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Jason9000: Hello everyone! We're back with yet another chapter. I'm very happy you all like this story. I'd like to address a reviewer that caught my eye once again. And it's the one named 'King Piccolo': *Clears throat* Who gave you permission to leave Hell?! I haven't even got that far. Get back where I put you and be patient. Geez some people have no patience these days. Okay all kidding aside I hope you're already because King Piccolo is going to have to do something big to not have these villains cause a scene in his new castle.*
To say the look of bewilderment was something King Piccolo had looked forward to was an understatement. Frieza and Babadi especially looked like they were about to combust from anger on their faces. Gero's gang looked disgusted that they were in the room, while the others were shocked at the mere sight of him.
"You insufferable Namek what are you doing down here?! You had better tell me or I'll beat the information out of you!" Frieza yelled not regarding that Piccolo at his current level could throw him around as if he was nothing.
King Piccolo only chuckled at the threat. "I told you that you would mistake me for someone else. I don't fault you. My son and I look so much alike that it's hard to tell who is who," The Demon King responded.
"Calm down Frieza. This is not the Piccolo you know. This is the previous reincarnation of Piccolo. This is his father King Piccolo that once made the Earth a wasteland a couple hundred years ago," Dr. Gero said in distaste.
"Wait if he's the previous reincarnation of Piccolo, then how is he standing before us? Aren't they the same person?" Babadi asked looking confused.
"They should have been if he was reincarnated like how King Yemma turned the creature Majin Buu into the boy that Son Goku took to train for the past year. However, King Piccolo did not have sufficient time to put his entire soul into his son's body. That's why Piccolo Junior is not completely evil and eventually sided with Goku," Android 19 said.
King Piccolo grimaced for a moment before saying. "I underestimated Goku during our battle very similar to how most of you did when he fought you. Had I not sustained those wounds I wouldn't be standing before you today,"
"Regardless this was a waste of time. I have no desire to help someone with the strength of a weakling," Cell said turning to go.
"Oh, you think I'm a weakling do you?" King Piccolo asked him looking amused.
Cell didn't even bother to turn around and kept walking toward the door.
"While I have no interest in beating you to a pulp for wasting our time, I'll have you know Frieza, that Raditz could beat him with both hands tied behind his back," Cell called out.
If Frieza looked mad before it was nothing compared to now. A vein of his forehead appeared and kept getting larger by the second. Cooler was a bit angry, but Cold kept silent still surveying the situation knowing that this could be bait that King Piccolo was setting up for someone to take.
"You mean to tell me that I've had my time wasted by a worm?! I may be desperate to leave this insufferable pit, but I am not stooping so low as to bow my head to some maggot that has no power compared to me!" Frieza said extending his right hand towards King Piccolo.
"If we're going to fight I would prefer to take it outside. I don't want my throne room to be harmed during your failed attempt of attacking me," King Piccolo said grinning with a gleam in his eye.
"Shut it you worm! I've had enough of your mouth now you'll suffer!" Frieza proclaimed launching a powerful Ki blast at the Namek.
King Piccolo didn't bother moving and stood still just grinning. The attack hit him and he was covered by smoke.
"That will teach you your place when pretending to act all high and mighty in front of your superiors," Frieza said walking out following Cell.
Cooler and King Cold didn't follow since they had a feeling it wasn't over.
"If that was your best I suggest you give up Frieza. I really don't want to have my minions clean up your bloodied body since they have better things to do with their time," A mocking voice called from the smoke.
Both Frieza and Cell's eyes were wide. There was no way a weakling like him could have survived that!
They turned and instead of seeing him unconscious and very close to death he stood before them without a scratch. Not even his clothes bore a mark of damage.
Frieza stood there in shock wondering what trick this was before him. He then turned towards Cell in disbelief.
"I thought you said Raditz could beat him with both hands tied?!" Frieza questioned.
"I did. I'm guessing he's done some serious training since he died. I just didn't expect this much of a power increase. No matter I can take care of him for you Frieza," Cell said extending a finger to launch his own version of Frieza's Death Beam at him.
King Piccolo only yawned, openly mocking Cell. "I suggest you use your full power on this one Cell. That way you can be done with you all questioning my power. Think about it for a second. If I wasn't as strong as or stronger than Dabura, how in this pit could I have become the new Demon King of the Demon Realm?" He said looking at his fingernails.
For a second Cell did pause to think for a moment, but then realized that Dabura was rumored to be a lucky prodigy. No Demon King had his level of strength before Dabura came to power in the last few millennium. So what if King Piccolo was now stronger than Frieza? Compared to everyone else Frieza was pretty weak.
For added measure Cell did pour all of his strength into the beam and fired it off, aiming it at King Piccolo's forehead to shut him up.
For a second everyone watched as the beam traveled in a straight line towards King Piccolo. The towering Demon King only tilted his head to the side as if questioning what was going on.
Suddenly one of his eyes glowed and a laser shot out towards the beam. The laser was pushed back for a second before it shot straight through the Death Beam and moved into Cell's chest.
Cell wasn't aware he was bleeding till he felt a liquid hit his foot. He looked down and saw his own purple blood dripping onto his foot. His eyes widened in shock at what happened. He of course would regenerate in a few seconds since his design benefited more in Hell than in the mortal realm. Since he was already dead the laws of Otherworld were different than that of the mortal Universe. If someone lost a limb in the afterlife such as an arm it would reappear mere seconds later and the pain vanished. So instead of waiting around 30 seconds for his chest to regrow it was a mere five seconds since his regeneration sped up the process.
"Judging by your shocked expression you put all of your power into that move of Frieza's known as the "Death Beam" if I recall correctly," King Piccolo said.
The doors opened behind them and the pterodactyl like creature walked in with Tambourine in the rear.
"Now Dr. Gero, Android 19, Bibidi, and Babadi if you would, please accompany Piano to the war chamber. I want him to disclose a project I want to start with the four of you straight away and another one further down the road," King Piccolo said.
Two of the Android gang and the two wizards left led by Piano, looking shocked and trying to rethink if this was a bad idea.
"Tambourine, I would like you to show our honored guests to their rooms. I will speak with them tomorrow. King Cold please stay a moment I wish to speak with you alone."
The rest left wondering why King Cold was asked to stay behind. Cooler got angry thinking his idiot brother did something that may have stopped them from leaving Hell once and for all.
King Cold remained neutral. He simply stood with his arms folded looking at King Piccolo not saying a word. All of Cold's training told him to not show any emotion and to just survey the other for any obvious weaknesses.
Finally King Cold opened his mouth to speak. "I hope that my son didn't diminish your need for us? He is still very young by my species' standards. I will discipline him personally when I see him."
King Piccolo only smiled. "You can drop the act Cold. It's only the two of us so let's talk without the regular formal pleasantries. I simply wanted to say that out of all the people that I've seen in this room. I can almost trust you and you alone."
King Cold was caught off guard by that statement. Why was he revealing this to him mere moments after meeting him? It didn't make sense. Was he trying to show a weakness?
"I can relate to you alone, because you know how to operate an actual kingdom efficiently. So by logical choice you are the best candidate to place as my highest general despite the fact I know you'll eventually try to backstab me. I'll explain why. Your youngest son is basically the personification of 'spoiled prince'. Even a blind person that has spent more than two hours with him could see that. Your other son Cooler, while normally more composed has a habit of trying to one up Frieza. This is most likely from some inferiority complex you had a hand in while raising them both. Bojack while the most similar to the two of us, would rather destroy things for the Hell of it after being bored from ruling a star system. Cell would run around challenging and destroying everything he didn't deem perfect. No thanks to his creator that just wanted revenge by destroying the world and killing everyone thus making a kingdom out of nothing more than robots. As for Bibidi and Babadi they are most similar to Cell, but just want to dangle the idea of false hope to their victims. While I enjoy doing the same to my victims. There is still a time and place for it.." King Piccolo told him.
King Cold thought of his words for a moment. What he said was true. Most of the people here had no idea how to run a kingdom properly. Not only that, but most of them just wanted to destroy everything. While destruction does put fear into others to not rebel against those in power. Wanting to destroy everything in sight is not a good idea since eventually you'll be left with a black void of nothing. But, even Cold doubted there was anyone that could properly destroy the entire Universe within a lifetime unless they were biologically or magically immortal. There were vast parts of the Universe even he never got to annex.
"If I'm not mistaken I thought Demons craved nothing more than destruction. If we did bust out of here won't you eventually destroy the mortal Universe?" King Cold asked him.
"I'll admit that as a Demon I crave what you said. I miss seeing people die at my hands. The feel of their warm blood all over you and their struggling to cling to life while they despair from not achieving their goals. I and countless others down here have been suffering from withdrawal with the absolute need to kill someone is slowly driving us insane. Do you have any idea what it feels like to crave the death of anyone? To smell the corpses of those you killed?" The Demon asked leaning closer to him.
King Cold had to resist spitting out the bile in his throat. There was a reason why he never wanted to come to this part of Hell. These Demons were disgusting in every shape. If it weren't for this promised plan to escape he had wouldn't have shown up to begin with.
"Go you are dismissed. I will call for you tomorrow. I want to explain something to Dr. Gero's group to see if it possible. Good day to you King Cold." King Piccolo said.
King Cold begrudgingly bowed his head and walked out with another demon that was called to show him to his room.
The Demon King rose to leave, but paused a moment and looked up to his ceiling.
'Soon son you will return to me and together we will destroy all who stand in our way.' King Piccolo thought to himself before leaving his throne room.
*Jason9000: Okay we'll stop there. Next we'll go back to Piccolo and see how the others are doing on Earth. Cya next time everyone.*