Author's Note:-
So here it is, the dreaded final chapter... I know I could have continued this fic much longer, and it did cross my mind, but I kind of wrote all the stuff I wanted to write, so I guess I decided to end it on a high n_n' At least I hope that's what it ended on! Please let me know what you think, your feedback is so important! Thank you!

After a long night of heavy drinking, loud singing and wild violence, the party at Capsule Corps was finally over and the guests were leaving to return to hell or home.
"Thanks so much for coming, guys!" Bulma grinned enthusiastically at Tarble and Gure.
"Thank you for having us, Bulma." Tarble smiled.
"We've had a lovely evening." Gure nodded.
"Oh – before you guys leave, give me your address." Bulma said. "It'll be much easier to keep in touch then!"
"Fuck." Vegeta thought to himself, and looked at Bulma. "Did you have to ask for their address?" He said quietly.
"Why not?" Bulma frowned.
"Oh come on, now that we have their address they're gonna invite us round for dinner, and it'll be really hard to think of an excuse to not go." Vegeta replied.
"Well we'll just say Trunks is sick." Bulma shrugged.
"That won't work, they seem like the kind of people that wouldn't mind entertaining a sick child." Vegeta sighed.

Meanwhile Piccolo was throwing up into a bucket. He gagged painfully and looked up at Gohan, who was squatting over him with a comforting hand on Piccolo's back.
"N… Nothing's even coming out anymore…" Piccolo groaned, and retched. "Why the hell do people drink?"
"Well… it's kind of your own fault, Piccolo. Maybe you should have started off with Smirnoff Ice or something." Gohan said.
"I didn't know it had alcohol in it! My dad tricked me!" Piccolo protested.
"Yeah but still, he is pure evil." Gohan replied. "I'm just saying, you know… of all the people to trust… You kind of have yourself to blame." He watched as Piccolo vomited again, and the namek groaned and hung his head.
"I… I'm gonna need to regenerate my liver…"

Elsewhere Frieza looked at Bulma.
"Bulma are you sure it's okay to leave Kuriza here overnight?" He asked.
"Oh, it's fine!" Bulma insisted, waving a hand. "I don't want to disturb him while he's sleeping. Don't worry, we'll take good care of him."
"Well he should be out of your hair pretty early, he likes to keep a close eye on his empire." Frieza said. "Can you just make sure he brushes his teeth before he leaves though? Otherwise he'll get stuck into work and he'll forget to do it."
"Sure." Bulma smiled. "You know, Goten and Marron's parents are already staying over, it's a shame you have to go back to hell otherwise you and Cell would be welcome to stay here too."
"Aww. Thanks, that's nice of you. It is a shame we have to go back." Frieza replied.
"Yeah… yeah, it is." Vegeta said flatly. "It really sucks because there is nothing I would love more than to have both you and your son stay overnight at my house – oh, and your mutant bug boyfriend, of course. Hey while we're on the subject Frieza, I think your ex's corpse is still in my bathroom!"
"Oh… yeah." Frieza uttered and called over, "Hey Cell –"
"Got him." Cell said, already carrying Zarbon's body over his shoulder. He grinned. "Haha! Hey Frieza – what are the odds that when we get back to our cave he's totally trashed the place and written obscene words on the bathroom mirror in lipstick?"
"Oh yeah, that's a good point…" Frieza mumbled, and looked over at Vegeta's mother. "Hey Turnipa! When we get back can you clean my cave?"
"Why are you asking me?" Turnipa frowned.
"Well… because you're a woman, obviously." Frieza replied, looking at her like she was an idiot.
"Oh my God, that is so sexist!" Turnipa gasped, and hit King Vegeta. "Vegeta! Tell him!" She ordered.
"Hm? Oh… Hey Frieza, don't tell Turnipa to clean your cave." King Vegeta growled.
"Thank you!" Turnipa smiled.
"Yeah she's already got a ton of ironing to do back at our place." King Vegeta said, and Turnipa glared at him.

Meanwhile Goku was standing with Bardock and Raditz, looking a little sad.
"Well… Raditz, it was cool drinking beer with you." He said, and looked at Bardock. "It was nice to meet you, Dad."
"Yeah – don't get mushy Kid, we all know you hate anybody that's related to you." Bardock grunted.
"Is that why you like me?" Goku grinned.
"Damn right it is." Bardock winked, and pulled Goku into a tight hug. As the two of them hugged Raditz could only stand there and watch, glaring at Goku jealously.

Nappa approached Vegeta and offered him an appreciative grin.
"Hey. Thanks for a great night." He said. "Sorry Frieza's been such a jackass, and I'm sorry your parents turned out to be jerks."
"Thanks, Nappa…" Vegeta mumbled.
"Oh, by the way. I heard it's some kind of weird etiquette to steal stuff from a house party." Nappa said, and held up a glass. "So I'm taking this."
"… I don't think you're supposed to tell the host that you're taking their stuff." Vegeta uttered.
"Oh. … Well that just seems rude." Nappa frowned, and walked away. Vegeta glared after him and yelled,
"Give me my goddamn glass back!"

In the corner of the room Zarba was giving Frikiza an encouraging nudge.
"Go on." She ordered.
"What if he doesn't like me…?" Frikiza asked quietly, blushing.
"He does like you!" Zarba insisted. "Besides, what have you got to lose? He's not exactly the best looking guy, Frikiza… If you really want to date a namek, at least go for Junior."
"No…" Frikiza replied, and smiled fondly as she gazed over at King Piccolo, who was stood with the mutant nameks on the other side of the room, hyperventilating into a paper bag and having the exact same conversation with his mutants. Frikiza sighed, clasping her hands together dreamily. "King Piccolo's perfect…"
"So then. Ask him." Zarba said. She looked over at King Piccolo and cringed. "If you say so, Frikiza…"
"What if he says no?" Frikiza replied.
"Tch! Like that's gonna happen." Zarba snorted. "Remember, I'm your ex, right? So if you can seduce someone as good-looking as me, getting him will be easier than blowing up a planet full of monkeys."
"Zarba… you know I feel terrible about that…" Frikiza growled, her face darkening in embarrassment.
"Well you won't feel terrible about this." Zarba replied and put her arm around Frikiza. She leaned into her, holding her lips close to Frikiza's ear as she purred, "Go on, Frikiza-sama… work your magic." Frikiza blushed, and smirked, her tail waving slowly.

Over by King Piccolo and the mutant nameks, King Piccolo was still hyperventilating into a paper bag.
"Calm down, King Piccolo!" Piano gasped.
"Yeah – it's not like she's gonna say no!" Tambourine added.
"Y… You think?" King Piccolo asked, looking across the four mutants.
"Sure, she's crazy about you!" Cymbal insisted.
"Uh-huh!" Drum uttered, nodding in agreement.
"That's because you've been playing it cool." Tambourine winked.
"Yeah…" King Piccolo sighed, lowering the bag. "Yeah, I have been… Okay!" He handed the bag to Piano. "You boys are right – I've got nothing to worry about."
"Yeah!" The nameks exclaimed.
"That's right!" Cymbal beamed.
"She'll be lucky to have me!" King Piccolo stated boastfully.
"She certainly will, Sire!" Piano grinned.
"Okay. I'm gonna go over there and ask her out, and if she says no – which she won't – it's her loss!" King Piccolo declared.
"Right!" The nameks nodded.
"I have absolutely nothing to worry about – Aii!" King Piccolo suddenly screamed. "She's coming over!" He hastily grabbed the bag off Piano and starts hyperventilating again.

Frikiza approached the group and moved her eyes to King Piccolo.
"Um… Piccolo?" She uttered.
"Hm? Oh! Heyyyyy, Frikiza!" King Piccolo grinned and threw the bag away. "What's up? I didn't think I'd see you here!"
"He's nailing it!" Cymbal whispered to the other nameks.
"Yeah, he's totally playing it cool!" Tambourine agreed.

Meanwhile Yamcha and Krillin were watching the scene.
"Seriously…?" Krillin uttered.
"I know, he's totally using my best lines! That's really not cool." Yamcha frowned. Krillin looked at Yamcha.
"You're right, they're not." He uttered flatly.

Frikiza smiled at King Piccolo.
"Well… I just came to say goodnight – and to ask you something." She said.
"Hm?" King Piccolo grunted, and looked away. "Yeah sure, whatever. I mean, make it quick though because I got another party to go to. Nothing's gonna slow this rocker down."
"Yes, King Piccolo!" Piano whispered excitedly.

Elsewhere Piccolo and Gohan were watching the scene and cringing.
"Gohan, I feel really ill…" Piccolo groaned.
"Yeah, me too…" Gohan sweat dropped. Also watching King Piccolo was Bardock, and he frowned at the scene in disgust.
"Tch. Would you get a load of that douche?" He grunted. "That isn't how you get a girl. And believe me, I know how to get a girl."
"You're not kidding." Turnipa smirked, and Bardock winked at her.
"… I hate that you're already dead." King Vegeta growled.

Frikiza continued talking to King Piccolo.
"Don't worry, it'll just be quick. I don't want to interrupt your evening." She said with a smirk. King Piccolo looked at her questionably as Frikiza gazed up at him, her tail slowly swaying behind her.
"Piccolo…" She uttered, and blushed slightly. "Do you… Do you wanna go out sometime?"

The mutant nameks all gasped in shock, their eyes widening.
"Oh… Oh my God!" Piano choked.
"She asked him!" Tambourine gasped.
"This is so cute!" Cymbal squealed.
"I'm gonna be a page boy!" Drum grinned and the mutants all squealed in delight.

King Piccolo hesitated, then looked at the mutant nameks.
"Guys, she asked me first! Is that still cool?" He whispered.
"Yes!" The nameks answered.
"Say yes, King Piccolo!" Piano insisted.
"Yeah but don't overdo it! Remember – play it cool!" Tambourine whispered, and winked.
"Right, got it." King Piccolo nodded. He looked at Frikiza. "Uh…" He blushed. "Sure. I mean, whatever. I guess we could go out. You know. Just cas."

Piccolo groaned as he watched the scene.
"This is embarrassing…" Frieza gagged.
"She obviously has no taste – count yourself lucky that you're a guy Frieza, otherwise you'd be her." Cell said.
"I know, it sickens me." Frieza growled.

Frikiza smiled at King Piccolo.
"Great! Tomorrow night at seven?" She beamed.
"Uh… y-yeah, that sounds great!" A blushing King Piccolo exclaimed, before he quickly caught himself and cleared his throat. "I mean – yeah. Sounds moderate." He shrugged.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow night then." Frikiza smiled.
"Yep. See you tomorrow." King Piccolo grunted, looking away.
"Mm." Frikiza nodded and started to walk away before she suddenly remembered something. "Oh!" She looked at King Piccolo. "Before I forget… Have you ever kissed a girl before?"
"Uh… no. No, I haven't." King Piccolo answered honestly, causing the mutants to gasp in horror.
"Oh no…" Cymbal whimpered.
"Aw… he blew it." Drum uttered sadly.
"Fuck! Why the hell did I tell her that!" King Piccolo thought to himself, angry that he could be so careless. "Now she'll never go out with me! She'll just think I'm a loser with no experience! Fuck!"
"I thought not." Frikiza smiled. "Well… Here." She took hold of King Piccolo's shirt and pulled him down to her, then locked her lips onto his in a firm kiss.

Everyone in the room suddenly gasped and stared at the pair in shock.
"What the fuck!" Frieza roared, just as Piccolo started throwing up again. Gohan rubbed Piccolo's back and handed him a glass of water, looking at him sympathetically.
"The alcohol's still hurting you, huh…?" He uttered.
"No…" Piccolo gagged, and drank. "Nope, that one wasn't the alcohol."

Meanwhile the mutant nameks were squealing excitedly.
"Oh my God!" Piano beamed.
"They're kissing! They're kissing!" Tambourine wailed and jumped at Cymbal. "They're in love!" The nameks all started jumping up and down excitedly, holding hands. King Piccolo was standing completely rigid as Frikiza kissed him, his eyes wide, his face bright purple, his antennae standing on end and his heart racing at a thousand beats per minute until she finally pulled away. Frikiza looked up at King Piccolo and licked her lips, her eyes twinkling wickedly.
"There." She smiled. "Now you'll know what to do tomorrow, right?"
"Y-Yeah…" King Piccolo stammered, trying not to tremble as he stared down at her.
"See you tomorrow." Frikiza beamed. Oh –" She turned to Bulma and called, "Bulma, thanks for having us!"
"You're welcome!" Bulma grinned, and squealed excitedly.
"Bye everyone!" Frikiza waved at the room and left. Zarba walked past King Piccolo, briefly stopping to look at him.
"Don't be late, Romeo." She winked, and went after Frikiza.

King Piccolo stood stiff and completely motionless, his eyes still wide, his face still purple, his antennae still standing on end and the sweet taste of Frikiza still on his lips.
"King Piccolo, are you okay, Sire…?" Piano asked cautiously, looking at his master.
"Uh-huh…" King Piccolo uttered.
"What was it like?" Tambourine questioned.
"Like… killing innocent people…" King Piccolo replied. "… but on your lips!"
"Wow…" The nameks all uttered in awe.
"Aw, I'm jealous!" Cymbal sulked.

Frieza let out on angry sigh.
"Okay, fuck this. If that namek loser is scoring tonight, then I am too!" He growled, and looked over at Goku. "Goku! Get your super saiyan ass over here, now!" Frieza barked. Goku glared at Frieza and took a swig of his beer, then crushed the can in annoyance. He let out a sigh and approached the icejin.
"Frieza, I'm sick of telling you, so I swear to God this will be the final time. I'm not interested –" Goku was suddenly cut off by Frieza's tail crashing forcefully into his face in a bitchslap motion.
"Shut up, Monkey Scum." Frieza snarled. He grabbed Goku's shirt forcefully and pulled the saiyan into an aggressive kiss, wrapping his tail around Goku's throat and tightening his grip to cut off the saiyan's air supply. He dug his nails fiercely into Goku's clothing, cutting through the fabric to pierce Goku's skin while he furiously kissed the saiyan, and everyone in the room just stared at them in horror. Piccolo let out a weak groan before he lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.
"I'm really glad my mom is checking on Goten…" Gohan mumbled.

After a long, fierce kiss Frieza finally let go of Goku and pulled away, licking his lips in satisfaction. Goku took a step back, gagging as gasping for breath as he stared at Frieza with wide eyes and bruised lips.
"F-Frieza…" He gasped. "You… You were choking me!"
"Yes Goku, I was." Frieza nodded.
"I – I couldn't breathe!" Goku protested.
"Mm-hm." Frieza uttered.
"And –" Goku felt the area of his skin where Frieza had dug his nails into him. He looked down at his hands to see blood on his fingertips. "You pierced my skin!" Goku cried.
"I know." Frieza said. Goku paused, then looked at Frieza.
"How did you know I'd be into all that?" He asked.
"Oh my God…" Vegeta groaned, his face twisting in disgust. Frieza simply smirked.
"Oh come on, Goku. I'm the king of sadists, do you really think I don't know a masochist when I see one?" He said.
"… Well, you know I… I mean… if you promise not to kill anyone I could probably wish you back to life…" Goku mumbled sheepishly.
"Sorry, I can't do that." Frieza shrugged. "If you wished me back I would definitely kill people, and I would hurt them. Just like I would hurt you." He narrowed his eyes at Goku and flashed him a cold, wicked smirk. "Every. Single. Night."

Goku let out a whimper.
"Can you at least only kill bad people?" He pleaded.
"Okay!" Vegeta stepped between Goku and Frieza. "Kakarot, I'm gonna be a really good guy and pretend it's just the alcohol in you talking, now get the fuck away from Frieza!" He grabbed hold of Goku and dragged him away while Frieza blew Goku a kiss.
"Sorry, Pretty. I have to go." He purred.
"Wait… Don't go!" Goku cried, trying to break out of Vegeta's grasp. Frieza simply smirked, and then left with Cell.
"He's totally begging for it Frieza, why don't you just take him?" Cell frowned as they left the building.
"Because it's so much more fun leaving him wanting more." Frieza answered, and the two of them flew off into the night sky.

Vegeta looked at Goku in disgust.
"Kakarot, I cannot believe you!" He snarled. "Seriously, of all people – Frieza! You know what – I could just spit on you!"
"You could?" Goku asked, looking at him hopefully. "Please do."
"No." Vegeta coldly replied.
"Please!" Goku begged, falling at Vegeta's feet. "I'll call you Prince Vegeta?"
"No."
"Lord Vegeta?"
"Fuck off!"

A few minutes later Piccolo came round to see that all of the hell guests had gone except for King Piccolo and the mutants.
"Hey, Junior!" King Piccolo beamed and approached him. "Did you see that? I kissed a girl!"
"Yeah Dad, well done…" Piccolo sighed.
"Yeah I totally nailed that chick!" King Piccolo grinned.
"No you didn't, you just kissed her." Piccolo said.
"Isn't that the same thing?" King Piccolo blinked. Piccolo sighed again.
"No…" He answered. King Piccolo frowned in confusion.
"… Well what –"
"It's okay King Piccolo, we'll do some research on it." Piano promised.
"Yeah well hurry up, our date is tomorrow!" King Piccolo yelled. He looked at Piccolo. "Good to see you, Kid." King Piccolo uttered, and left with the mutants.

At that moment Chichi came back from checking on Goten.
"Oh, is everybody gone?" She asked, looking around the room. Everybody that was left looked at her with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. Chichi blinked in confusion. "What are you guys staring at…?" She questioned, and went over to Goku. "What happened?"
"Nothing, nothing." Goku answered. He took a swig of his beer, eyeing up Chichi. "… Hey so tonight can you wear black lipstick?" Goku asked, and Piccolo threw up again.

XXXXX

After the hell guests had gone home and those that were staying over had all gone to bed, Vegeta and Bulma were alone in their bedroom. Vegeta threw himself onto the bed, and let out a long sigh.
"Thank God that's over…" He growled. "Oh!" He looked at Bulma angrily. "Hey! What's the deal with inviting Yamcha to stay over? You know he's never gonna leave!" Vegeta barked.
"I know but I just felt so sorry for him…" Bulma replied. "Did you notice he didn't bring Puar with him tonight? And he didn't talk about him all night either."
"Yeah I noticed that…" Vegeta admitted. "I was gonna ask but then I thought… I kind of don't want to get into that conversation."
"I know, right?" Bulma said, nodding in agreement. "But I heard Puar's been drinking a lot lately."
"Well can you blame him? Didn't you break up with Yamcha for being a jackass?" Vegeta said. "I mean I know I'm a jackass too, but… you know. I've killed people. I've got the badass thing going for me."
"You totally have!" Bulma beamed as she removed her dress.

Vegeta looked at Bulma.
"Yeah, speaking of which…" He smirked, and used his ki to lift her up and pull her over to the bed.
"Hey – Vegeta, quit it!" Bulma whined.
"Oh shut up Bulma, you're lucky I'm not killing you after tonight!" Vegeta snarled and forcefully pushed her down onto her front, then tore off her underwear.
"Vegeta! S-Stop…" Bulma giggled, blushing. Vegeta clasped his hands around her wrists and pinned her down, leaning his weight onto her as he breathed against her ear,
"Say it like you mean it. I dare you."
"Vegeta…" Bulma moaned.
"That's Prince Vegeta to – … you…" Vegeta paused and started to sniff the air. "What the…?" He let go of Bulma and began sniffing around the bed, his ki steadily rising as his anger grew. "Frieza, Cell, Zarba, Piccolo, Gohan… Hey Bulma!" Vegeta roared, his entire body shaking with rage. "Why does our bed smell like all of our guests!" He sniffed again, and his eyes widened. "Oh my God I can smell my parents! Gross!" Vegeta leapt to his feet and frantically forms a ki ball in his hand, ready to set fire to the sheets when Bulma stopped him.
"Wait, Vegeta!" She cried. "Did you say it smelt like Frieza?"
"Yeah, Frieza and everybody else! It's disgusting!" Vegeta snarled.
"Well where does it smell like Frieza?" Bulma asked.
"I don't know, it's hard to tell! All over!" Vegeta protested.
"Really? Literally all over?" Bulma questioned.
"I don't know, it…" Vegeta sniffed again, and then pointed. "Over here the most, but –"
"Ooo!" Bulma exclaimed and jumped at the spot where Vegeta was pointing. She started writhing around on the bed, grinning to herself. "Lord Frieza!"
"… Okay, fuck this." Vegeta growled.

He went over to the bedroom door, opened it and yelled down the corridor,
"Hey Yamcha!"
"Yeah?" Yamcha called back.
"You wanna trade rooms?" Vegeta yelled.
"What? You mean – me sleeping with Bulma?" Yamcha questioned.
"Yep!" Vegeta replied.
"Don't you want to sleep with her –"
"No! No I do not ever want to sleep with Bulma!" Vegeta roared.
"Are you sure, Vegeta?" Yamcha replied cautiously. "Because the last time you said that she had a saiyan kid like nine months later."
"Just answer the damn question, do you want to trade rooms or not!" Vegeta barked.
"Okay sure, let me just get my nightlight." Yamcha answered.
"His what?" Vegeta thought to himself. "… Okay fine. By the way the bed smells like Frieza and pretty much everybody else that was here tonight, so have fun with that."
"Ew!" Yamcha wailed. "… Your mom as well?"
"Well…" Vegeta uttered. "Yeah, but I don't see why that's –"
"Aw, sweet! That's totally gonna help me out!" Yamcha exclaimed. Vegeta clenched his fists.
"Aw, that's not cool…" He seethed, and he screamed on the inside.

The End!

Songs featured:-
'Pokemon Theme Tune' – Pokemon
'Mean Green Mother From Outer Space' – Little Shop Of Horrors
'A Whole New World' – Aladdin
'Be Prepared' – The Lion King
'Wonderful' – Wicked
'Creep' – Radiohead
'Burning Bridges' – Bon Jovi

Author's Note:-
So I hope everybody liked the ending! I will possibly do a 'sort of' sequel just with a few 'deleted scenes' or some ideas that never made it into the final cut; I thought of a couple of Buu scenes a while ago but in the end I decided not to include Buu so I left the scenes out, but I will possibly post them at some point if enough people want it.
However, the next full party story will definitely be The Saiyans Generation 3 Christmas Party, which will be a similar layout to this but it will possibly include some other characters and of course the saiyan girls from chapter 8, for anybody who wants to see more of them!
And finally, for those of you who liked the King Piccolo/Frikiza pairing (which I LOVED! Eep!), they now have their own story! I've been putting it on hold while I finished off A Night Of Hell, but now that I'm finished here I'll give their story more attention, so stay tuned for updates of my King Piccolo/Frikiza fic, entitled Demonic Love.
And once again... thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it n_-