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Jason9000: Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. I know it's been a while since the last update. Let's just say college is hard. Today we're going back to Hell to see what the other villains such as Frieza, Cell, Cooler, etc. are doing while waiting for King Piccolo to call them.*
Frieza was standing in his room again. For the past week he had been roaming the castle looking around and studying the area. From what he had seen it was like one of the old castles he had seen looking up Earth before coming to destroy Goku. He wanted to see if the planet had any value to the galactic market, so as always he briefly reviewed the notes he had gathered by his probes in that specific solar system to determine its value. Why Cooler said he admired these dreary old buildings were beyond him. Every time he was looking at planets he would just stare at the pictures of old buildings after reviewing the planets he was going to conquer and then instruct his forces to keep these buildings intact. Once it was conquered he would visit the planet himself and spend hours examining these old castles and buildings.
From what Frieza could determine there wasn't much it was basically the same thing in every room that wasn't filled with demons that were sleeping. They always were creepy to look at. Some looked like Tambourine and Piano while others looked even stranger. Others just stared off into space as if waiting for some command. Frieza didn't care much since he hated being cooped up. The irony of it all is that he'd rather be back watching the Ginyu Force and the Armored Squad bickering over their poses than stay cooped up in a stuffy old castle.
His door opened and in walked his brother and father. They both looked calm and not agitated at all. He could understand his brother with his love of old structures, but why his father was calm he couldn't figure.
"Good morning my son, I trust you slept well?" King Cold asked.
"As well as one could when you're in a castle that smells of decay and mold, and stuck in Hell." Frieza said rolling his eyes.
"Even I'll admit that this place does smell, but you still have yet to understand the beauty of architecture, yet you wonder why everyone in the galactic market favored to buy my planets than yours. I at least valued a planet not just for its size, but also the works of the previous race that inhabited the planet. It's no wonder why I had more planets than you, and that's not factoring in that I've had many more years in the market before your came along," Cooler jibbed.
Frieza started to growl a bit. It was too early to be having an argument this early in the morning.
"Boys please if you start a fight now then I will have you stay here in Hell while the rest of us return back to living, for a period of time. Do I make myself clear?" Cold asked in a tone that sent chills down both Frieza's and Cooler's spine.
"Yes, father," They both said in union.
Despite the fact that they all have trained as much as they could in Hell to pass the time; the known faces of the Cold Empire still feared their father. Cell had once asked why neither Frieza nor Cooler try to dispose their father and become the unquestioned ruler of their empire and have absolute power in the Universe, but both of them only shook their heads and said they wouldn't be stupid enough to openly challenge him to combat. They were still young by their race's standards, and they only were trained by their father in his second form. After their father deemed them ready they were given the right to go out and make names for themselves in the galactic market with their father's supervision from the shadows. By doing so Cold was able to make sure his sons didn't go around and destroying things without a cause since they had violent tendencies to kill things without thinking of the consequences whenever angered.
"Now come along boys. King Piccolo has called us to meet with him again. I believe he wishes to discuss exactly how to get out of this pit," King Cold told them leading the way out.
They both followed their father not saying anything on the way to the council chamber as Cooler dubbed it.
When they got there they found a massive round table waiting for them with guards stationed outside their doors. The Cold family saw the others waiting for them. Frieza at first was confused as how Cell could sit since his wings looked like they couldn't allow him to sit on any chair. He examined the chair closer and saw that he was sitting up as straight as his body would allow. His wings seemed to be going over the back of the chair; however, he still looked a bit agitated and was glaring at Dr. Gero's direction.
The three galactic overlords sat next to Bojack. Cold sat directly on the right to Bojack with Cooler on his right following Frieza, on Bojack's left was the wizard Babadi and his father, next to Frieza was Dr. Gero, Android 19, and finally Cell. The seat between Bibidi and Cell was empty so everyone figured that was where King Piccolo was going to sit.
After waiting two minutes the doors opened and King Piccolo walked in with Piano behind him. King Piccolo was looking over something for a moment before giving it back to Piano nodding. Piano bowed to his king and then left with the guards closing the doors behind him.
King Piccolo sat down in his chair looking around before speaking.
"Good morning my friends, I trust that you are in good health this morning?" He asked.
No one responded since everyone knew the answer was the same.
"Before we begin I would like to voice a question," Cooler asked.
King Piccolo looked towards him and nodded for him to continue.
"Why is this table round? I have seen many different shapes for meetings such as these on different planets, but I have never seen a round table. Is this an Earth custom that we of space are not familiar with?" He asked.
"I believe I can guess the answer. If I am correct I'm guessing this is based off of the so called 'Round Table' from the legends of King Arthur?" Cell asked.
"You are correct Cell. Despite my hatred for humanity I tried to get an understanding of them, and I actually only praise them for one thing: the idea of equality amongst those with a common goal. Since we are all equals in the goal of escaping this pit. I do not want to give the idea that I favor one of you over the others. All of you represent specific elements that are invaluable. Bibidi and his son Babadi represent that magic can create and augment some of the most powerful creatures in the Universe, Dr. Gero demonstrates that science can create unique creatures with abilities that maybe inaccessible to "normal" beings, Bojack and the royal Cold family for having knowledge on how to run an intergalactic empire, and myself for knowing the inner workings of Hell when I ascended the throne as the true Demon King," King Piccolo said.
"Now if we don't have any other questions I'd like to begin this meeting," King Piccolo said.
"As you know we all have tried many different ways for trying to escape here. Some have tried to fly through the sky, yet they hit a massive invisible barrier that pushes the person down with extreme force. No matter how powerful one soul or many others may be they simply cannot escape. Another example is by torturing the ogre guards for information, but Cell, Frieza, and King Cold showed that if they are seriously overpowered Yemma just sends his fighters from Otherworld to deal with us. A third way out is through a cave near the blood pound. However, this exit only leads to King Yemma's desk, so he would know immediately that someone is trying to escape and send us back down. Despite the fact that King Yemma is not strong fighting wise his power over the rules and regulations of Otherworld make him a difficult opponent for a dead person to face head on," King Piccolo told them.
The others nodded in agreement. Even though Pikkon fought Frieza, Cell, King Cold, and the Ginyu's over eighteen years ago it was still a sore subject for them to discuss and always make them angry at how they were beaten when they were very close to finding a way out of here.
"Bibidi you have been here the longest out of all of us. Do you know any other way out of here?" King Piccolo asked.
The elder wizard closed his eyes in deep thought.
"Is it possible for two people with great telepathic abilities of the same species with their mind to create a gateway by connecting their ki energy. The problem is the amount of time it takes to form one. Also both users cannot move a muscle or the gateway will close. I've only heard rumors of it and have never seen anyone apply it," Bibidi said.
King Piccolo nodded.
"I have heard rumors of that from demons that have been around for many millennia. I don't think we can try it this way. None of us have any relatives or friends we are close with that are still alive. Had I known of this technique I would have done it with my son prior to the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament and have his older brothers train with him to destroy Goku. It wasn't until when he fought Cooler when I discovered that technique. By then I could no longer establish any link with him without great mental strain that left me exhausted for many days," King Piccolo said.
"Well then pray tell. How are we going to get out of here?" Bojack asked voicing his opinion for the first time. "You said that you could get all of us out of here. I'll be very angry if you were lying to us," The space pirate said glaring at the Demon King.
King Piccolo only grinned.
"There is one way that could work. One of which has never been told to or found by those that are not demons, but first a history lesson is needed to understand it. It begins many millions of years ago when the Demons were still around in the mortal Universe." King Piccolo began.
For the next hour he went into detail of how the Supreme Kais waged a long and bloody war against the Demons before sealing them into Hell, and how the Supreme Kais had to create a door they could summon to lock them up. Many millennia later the Demon Lords discovered they could send out the lower minions to scout and see if they could find a way back into the mortal Universe besides using the door.
"Unfortunately since we're stuck in Hell no dead demon can leave this place without Yemma and his bunch knowing what's going on. Only those that are still alive can go through the doorway," King Piccolo said.
"Even if we do send out some drone you still haven't explained how we're getting out of here," Frieza said.
"Simple young prince, I will send someone that has a small enough power level at the moment to go and collect the Dragon Balls and wish us all back to life. Since most of our bodies have been destroyed beyond repair we will just lose our halos here and then Cell will use his instant transmission technique to get us all out of here to the planet where the Dragon Balls have been activated. From there we can begin the next phase of my plan," King Piccolo told him.
"If I may interrupt for a moment I'm going to guess that you mean the Namekian Dragon Balls? From my understanding the Dragon Balls of Earth can only wish back those who have been dead for a year that wasn't from natural causes and we've all been dead for quite some time," Dr. Gero said.
"No we cannot risk going after the Namekian Dragon Balls at the moment. Considering that you all have gone missing for quite some time. Word of it has probably reached King Yemma and he most likely alerted the Kais of the galaxies. Unlike the Supreme Kais' these "regular Kais" so to speak deal with the common occurrences in Heaven, Hell, and in Otherworld. While King Yemma may be the enforcer of the dead; these kais are the ones that make up most of the rules. For now we will have to wait a long while before we go after any set of Dragon Balls," King Piccolo responded.
"Well if we're not going after either sets of dragon balls then what set are we going after? My data says there are only two sets in existence." Android 19 asked.
"Do not worry. I will explain when we are revived and safely out of here. I just need to speak to my agent and he'll be out by the end of the day," King Piccolo said.
"How long do you think it'll take for him to locate and recover this third set of Dragon Balls?" Cooler asked.
"It depends on how cautious those that guard them are. It could be from this time tomorrow to at the most two weeks. However, after speaking with our esteemed wizards and scientists. We will have to wait close to six months before we are revived. One of the projects they're working on will take a while. I would rather have it be completed before we're alive," King Piccolo said.
The others looked a bit disgruntled but didn't say anything. King Piccolo could see that their patience was wearing thin and he was enjoying every minute of it.
"You keep making all of these promises and claims. How do we know you won't stab us all in the back when we break out of here?" Dr. Gero asked him.
"Simply my colleagues I only desire revenge against Son Goku and to have my son take his rightful place at my side. I have everything I could want here except being alive and having a way to open a portal from here to the mortal Universe. I don't care what the rest of you do. You could conquer various parts of the Universe for your own. I only ask you this: once we have had our revenge and are alive again you allow my followers to go and attack whatever planet I send them to. I'm sure I don't need to remind you that we demons have an insatiable thirst for death and destruction," King Piccolo told them.
Most of the others grimaced at the thought. None of them wanted to deal with a bunch of demons that were hungry for blood. Besides the Universe was a massive place. Even if Bojack and the Cold family ran two empires side by side, they were parts of space they doubted they would ever get to. Unless they all became immortal.
"Well unless anyone else has any other questions I deem it time to adjourn this meeting," King Piccolo said.
No one said anything and remained silent keeping their thoughts to themselves.
With that King Piccolo got up and left. The others slowly filed out going where they wanted. The last to leave the table was Bojack, who was simply sitting with his eyes closed thinking this entire plan over.
He didn't trust the Demon King at all. He remembered dealing with a couple of them when he was running his empire. He found various colonies of them through his sector of the galaxies. Most of them weren't that strong, but it still was hard to deal with their constant need for destruction. They even tried several times to attack planets he specifically told them not to. In the end he dealt with them himself and nearly destroyed them all before they fled.
Bojack got up and walked out deciding he'd play along for now, but once he was alive again he'd leave and not have any further contact with the Demon King.
*Jason9000: Well that should do it for now. I'm sure you can all guess what King Piccolo's talking about with the third set of Dragon Balls.