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Jason9000: Hi guys, sorry it's been almost a month. Work is extremely tiring and makes it difficult to write if I'm not home and have access to my laptop. Since Goku and the others are busy training and I don't want to bore you with a chapter of them doing what they always do, we'll go back to Piccolo and the others in Hell.*

*Present Day. Location: Hell*

After being dismissed from his father, Piccolo decided to go seek out his brother Cymbal in the dungeons. He hadn't seen him in quite a while. With his father placing him in charge of the prisoners, down below, Piccolo rarely saw him. The job suited Cymbal. He had an insatiable desire for pain and torture, even for a Demon. Piccolo had yet to see him and he finally had a legitimate excuse to see him. If Bojack had a special cell designed for him, it would be best for him to know now.

Piccolo continued to walk down the steps noticing that the rooms were getting dimmer since the torches weren't casting much light. Thankfully he could see just make out the steps. He paused at the door leading to the cells. When he opened the door he thought his eardrums were going to explode from all the screaming.

He immediately slammed the door shut and started to rub his ears. He started to regret coming down here.

"Hey who are you? Why are you down here?" a voice asked him.

He turned and saw some armored guards walking toward him from a corridor to the left.

"I'm looking for my brother Cymbal. Have you seen him?" Piccolo asked the approaching guards.

The guards came into sight. From Piccolo's memories they were of the older generation of Demons that had inhabited the castle for centuries. While they didn't look old, he knew that some of them have been around since the foundations of the castle, but those were exceptionally rare. There were rumors that those that worked in the kitchen had actually participated in the Demon-Kai wars, many millions of years ago.

All four guards were armored with the now standard Planet Trade Organization armor. After the forces of the Cold family had started to take control of their old planets' in the past week, Daimaō had set a trade agreement between him and the Colds. In turn for the updated armor that the Colds would make, Daimaō had promised to let them regain their old empire and would send his forces to aid in the reconquering of planets once all of Otherworld was under Daimaō's control. Considering how massive Daimaō's forces were, the Colds immediately agreed since it could take them many years to take back their old provinces. With their combined strength, they were confident their campaign wouldn't take very long and they would profit from the new galactic market that likely emerged from the Colds' untimely demise.

The armor that the guards were wearing was the first of many shipments. Piccolo recognized it as the type of armor Raditz had worn when he fought him many years ago. The color though was different. Three of them wore a green/brown type of armor and the fourth was mostly white with gold shoulder pads. Piccolo swore he would never be caught dead wearing it.

"Prince Piccolo! Please forgive us! We did not know you were coming down here," the one wearing the white and gold armor said bowing to him and motioning to his fellows to do the same.

Piccolo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was one thing he couldn't stand. Ever since his father became the official Demon King and Piccolo was announced as his true heir. Every Demon with the exception of Piano, Tambourine, Cymbal, and Drum all bowed to him when they saw him. He didn't mind it in the throne room when he was with his father and they were in a meeting. However, it greatly annoyed him when he was walking down a hallway and some random Demon passing by stopped walking and kneeled down before they uttered praises to his name, before continuing on what they were doing.

"You're forgiven, now get up. From now on don't bow to me unless I'm in a meeting with my father or something else official. Now tell me, have you seen my brother Cymbal? I need to speak with him," Piccolo asked them.

"No sir, we haven't seen him all day. We were actually looking for him. Usually we see him in the morning in his office when he gives us our orders, but we've haven't found him," the guard told him.

"Where was the last time you saw him?" Piccolo asked him.

"Just before we left for the night. He was in one of the newer cells that were being constructed further below," the guard told him.

Piccolo looked at the door behind him and then opened his mouth to ask. "Is there any chance of me getting down there without losing my hearing?"

"Yes, follow us and we will show you the way," the guard said.

With that the guards all rose from their bowed position and led him back up the stairs that Piccolo had just walked down.

They led him back up the stairs and around down a corridor that Piccolo had passed by. It seemed to loop around the dungeons down below and came out on the other side. They led him down another set of stairs and out on the other side. They found another door that the leader of the guards opened and Piccolo found himself in an even darker room. Thankfully there wasn't anyone in here and Piccolo could pass through without tortuous screams assaulting his ears. They walked down the corridor for a bit till they found Cymbal standing in front of a cell muttering to himself about something.

"Sir, your younger brother, Prince Piccolo is here to see you," the guards told him.

Cymbal turned to the group. He nodded at his younger brother and then turned to the others saying. "Guards leave us."

The guards left with a group of "Yes sirs!" and retreated back up to where they came.

For a moment there was silence till Cymbal turned back to what he was doing. "So what do I owe the pleasure of father's 'golden child' to be here in my presence? Should I wash your boots while you're here? Or is that not good enough for father's prince?" Cymbal asked his brother mockingly.

Piccolo only growled at his elder sibling. "Look, I'm not here to fight with you, Cymbal. I don't know why most of you are angry with me. If you want to challenge me for the title of father's direct successor than meet me on the battlefield. Or are you too much of a coward to fight me openly?" He challenged his elder.

Cymbal only laughed at his younger brother's words while hitting the bars of the cell with his hands in certain spots as if testing it.

"Oh don't worry Junior, you don't have to worry about me trying to usurp you, I actually enjoy where I am. I'm not like our other countless siblings and other Demons that are thinking of trying to dispose of you. A word of warning, I suggest you have someone taste all of your water first. I think some are willing to try and poison you and then have a mass brawl break out after father's campaign over Otherworld. But, I digress…I suppose you're not here just to have this lovely conversation with your older brother?" Cymbal asked him.

Piccolo only growled at Cymbal calling him Junior, but made a note to be careful with what he drank in the future.

"You're correct; I'm down here, because I want to know if there is a special cell that you made for the traitor Bojack?" Piccolo asked him.

Cymbal only blinked looking confused at Piccolo's question.

"Bojack? Isn't he that weird green space pirate that always complained about everything? I was unaware that he defected from us. I never received any orders to make a cell for him. I've only been making cells in case we capture some of the strong fighter's from Grand Kai's planet." Cymbal told

Piccolo grimaced. He had hoped that there was a cell he could drag Bojack to. That was if he won the fight. He was aware of what Elder Kai's unlock abilities did to a person. He had seen it when he watched that Gohan person fight against Majin Buu. He had been charged on a reconnaissance mission with Tambourine and a few others. There were supposed to go see what was going on before moving to besiege the castle. Piccolo remembered watching the giant crystal ball and saw Gohan fighting the a new version of the monster Majin Buu that some had dubbed "Super Buu". From what he had seen, the Elder Kai's abilities were phenomenal to say the least.

Piccolo paused in his thoughts. For some reason whenever he thought of this Gohan person, his brain started to ache. It was like whenever he heard Cell mutter his name in hatred or when he was mentioned in a conversation; his brain felt like it was trying to remember something from a long time ago. It didn't make much sense. Why would he have this strange need to remember something?

Piccolo shook his head. "I'm not sure what father is thinking. It'll be tough to capture Bojack as it is. I'm just curious where he is going to go. I'm sure he won't be high up in father's chain of command after disrespecting him after father being so generous to him," Piccolo said.

Cymbal only shrugged his shoulders before speaking. "Your guess is as good as mine. I have no idea what father plans to do with him. Honestly I just hope that drunken pirate suffers. I never liked him. Why father recruited him I'll never know."

"Okay thanks Cymbal, I had better go. I want to get this over with as fast as possible. I get the feeling this is going to be difficult. Maybe if I'm lucky, he's drunk out of his mind so he won't have to fight him," Piccolo said sarcastically before turning to leave.

"Good luck little brother, I think you'll need it either way. If there's anything left of Bojack after father is done with him, please let me know," Cymbal called to his retreating brother's form.

"I will, but I doubt they'll be anything left of him if I do manage to drag him back here," Piccolo responded before leaving his brother to finish his work.

Piccolo walked through the castle back up the stairs and into the main hall. He decided to use the time to mediate to calm his mind before the struggle he knew he was going to endure. Also it would help pass the time while he waited from his father to send a messenger saying Bojack had been found on a hospitable planet and the wizards would increase Piccolo's strength.

He picked a corner in the room where he wouldn't be stared at for the next half an hour or so. He was silent and took a deep breath before entering his meditative state. He cleared his mind searching of all thoughts to remain calm. He then slowly reviewed all the moves he had in his arsenal. His multiform technique could be useful if he wanted to trick Bojack, but that would cut his power in half. He would have to wait till Bojack was tired from fighting. He couldn't afford to do that in the beginning of the fight. Perhaps if he could aim some Special Beam Cannons through his shoulders or his legs, Bojack may be too focused on the pain to notice Piccolo trying to trap him in the bottle.

Suddenly in his thoughts he saw a blurry image of something. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. So he decided to focus on the image, but it took a long while for it to try and clear out. From what he could see, it was someone small. It was a small child if his guess was correct. It was strange something inside of him was telling him that he knew who or what this child was.

Slowly he heard a voice calling his name saying "Prince Piccolo! Prince Piccolo!" He then felt himself being shaken awake.

He opened his eyes and saw some imp of a Demon standing below him. His gaze hardened and the imp recoil in fear.

"My apologies prince Piccolo, your father has requested your presence outside by the Door. He says that your mission is about to begin and I am to escort you there," The imp Demon said cowering below him.

Piccolo slowly stood up and stretched his legs for a second then gestured for the imp to lead him out towards the door.

Daimaō stood next to Bibidi and Babidi. His spies had finally pinpointed Bojack's location on a planet with a stable atmosphere for his son. While Bojack may have been able to survive in space, Piccolo was not able to. His biology only made it possible to breathe in certain atmospheres. From the report Bojack had decided to take a rest from in intergalactic killing spree. He seemed to be heading to the old capital of the Cold Empire and seemed to have in mind to set up his base there before the Colds returned.

"Are you both prepared for your spell?" Daimaō asked the both of them.

Both father and son nodded. They had brought a crystal ball similar to the one Babidi had on his ship years ago when he took over Vegeta's mind.

"Also remember, if I find out you even attempted to try and make Junior your slave with this spell or with the operation, I will personally feed you to one of my pet monsters," Daimaō threatened the two of them.

Both of them gulped and chuckled a little. They were aware of the danger that they were in down here. The wizards' weren't really sure how they were going to get out of here. They had planned to leave once Otherworld was captured as was the agreement they made with Daimaō, but now they weren't sure if the Demon King would keep his word.

"Ah, here he comes, right one time," Daimaō said seeing his son approaching.

Piccolo was flying behind the servant that Daimaō had sent to collect him. He could sense that his son was relaxed. Although Daimaō did detect a hint of confusion in his offspring but, the Demon King shrugged it off thinking it was more to do with his mission.

Piccolo landed in front of his father. He then bowed to him on one knee with the servant doing the same behind him.

"Rise my son, leave us imp!" Daimaō barked at the imp.

The thing shrieked and fled, not wanting to incur its master's wrath.

Piccolo rose to his full height and stood before his father and the wizards. He saw the crystal ball and nodded at the two wizards in understanding.

"I have at last located Bojack. He seems to have stopped on a planet to rest before he begins his assault on the Cold's home world. From what my spies have collected he wants to raise his old empire up before the Colds even return to the mortal Universe and challenge them for it. Now I cannot allow that since I need their resources and supplies to help protect my own warriors. Also they have more up to date knowledge of the vast areas of space than Bojack. You still have the bottle I gave you?" Daimaō asked his son.

Piccolo nodded and handed it over to his father. Daimaō examined it and saw that none of the markings were erased. He in turn nodded to the wizards.

"Before we begin we must warn you, this may be very painful for you. I've never tried this before without enslaving the person to my services. So this may not turn out well," Babidi told him.

Piccolo nodded again before speaking. "Let's just get this over with, I want to hurry up and beat the tar out of that drunken pirate. I never did like him," Piccolo said.

Both the wizards then turned to the crystal ball located on the ground. They focused their power and both of the Nameks saw it close in around Piccolo. Suddenly little ball of lights were forming around Piccolo. The younger Namek took a deep breath just feeling that this was going to be painful.

"Paparapapa!" both of the wizards shouted with their hands over the crystal ball.

Suddenly Piccolo felt his mind being assaulted. He gasped in pain and began to clutch his head and started to roll around the steps in pain.

Daimaō kept one eye on his offspring and the other on the wizards. He was ready to spring at them if sensed even the smallest bit of deception.

Suddenly red and purple lightening was sparking around Piccolo and a gold/grey light was shining from Piccolo's body.

Piccolo roared in anger and pain as he felt his body ache from the unnatural amount of strength suddenly exploding from him. His muscles bulged all over and his veins began popping out of his body. He clothes slowly disappeared and were changed. He lost his signature cape and turban. Instead of the purple gi had been wearing previously, his outfit had changed to a dark pale blue. It mostly resembled the old outfit he had when he fought Goku at the World Martial Arts Tournament many years ago just with his father's color. He had his own symbol on his chest, but his read "Demon Prince" instead of Demon King and the outline was a sickening green instead of blood red. His obi had stayed the same color though.

After what felt like an eternity to Piccolo, his body fell to the ground. His muscles then slowly stopped bulging and his veins faded away back into his body. He lifted his head up and put his hand to his face. Thankfully there wasn't that stupid M signature on his forehead.

He slowly stood up and flexed his arms. He felt much stronger than before. His confidence rose each time he flexed his arms and finally felt strong enough to give Bojack a proper challenge.

He looked down at his outfit with a questioning look on his face. He rose an eyebrow and looked back at his father.

"It is time you accepted your true role as my successor. Wear these clothes with pride and show the Universe who you are," Daimaō told him.

Piccolo didn't show any sign to his father's words. While he did feel a bit perturbed at the fact that he had his clothes changed in such a manner, he understood the order. It was either wear it or be severely punished later for showing disrespect toward not just his father, but to ever Demon Prince there were before him.

His father held his hand out to the Door and it slowly opened to a green valley. The door opened wider and they saw it led to a world with a yellow sun similar to the Earth's. Piccolo stepped forward and passed through the door unhindered. He turned to his father who only said.

"Come back with Bojack in the bottle, or you better pray I never find you."

"As you wish father," Piccolo responded back before the Door closed and faded from view.

He looked around trying to sense Bojack's energy. He searched for the biggest power on who he assumed was Bojack and found it almost across the planet.

"Well this ought to be interesting…" Piccolo mumbled to himself before taking off to confront the space pirate.

Bojack was lounging around not really doing anything. He was resting after his excursion with some of the Cold family's forces. He had taken great delight in beating the crap out of most of them. The fighter Recoome was the most amusing. All he did was shout his own name before attacking. The best was when he shouted "Recoome Beg!", then the so called 'elite' fighter of Frieza's started to cry, and beg for mercy before Bojack knocked them all out. He left them all there to send a message that he would be coming for the Colds if they stepped onto his old turf.

Suddenly he saw something glitter in the distance. He didn't remember seeing anything, but wildlife on this planet. Either he missed something or someone had arrived.

He slowly got up and dusted himself off. Perhaps this new person would give him a better form of entertainment than that last bunch of losers.

He saw the fighter getting closer and closer, finally the person landed.

Bojack's eye's widened when he saw it was the Demon King. His whole body shook in anger. How dare that freak confront him? He told him not to seek him out. Bojack wanted nothing to do with his plans. Well looks like he needed to be taught a lesson.

The Demon King landed in front of him. However, he looked a bit different. For one thing he didn't have the cheek bones he remembered, he was also shorter than before, and his nose wasn't hooked. It was straighter looking.

"Ah, what happened? Did someone hit you too many times in the face, causing you to shrink and disfigure your face?" Bojack asked

The Demon King growled threateningly at the space pirate before opening his mouth.

"In the name of my lord and king, Piccolo Daimaō, you're under arrest. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. If you do say the hard way, I'm going to enjoy beating the crap out of you."

Bojack blinked in a confused manner. "Wait a minute…are you saying you're not King Piccolo? How can that be? You look just like him unless…" he said trailing off.

His eyes widened in realization. "Are you kidding me?! You're the reason why he was so keen on attacking Earth? He just wanted to capture you and make him his pet servant?! That idiot! You're just a weakling! Son or no son, you're nothing compared to us! Why would he waste precious time on you?" The space pirate asked him.

If Piccolo was confused by Bojack's questions he didn't physically show it. He didn't have time to question the space pirate now. He would have to do so later.

"Let me show you who is weak!" Piccolo shouted at him powering up and punching him in the face.

*Jason9000: That's it for now. I hope you enjoyed. Looks like Piccolo's ready to confront Bojack and his fighting outfit has changed as well. Don't worry by the end he'll be back his regular outfit. For now just think of him wearing his father's outfit but the symbol is the one he gave Gohan when he gave him the sword which I guess is either King Piccolo's symbol or Piccolo's own. Also looks like Piccolo may stat remembering stuff with the blurred image of a certain someone you all probably know and Bojack's words near the end. Now I don't know when I'll update next. Work is rough with this heat. It drains me during the day and when I get home, I'm too tired to write anything. The sad thing is, I have all of these ideas bouncing around in my head of where this is going, but when I get home…I have no energy to do anything. Well hope you all had a great July Fourth weekend and if you don't celebrate it, have a great weekend.*