piccolo practically begged her to. All he wanted her to do right now was put those delicious lips of hers against his – oh, fuck. No… No, this was better…
King Piccolo couldn't hold back a long, low moan as he felt the warmth of Frikiza's tongue travelling up his left antennae. Oh God… He had no idea his antennae could be touched in a good way! Why hadn't he thought of that! "F-Frikiza!" King Piccolo breathed, slamming his hands onto her hips. He dug his nails into her flesh, roughly caressing her lower back in encouragement as her gorgeous lips closed themselves around the tip of his antennae. Her tongue lapped at it, and caressed it, and her lips squeezed it… Oh, this was bliss! King Piccolo breathed heavily and moved his hands down to Frikiza's butt. He grabbed her flesh forcefully and greedily as she moved her lips down to the base of her antennae. He felt her slowly pull away, but she still held her lips against his forehead. Was she going to do the other one? Oh God, do the other one… King Piccolo almost screamed it. Please… do the other one. He grabbed the flesh of Frikiza's thighs and raised his hips up to rub himself against her, all the while silently begging her to move onto his right antennae. Please… please… Frikiza… Oh God yes! Yes! "Mmmm…" King Piccolo's own groan rung through his ears, forcing his eyes to snap open… and Frikiza was nowhere to be found.
He blinked in confusion as he stared at the view in front of him. He was still in the hotel room… He was in his chair, facing Frikiza's bed… and the shape of her body was still buried beneath the sheets. What the hell…? King Piccolo touched his antennae. They were cold and dry. He looked down at his chest; he was still wearing his clothes. What the? … Oh, fuck! It had been a dream. "Dammit!" King Piccolo silently roared to himself.
Of course. Of course it had been a dream. Frikiza would never do that! And – and he wouldn't let her! No way! No way at all! That hadn't been a dream, it had been a nightmare! King Piccolo's fists clenched as he became angry; angry that he could ever have such a dream, and about Frikiza of all people! It was those idiots – Goku and his family – it was all that stuff they'd said that had made him have such a disgusting dream. Those bastards. They would pay. There was no way he was ever going to have a dream like that again!
King Piccolo let out an angry sigh, and leaned his head back. He drove the image of Frikiza out of his mind and forced himself to relax, and within a few minutes he started to drift off to sleep again…
"Oh, Sire…"
"Shit!" King Piccolo almost screamed as another vivid dream startled him into wakefulness. He looked up at the sound of Frikiza stirring in bed.
"Mm… Piccolo… what's wrong…?" She mumbled sleepily.
"N-Nothing." King Piccolo panted. Dammit… His heart was racing! He had to get out of here – before she got out of bed! "I'm – I'm going out." King Piccolo said.
"Okay. Have fun…" Frikiza uttered, and went back to sleep. King Piccolo swallowed, then grabbed the key off the bedside table and raced out of the room.
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"Dammit dammit dammit!" King Piccolo muttered angrily as he left the elevator, arriving in the hotel lobby. Damn those dreams! Damn Frikiza! Damn this whole place! What was the point in being alive? Nothing had gone right so far – nothing! And he still hadn't gathered all seven dragonballs. King Piccolo let out a sigh and stopped for a moment, calming himself. Alright… He was alone. He could leave the room, he could go wherever he wanted. Frikiza wasn't here now, in those little shorts… No! He had to stop thinking about her in that way; it was disgusting! King Piccolo looked up to see the hotel's glass entrance in front of him, and the image of the outside world. Somewhere out there were another five dragonballs, and they were his. His and his alone, and he was going to find them. … Now. He was going to find them right now!
King Piccolo marched over to the hotel entrance and grabbed hold of the door.
"Alright Frikiza, you little bitch." He thought to himself spitefully. "Try and get in my way now!" King Piccolo opened the door and stepped outside the hotel… Then a giant shockwave burst through his body and left him paralysed on the ground. "Dammit!"
"Sir! Are you alright?" Oh great… King Piccolo frowned in annoyance when the hotel security guard came rushing to his aid. This was humiliating. "Sir – let me help you –"
"I don't need help!" King Piccolo roared, shoving the man away as he pulled King Piccolo to his feet. The paralysis only lasted for a few seconds. Maybe King Piccolo could work with that. He shot the security guard a deadly glare. "Leave me be." He snarled. He took another step outside the hotel, and immediately fell to the ground again.
"Sir!" The guard gasped. "Please, let me dial an ambulance."
"I don't need an ambulance!" King Piccolo snapped. "It's not my health, it's my bracelet –" His entire body became flooded with rage when he fell to the ground again after taking another step outside. Dammit… He couldn't go on like this! And the paralysis lasted a little longer every time he fell… That bitch Frikiza! What, had she made it so that he would eventually be immobilised for hours, just on the off-chance that he decided to endure collapsing every time he took a step? Did she think he had no shame? That bitch!
"Well… at least let me escort you back to your room –"
"No!" King Piccolo barked. "Anywhere but there!" He climbed to his feet and glared down at the security guard. "I don't want to go to my room!"
"Well… where do you want to go?" The security guard questioned. "It's past midnight. The only place that's open is the bar."
"Fine! I'll go there." King Piccolo growled. The guard looked at him cautiously.
"Are you sure…? I don't think you should be drinking –"
"I don't care what you think!" King Piccolo snarled. The insolent bastard! King Piccolo was going to drink the entire bar now, just to spite him. "Which way is it!" He demanded.
"That way…" The guard mumbled, pointing. "I'll take you –"
"No! I can find it on my own you worthless piece of shit!" King Piccolo barked, and stormed off towards the hotel bar.
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The bar was completely empty. It was a nice enough place… just not popular. The barman looked up when King Piccolo entered, and smiled.
"Evening, Sir. You're our late." He commented.
"Nobody's here." King Piccolo growled, taking a seat at the bar. "Are the drinks bad?"
"No… but it's 1am on a Wednesday. I was about to close." The barman answered. "Actually, you've done me a favour. The longer I work, the more I'll get paid. I'm saving up to go on vacation with my girlfriend –"
"I couldn't care less about your girlfriend." King Piccolo grunted, and glared at the barman. "Give me a drink."
"Uh… sure." The barman replied. "What can I get you?"
"Melon soda." King Piccolo ordered.
"Okay… just melon soda?" The barman looked at him. "No alcohol?"
"… Yeah." King Piccolo answered. "Alcohol." Why not? Maybe he could do with a harder drink… anything to get that imagine of Frikiza out of his head. "King Piccolo…" He shuddered as her voice echoed through his mind again.
"What kind of alcohol?" The barman questioned.
"Anything!" King Piccolo barked. "Just give me a melon soda with alcohol!"
"Okay!" The barman protested, holding up his hands. "Are you staying in the hotel?"
"Yes." King Piccolo answered through gritted teeth. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Why wasn't he just doing what he was told! "Why?"
"Should I charge it to your room?" The barman offered.
"Yes." King Piccolo replied, and tossed his room key onto the bar. "This one."
The barman took one look at his room key, and his eyes widened.
"You're… in the honeymoon suite?" He gasped.
"Yes." King Piccolo answered, glaring at the man. "And?"
"Well… shouldn't you be, you know… with your wife?"
"She's not my wife!" King Piccolo roared so loudly it made the glassware tremble. "I have absolutely no interest in her whatsoever and we're only in that room because your incompetent hotel staff fucked up, now get me my drink!"
"Hey!" The barman frowned. "Watch your tone –" A cold, deadly glare and a low animalistic growl from King Piccolo soon silenced him, and he held up his hands. "I'll get you your drink."
"Thank you." King Piccolo hissed.
The barman went away for a brief moment, and returned with King Piccolo's beverage.
"Here." He said. "One melon soda with vodka –" He stared at King Piccolo with wide eyes as the demon king downed the whole drink in five seconds flat.
"Another." King Piccolo ordered. Hm… actually, that hadn't tasted bad. What was that alcohol called? Vodka? … He liked vodka.
"Okay…" The barman sweat dropped. He went away again, and brought another drink. "Here –" And in another five seconds it was gone.
"Another." King Piccolo repeated. This wasn't working… He could still picture Frikiza… Dammit! "Make it stronger." King Piccolo demanded.
"You're the boss."
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It was ten double vodka with melon sodas later, and King Piccolo was starting to forget his dream. He tried to picture it but he couldn't… He couldn't focus on it. Frikiza's image came into his mind… and disappeared right away. Perfect! This stuff was working…
"I like vodka." King Piccolo stated.
"You sure do." The barman laughed. "But listen – take it easy. How about we hold it on this one?" He handed King Piccolo a pint of water, and looked at him. "Deal?"
"… Ha!" King Piccolo exclaimed, snatching the water. "You think I'm drunk?"
"No. But I think you're gonna be, if you don't drink that." The barman replied.
"Tch. Whatever." King Piccolo downed the pint of water, and belched loudly, then looked at the barman. "It's served its purpose anyway."
"And what purpose is that?" The barman questioned.
"… … None of your business!" King Piccolo snapped. This guy was nosy. Little punk. Who was he anyway? Just some kid. King Piccolo looked the man up and down, weighing him up. He was what… twenty? Twenty one? A child. "What are you doing with a girlfriend?" King Piccolo snorted. "You want children?"
"Well… eventually." The barman shrugged. "In a couple of years. I want to get married first."
"Ha! Married." King Piccolo sneered. "A sap's sport. For bleeding hearts."
"Well you're the one in the honeymoon suite." The barman replied cockily.
"I told you – she's not my wife!" King Piccolo yelled. "She's just a bitch with too much to say for herself – not get me another drink!"
"Sounds like a wife to me." The barman smirked, turning to get his bottle of vodka.
King Piccolo relaxed a little, and sniggered. Actually that wasn't bad… a wife – a bitch with too much to say for herself. Haha. Hahaha!
"So why do you want one?" King Piccolo asked, still smirking from the barman's remark.
"I love my girlfriend." The barman answered. "And I want to be married when I have children. Here." He handed King Piccolo another double vodka with melon soda.
"Idiot. You don't need to be married for that." King Piccolo scoffed, and downed his drink.
"You got kids?" The barman asked.
"Yes." King Piccolo nodded.
"How many?"
"…" King Piccolo thought for a moment. God, how many…? Back when he was terrorising the world he must have had thousands… but they were gone now. He hadn't even named them. He'd only named the four that resided with him in hell… and Junior… "Five." King Piccolo answered. "But my youngest is a disappointment."
"Why? He drop out of school?" The barman questioned.
"He failed his mission." King Piccolo stated.
"… What, is he an astronaut or something?"
"Hahahaha!"
King Piccolo burst out laughing. An astronaut! Junior? That was ridiculous! Junior could barely drive a car, how was he going to fly a spaceship? Ha! This kid was hilarious!
"Something I said?" The barman laughed.
"You! What is your name, Boy?" King Piccolo demanded.
"Alex." The barman replied. "And yours?"
"King Piccolo." King Piccolo smirked. "Your parents may have told you about me."
"… Nope." Alex uttered, trying to think of the name. King Piccolo frowned, his fists clenching in anger. Bastards… had the world forgotten him already? Well, it wouldn't be for long… When he got all seven dragonballs the entire world would tremble at the name of the Demon King Piccolo! "You from around here?" Alex asked.
"… I'm from Namek." King Piccolo answered. "But I grew up on Earth."
"Right…" Alex sweat dropped. "… Another water?"
King Piccolo trailed his eyes across the range of drinks on the back bar, and a large black bottle caught his attention. It was simply labelled 'Demon Juice' and it had a sinister picture on it… Perfect!
"Give me that one!" King Piccolo ordered, pointing at the drink.
"Hm?" Alex turned to follow King Piccolo's finger. "Oh – no, no way. That stuff is lethal. Believe me, one shot of that and you'll be unconscious. I'll get you another vodka –"
"No!" King Piccolo barked. "I want that one!"
"Look – Piccolo –"
"That's King Piccolo!" King Piccolo boomed, glaring at the young man angrily. Had he no respect!
"King Piccolo – I can't give you that. If I do we'll both regret it." Alex reasoned. "Trust me, it's not for beginners!"
"I'm not a beginner!" King Piccolo barked. "I'm over three hundred years old and I'm a demon king! That drink was made for me!"
"You're a what?" Alex blinked.
"Give me that drink!" King Piccolo screamed. "Or else I will rip your head off and get it myself!"
"Whoa – easy!" Alex frowned. "You think that kind of attitude is going to make me serve you? I'm trying to do you a favour – your girlfriend is not going to be happy with me if I send you back to your room after that –"
"She's not my girlfriend!" King Piccolo roared. "She's my counsellor! I have no interest in her at all!"
"Your… counsellor?" Alex stared at him. "Is this guy insane?" He looked King Piccolo up and down, studying him. "… Tell you what. I'll give you one shot. Sound good?"
"Fine." King Piccolo snarled.
Alex poured King Piccolo a shot of the Demon Juice, and placed it in front of him.
"Careful –" He didn't get the chance to speak another word before King Piccolo downed the shot.
"Another." He demanded.
"You… don't feel sick?" Alex gasped, staring at King Piccolo in disbelief.
"No. I'm fine." King Piccolo frowned. Tch. It would take more than a tiny drink to harm him! He wasn't a weakling!
"… That's cool." Alex grinned. "I'm never seen anyone handle that before! Doesn't it burn your tongue?"
"Mm." King Piccolo shrugged. It was a little on the warm side… there were definitely chillies in there… but whatever! The Demon King Piccolo could handle a couple of chillies!
"Okay. One more." Alex said. He placed another shot in front of King Piccolo, and watched as the demon king downed it again.
"Another." King Piccolo demanded.
"Are… Are you sure…?" Alex sweat dropped. "You know… it might take a few minutes to kick in –"
"I'm fine!" King Piccolo insisted. "Give me another!"
"Okay." Alex shrugged. "Sure."
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"King Piccolo…? Hey. You okay? Still with me?" The distant voice of Alex called out to him from somewhere in the universe as King Piccolo sat on his bar stood, trying his best to stop himself falling. Oh, he felt dizzy… All of a sudden, out of nowhere he'd just started feeling so… out of it. He was fine before… It was that last one. That sixth shot of Demon Juice – it must have been contaminated with something. Now… now his head was spinning… Ahhhhh but he wasn't thinking about Frikiza. Nope. Nope nope nope! Not Frikiza… "Hey."
King Piccolo suddenly came into focus, and noticed Alex was looking at him with a worried expression on his face. "You okay?" He asked.
"… She's not my girlfriend." King Piccolo uttered. "I don't…" He blinked, trying to focus. Fuck… He needed to lie down… He leaned on the bar with his head against its top and closed his eyes, smiling in contentment as balancing became easier. "I don't… like her…" King Piccolo mumbled.
"Hey!" Alex gasped, shaking King Piccolo's shoulders. "Buddy – you can't sleep here!"
"Mm!" King Piccolo grunted in annoyance, shrugging Alex off him. "Go 'way!"
"No – if my boss catches you sleeping I'm totally gonna get fired!"
"Hahahaha!" King Piccolo started laughing. "Too bad!"
"Shut up!" Alex snapped. "Come on! Wake up!" He shook King Piccolo's shoulders again, but it was a few seconds before the demon king responded.
King Piccolo frowned, and looked up at Alex. What…? Had he… had he been asleep just now…? Yeah… He'd been asleep, but Frikiza… she wasn't there… haha! Yes!
"I didn't dream." King Piccolo uttered. "I didn't dream about…" He placed his palms on the bar and used all the strength in his body to push himself up into a sitting position. "About… her."
"Who?" Alex frowned.
"Frikiza!" King Piccolo exclaimed. "Frikiza…" He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his antennae. Oh fuck, he felt so weird… He couldn't focus. His head was spinning… He couldn't balance… He couldn't –
"Whoa!"
Alex cried out as King Piccolo fell off his bar stool. "Shit!" He raced out from behind the bar and crouched down over the demon king. "Piccolo – are you okay?"
"Of course!" King Piccolo growled in annoyance. He wasn't weak! That hadn't hurt! Fool.
"You need to go back to your room." Alex said. "Come on – I'll get security to escort you!"
"No!" King Piccolo barked, pushing Alex away when he tried to help him up. King Piccolo grabbed hold of the bar and attempted to drag himself up. "I'm… I'm fine –" He stumbled, and Alex just about managed to stop King Piccolo falling to the floor.
"You're not fine!" Alex sighed. "Dammit… I knew I shouldn't had served you! I'm sorry."
"Ha!" King Piccolo grinned, throwing his arm around the young man. "You're the second person that's said that to me." He said. "But you didn't… you didn't kill me."
"I hope not." Alex groaned. "Listen – if you won't let security escort you, can I call Frikiza –"
"No!" King Piccolo barked. "I don't want –" His legs gave way again, and Alex tried to hold him up but he wasn't strong enough against King Piccolo's weight and they both fell to the floor.
King Piccolo closed his eyes and groaned. Oh… this was embarrassing… The bracelet! It was paralysing him! If he could just take it off…
"Hey." Alex looked at King Piccolo. "You need to call someone. You can't walk."
"It's this…" King Piccolo growled, tugging at his bracelet. "It attacks me."
"Yeah." Alex rolled his eyes. "Should I call her?"
"No!" King Piccolo snapped. "I'm fine! I – I can do it." He placed his palms on the floor and pushed himself to his feet. There… he was up. He was up! Ha! Stupid bracelet couldn't stop him! But… why was the room spinning…? King Piccolo groaned and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He opened his eyes again and took a step forward. Forward… forward…
"Piccolo!" Alex cried out as he watched the demon king walk sideways into a booth, and he fell over it and onto the seat face down.
Fuck… King Piccolo closed his eyes. Frikiza had done this! Somehow…
"How about I call your son?" Alex's voice came from above him. His son…? Junior…? Hm… Haha! Yes! Junior could take this bracelet off! And kill Frikiza! He was strong enough – and he owed his father a favour! Perfect!
"Yes." King Piccolo mumbled.
"Great!" Alex sighed in relief. "What's his number?"
"SSh!" King Piccolo growled. "I'm doing it."
"What…?"
King Piccolo tried to focus as best as he could. He was telepathically linked to his children; if he could just think about Junior… Junior…
"Junior…"
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Meanwhile out in the wilderness, Piccolo Junior was dragged from his meditation by a familiar voice.
"J-Junior…" It was faint… but it was him. It had to be.
"Father?" Piccolo Junior spoke back telepathically. "What is it?"
"Come… help me."
"Where are you?" Piccolo Junior asked, then there was silence. What the hell…? "Father?"
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"Hey!" Alex barked, shaking King Piccolo. "Wake up!"
"Hm?" King Piccolo grunted, reluctantly awakening from his sudden sleep. He looked up to see Alex, and frowned in confusion. What the hell…? Where was Junior…?
"Father! What's going on?" Piccolo Junior's voice rang through the demon king's mind. Oh yeah… Junior…
"Come get me!" King Piccolo ordered. "Take me to my room!"
"Where are you?"
"The… hotel…" King Piccolo felt sleepy again. Sleep… that was all he needed. Sleep…
"Hey!" Alex's voice came from above him. "Piccolo – wake up!" Sleep… "Piccolo!"
"Father!" Junior's voice cascaded through King Piccolo's mind, forcing him to wake up.
"Dammit!" King Piccolo spoke angrily. "Just come get me!"
"Where's Frikiza?"
"No! No Frikiza! Just you!" King Piccolo argued. "That is an order!"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Frikiza broke my legs."
"What?"
"Come get me!" King Piccolo thought angrily, and the strain of speaking telepathically sent him back to sleep.
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Thirty minutes later a worried-looking Alex was sitting next to a drunk but conscious King Piccolo, forcing him to drink his fourth glass of water.
"Do me a favour – don't mention getting wasted on my watch." Alex said. "I'll get fired."
"Where's Junior?" King Piccolo mumbled.
"Buddy – I keep telling you, I didn't call him! You never gave me his number!" Alex insisted.
"I called him…" King Piccolo uttered. "I told him to come. I don't want Frikiza… She comes in my dreams."
"She does, huh?" Alex smirked. "Listen… it's none of my business, but you keep talking about her. Why don't you just ask her out –"
"No!" King Piccolo snapped. "I don't want to! I don't like her! She's – she's bossy! And – and she broke my legs!"
"Yeah. I don't think you can blame her for your legs not working." Alex replied flatly.
He looked up at the sound of someone entering the bar. "Sorry, we're closed –" He stopped when he noticed the person looked amazingly like King Piccolo. "Uh… Junior?" Alex choked.
"Oh my God…" Piccolo Junior groaned, immediately noticing the state his father was in. He was leaning forward and swaying a little; he wasn't suppressing his ki anymore – which was how Junior had managed to find him – his eyes were unfocused; his breathing was arrhythmic; he stank of drink… He was a mess! "Father – what the hell did you do!" Piccolo Junior scolded, approaching him.
"Frikiza broke me legs." King Piccolo said. He held up his arm, showing Junior the bracelet. "With this. I can't take it off. She never said I couldn't take it off."
"I don't think she broke your legs, Father, I think you did that." Piccolo Junior growled. He looked at Alex. "How much did he drink?"
"Probably about twenty five shots of vodka and six shots of Demon Juice." Alex answered.
"What the hell is Demon Juice?" Junior frowned.
"It's mine!" King Piccolo grinned. "My juice – became I'm a demon!"
"Yeah – whatever." Junior glared at Alex. "And you gave to him?"
"Well… he looked like he was handling it…" Alex mumbled. "And he threatened me."
"So! Don't you have security here?" Junior argued.
"Buddy – look at the size of your father! He could eat our security!" Alex protested.
"Whatever… Does he owe you any money?" Piccolo Junior sighed. Not that he had anything to pay his father's tab with…
"No, it's on the room. He just needs someone to take him – he wouldn't let our guys do it." Alex held out the room key that had fallen out of King Piccolo's pocket; Alex had picked it up and refused to give back to the demon king in case he lost it. "It's on the top floor. Make sure he gets in okay…" Alex smiled. "Your dad's a cool guy."
"Ha! You hear that, Junior?" King Piccolo grinned. "He thinks I'm cool! Alex – you want to kill Goku for me?"
"No Father, he doesn't." Piccolo Junior growled. "Come on!" He dragged King Piccolo to his feet and allowed the demon king to lean on him while he escorted him out of the bar.
Out in the corridor King Piccolo growled and pulled away from Piccolo Junior.
"I'm fine!" He grunted. "Hold on…"
"Where are you going?" Piccolo Junior demanded, watching as his father staggered in a zigzag towards a large plant in the corner of the corridor. He frowned in confusion when King Piccolo stopped in front of the plant, and moved his hands to his belt… Oh God!
"Father!" Piccolo Junior gasped, his eyes wide as he raced over to King Piccolo. "What are you doing!"
"I need to pee." King Piccolo shrugged.
"Well you can't do it here – come on!" Piccolo Junior grabbed his father before he could removing any of his clothing, and dragged him to the hotel elevators. "Get in!" Junior ordered and pushed his father into an elevator, following him inside. He punched his finger onto the button for the top floor, and the doors closed. Piccolo Junior let out a sigh. "I can't believe you just did that." He said angrily, shooting King Piccolo a disapproving glare.
"Yeah… whatever. Just a stupid plant." King Piccolo grunted.
"You'll get kicked out of the hotel." Piccolo Junior argued, not looking at his father. He couldn't. He was too embarrassed! He couldn't believe this… Wait. Piccolo Junior frowned. He could hear liquid… Oh, hell!
Piccolo Junior turned around and his eyes widened in horror when he saw King Piccolo leaning his entire weight against the elevator wall, and urinating into the corner.
"Father!" He screamed. "Stop!"
"Hold on." King Piccolo replied. "I'm almost done."
"No!" Piccolo Junior roared. "Stop now!"
"Okay… Okay I'm done." King Piccolo redressed himself and turned to face Junior, then yawned. "You wanna get some chicken?" He offered, falling back against the elevator wall when his legs failed to hold him steady.
"I can't believe you…" Junior almost sobbed with anger. He couldn't believe he was spawned from this… What a disgrace! After all the years Piccolo Junior had spent believing he was the child of a ruthless, proud, fearful demon king… was this the reality of his heritage? This drunken idiot? Where was King Piccolo's pride? Where was his dignity? Or his balance! This was humiliating!
"I want food." King Piccolo stated.
"Tough shit, you're going to bed!" Piccolo Junior barked, just as the elevator reached King Piccolo's floor. "Come on!" He grabbed his father and dragged him down the corridor, holding the majority of King Piccolo's weight in annoyance. Why couldn't he walk! Why was he drunk! It was so embarrassing!
"H-Hey…" King Piccolo stammered when they reached his hotel room. "Give me the key."
"Forget it, there's no way you can use this thing." Piccolo Junior replied flatly.
"Insolent brat!" King Piccolo snapped. "I can use it!"
"Oh really? Then be my guest." Piccolo Junior handed the room key to his father, and watched as the demon king tried and failed to get it in the keyhole. King Piccolo frowned in confusion. Dammit… He could see the hole, he just couldn't hit it… It was Frikiza! She was doing this! It was the bracelet!
"It's Frikiza!" King Piccolo declared. "She broke my aim!"
"Yeah – whatever." Junior snatched the key off his father and unlocked the door. He handed the key back to King Piccolo and looked at him sternly. "I'm really pissed at you, you know."
"Shut up." King Piccolo snarled. "Failure."
Piccolo Junior had to force himself to hold his tongue. That bastard… How dare he! Dragging him out here in the middle of the night, drunk, falling over, urinating in – dammit! Piccolo Junior closed his eyes tight and took a breath, calming himself, then looked at his father.
"Does the door lock automatically?" He asked.
"Yeah." King Piccolo grunted. "Don't worry. Nobody's gonna hurt me. I'm the king of demons!"
"Yeah, whatever. Let me know when you get settled in. I'll wait out here." Junior replied.
"No need!" King Piccolo waved his hand, dismissing his son. "Go home."
Piccolo Junior watched as his father opened the door and staggered into the room, then closed the door behind him. He listened closely. He could hear the sound of stumbling, like King Piccolo was falling over… oh hell.
"Father, are you okay?" Piccolo Junior asked.
"Fuck off! I don't need your pity!" King Piccolo snarled from his position in his chair, which he had just fallen into. Piccolo Junior took another breath, fighting the urge to burst into that room and send that stupid demon back to hell.
"Whatever." He thought to himself. King Piccolo was obviously okay. Piccolo Junior gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in annoyance, then made his way down the hotel corridor to leave. "Stupid drunk." He thought bitterly.