*(Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT. All characters and places associated with the Dragon Ball series belong to their own respected creators and I have not used them to make any profit in any shape or form.) *

Jason9000: Hello all. Hope you're well. I'm not going to lie to you all and say that I thought I was grasping at straws. I saw some people favorite this story which I thank profusely, but I didn't get one review. Not one for almost full month. Reviews are fuel people. Reviews are what keep me going so I know that someone is interested in this story. And I would like to personally thank Chemistry-Deaf for leaving all of those reviews. You are the whole reason why I've written this entire chapter in the span of three days. Before this was just sitting on my laptop just waiting for me to get some motivation. You provided all the motivation I needed. So without further delay here is the chapter that will bring every side up to speed.*

Piccolo walked up the stairs out of the dungeon. He was walking slowly since he was exhausted from battling Bojack. The space pirate pushed Piccolo to his limits and to be honest he wasn't sure how he beat him. He kept playing the fight in his mind and he still was trying to figure out how he won. He shrugged it off. He was too tired to think too long on this. He'd go over the details later when he didn't feel so exhausted. For now he needed a lot of water…and some eight hours of quiet meditation. He hoped that his father wasn't going to call for him to go fight Bojack again or anyone else close to his strength right now. He didn't think he could go one round with anyone.

He trudged up the stairs with his body finally getting over the adrenaline rush and he felt himself getting more tired. Now he was feeling a strange headache coming on. It kept growing more and more by the second.

'I had better drink a lot of water. I could also be dehydrated which could explain the growing headache. I think I'll get myself a whole pitcher of cool water.' Piccolo thought wearily to himself.

He paused in the main hall as he was trying to determine the fastest route to the kitchen and to his own room so he wouldn't have to deal with his father's subjects getting into his way.

"Well, well look who's still alive. I'm surprised Bojack didn't kill you. Half of us expected to see a halo above your head and to have you walk in pouting like a child," A familiar voice said behind Piccolo's back.

Piccolo turned around and saw his older brother Drum standing with a smirk on his face. He was clad in the Planet Trade Organization armor. He looked quite ridiculous in it and Piccolo almost laughed in his older brother's face.

"At least I don't look like some strange clown in his own clothes," Piccolo retorted.

Drum glared at him. "You won't be laughing when you're forced to wear this," He said.

"The day I am forced to wear this, is the day I'll throw myself down into that pit of fire underneath this castle and stay there for a month," Piccolo responded.

"And I'm sure you'll have more than half of our brothers watching you suffer for their amusement. Bass will probably be in the front and may push you in," Drum said.

"Don't bring him up. I can't stand him. He's been jealous ever since I've been crowned as father's second. I don't know what he's complaining about. He's in the exact position he's wanted. I remember him droning on and on about how he wanted to be able to command father's forces under you. You're supposed to be the Grand General of the Army and him your Lieutenant General. Why is he so upset?" Piccolo asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine. He's been acting like this for the past couple of days. Perhaps he's just anxious since he's leading the attack on the Earth," Drum said.

Piccolo blinked at his statement. "Wait he's leading the attack on Earth? Where are you going to be?" Piccolo asked.

"I'm the one that's leading the attack on Otherworld. Most of our father's forces are gathering at the Check-In station. While you were unconscious, most of our race returned from their jaunt out among the stars. Needless to say they were quite satisfied with terrorizing the Universe. Now they want to conquer all of Otherworld and destroy the Earth's forces just to continue their little killing spree. I don't remember seeing them this reared to do anything ever since I came down here," Drum said shrugging his shoulders.

"I thought father was going to wait till those do-gooders 'upstairs' were taken care of. Shouldn't he keep his armies here to overpower Earth with sheer numbers? They're strong, but there is no way they can overpower trillions of people coming at them at once. Why did he change his mind and leave his own castle unprotected? He better not be getting arrogant again," Piccolo said.

"How should I know? I just do what he says. Not all of us get the honor of questioning his orders out loud. Speaking of which, you should be careful. You're toeing the line as is with you questioning his rule. You may be next in line for the throne, but keep it up and you'll be Cymbal's next plaything in the dungeon," Drum said.

"As powerful as father is, he still needs to stop thinking he holds all of the cards. That's what caused his last two downfalls. He thought he would win with no opposition, but someone came along and stopped him twice. I at least, after my first defeat, sought to change my tactics and hold the possibility that I could have lost against Goku. This turned out to be true to my ultimate displeasure. If I had my way, I'd focus directly on Otherworld first and then go after the Earth once the troops were rested and ready to go," Piccolo told him.

"Then why not challenge father for the throne? If you're so sure of yourself, why not take him head on and dispose of him?" Drum asked raising a scaly eyebrow.

Piccolo gave him a look that plainly said 'You must be pretty stupid for suggesting that'.

"That question had better be rhetorical, because I am not answering that. You just made Cymbal look smart and that's saying something," Piccolo.

"Sorry I should have worded that differently. At your current level of strength, could you have challenged father before he went to visit the Supreme Kais?" Drum asked.

Piccolo closed his eyes in thought and began thinking. Silence was his speaker as he wracked his brain for clues. Could he have defeated his father? He wasn't sure. It was many years since he and his father had fought each other. It was strange for some reason his mind could only bring up a vague memory of him fighting Raditz all those years ago. For some reason it didn't feel as real as before. His mind felt like it was warring with itself and it was causing him a bigger headache.

"Perhaps, but to be honest I'm not sure. I have no desire to challenge him. I don't want the throne right now. You think I want the responsibility of trillions of people to look to me for guidance? No, I have no desire to rule at this moment in time. Not when we're so close to victory. A civil war right now would only aid our enemies and destroy all of our hard work," Piccolo said.

Drum merely grunted at his older brother and sighed. "Well I've wasted enough of your time, I best be off. I need to go and lead our father's forces to victory," Drum said leaving.

"Show those fools why they shouldn't have cast us out and left us to rot. Show them the meaning of absolute terror and fear," Piccolo said grasping his brother's shoulder.

Drum responded doing the same action and then walked toward the front door and leaving.

Piccolo walked by the kitchen and saw one of the designated servants that served food.

"Hey you, I want you to bring a full pitcher of cool water with a cup to my chambers within the next five minutes," Piccolo called out to him.

The Demon flinched and snapped to attention. He turned and saw Piccolo shouting at him. He looked terrified and bowed to him. "At once my Prince!" He quickly ran off inside the kitchens to do as instructed.

Piccolo began the walk back to his chambers in one of the highest towers. When they took control of the castle, Piccolo immediately scouted the upper-levels for residence. He didn't want to be close to all of the noise down below. He finally picked one that had an open window that went around the entire room. Many Demons questioned why he chose to isolate himself, but most of them chalked it up to him wanting to mediate in peace. Only Piccolo's hand-picked servants were allowed there. He trusted very few people, since he had a target on his back bigger than himself when he was crowned Prince of the Demon Realm. Besides his servants, his father and his brothers that consisted of those that helped Daimaō in his second campaign of the Earth were allowed up there to visit him. Anyone else would be found dead hundreds of feet below on the ground. No exceptions unless Piccolo specifically called for them.

Piccolo opened the door and took in his surroundings. It looked recently cleaned by his servants from the look of it. Unlike everyone else, he loathed messes and made sure his place was cleaned once a day. Even though the cleaning only happened for an hour or two, every day at what would be noon if there was a sun down in Hell; his cleaning servants would come up and clean it.

Piccolo's hand went to grasp his turban and put it on the hanging rack by the door, but his hand only grasped air.

'I've seriously have got to remember I don't wear that anymore. I should probably get rid of that now since it's useless,' Piccolo thought to himself.

His room consisted of a bookcase with some old books that mostly contained battle strategies, myths and legends from the Demon-Kai war, and the occasional mystery book. There was a bed in the corner, but that was mostly used for when Piccolo was unconscious from fighting someone, but didn't need much medical attention. Candles littered about the walls here and there. He didn't really need to light them too much, unless he wanted to enter deep mediation for a few days to calm himself down from an earlier event.

Today was one of those days. He created a small flame in his hand. The only benefit of being a Demon was the ability to create and manipulate fire with ease. Other beings had a very hard time creating fire itself. He remembered hearing a rumor that the Saiyan Prince Vegeta could create a small flame, but that was the extent of his abilities with fire. He slowly lit the candles and they brought light to his tower.

Usually when the others saw the topmost tower light up like this, it was a signal saying don't go near the prince. Only the suicidal went up to disturb the Prince. Only his father came up to disturb him when he was meditating. He nearly ripped Tambourine's wings off once for trying to play a joke on him and broke Piano's beak so bad, he couldn't speak for two months (Although everyone thought this was an added bonus since not many liked him anyway).

There was a knock at the door. "Enter," He called out finishing lighting up the candles.

The servant he told to bring him water was there. He looked nervous since he saw the glowing of the candles from behind the door. A part of him must've been scared. Piccolo grinned at himself at how easy it was to frighten others sometimes.

"Place the pitcher and the cup down on the table there, and then you may leave," Piccolo told him while pointing to a small table near the center of the room.

The servant bowed to him and put them both down. He turned to him and hesitantly asked Piccolo a question. "Is there anything else you will need sir?"

Piccolo was about to tell him no when Cymbal's voice echoed in his head 'A word of warning, I suggest you have someone taste all of your water first…'

Piccolo paused and glared at him. "Yes, I want you to drink some of it in front of me now," He said.

The Demon blinked at the request. "How shall I drink the water your majesty?" The Demon asked.

Piccolo held out his hand and conjured a cup out of thin air. "Drink with this," He said handing a small cup to him.

The Demon nodded and poured some of the water in the cup. He drank some of it quickly and waited. For a few minutes they both stood there in silence. The poor Demon felt confused at this. He was never asked to taste water or food for anyone before. He had heard at some points his 'employers' would ask this in case they thought someone was plotting against them.

"I do not feel any different sir, will that be all?" He asked Piccolo.

Piccolo nodded. "Just place your cup on the table, I will dispose of it later. You may leave now and don't disturb me," Piccolo said pointing again to the table.

The servant bowed and left. Piccolo watched him leave and heaved a sigh. Perhaps he was just jumpy from his fight and just overreacting. His hand grabbed the pitcher and filled his cup up. He placed the half-filled pitcher down and started drinking slowly.

The cool water felt good to him. He slowly felt himself relax and his body immediately started absorbing the rich nutrients his body desperately craved. He lowered the cup and paused to take a breath. He finished his cup full of water and placed it down. He decided to finish the rest of the water later. If it was too warm, he'd just go get some himself from the kitchen.

Piccolo walked to the middle of the room and entered into his meditative state. He heaved a deep sigh and genuinely smiled, letting his body relax as he entered into his mediation.

The Demon servant was walking back down to the kitchens. He was about to walk back in when the door opened and the captain of the dungeons walk through with some food on a plate.

"Let me guess, you had to take water up to the Prince? I'm surprised you survived. Mostly he kills anyone that goes up to his precious tower even with his permission," The captain said trying not to spill his food on his white and gold armor.

The servant visibly gulped and began to sweat as the captain walked away laughing at the poor Demon's expense.

*Eight hours later*

The Planet Trade Organizations leaders, the Androids, and wizards were outside of the castle in a cave near the mountain base that was behind the castle. After Daimaō had tortured Bojack, Cell had sent a psychic message to the others. He told them to meet them to meet him in a cave away from the castle where they could discuss their precarious situation.

Cell arrived first and created a fire. Using the Magic Materialization from Piccolo he was able to conjure up some logs and used a generic Ki blast to make a small fire. There he waited as one by one the other members of his group filtered in. First his creator Dr. Gero arrived followed by his brother Android 19. Soon the wizards came. They both added a spell to keep the fire feeding off of oxygen and to hide themselves from unfriendly eyes. Anyone that walked by wouldn't see the fire or hear anyone in the cave. Dr. Gero then volunteered to wait outside for the Colds. Soon they came one by one in ten minute intervals. The cave was large enough to hold all of them. Cooler sat near the fire opposite of Cell. The wizards and Android 19 were at the entrance watching in case someone snuck by. Dr. Gero, Frieza and King Cold were at various corners in the cave.

After a while Cell broke the silence. "Gentlemen, I believe we all know why we're here. We have a problem that if we don't confront, we'll all end up like Bojack or worse," He said poking the fire with a stick.

"And how pray tell could it be worse? We're trapped in a corner. Even if we do what Daimaō says, we'll never be really free of him. Even if we all do gain immortality, we'll have to cater to his whims. What if he wants to expand his empire into my family's territory? How can we hope to combat his forces? We may have most of the north galaxy under our thumb, but there aren't enough people to combat all of the dead," King Cold said.

"It can always be worse father; I'm trying to forget what Daimaō did to Bojack. Having to watch him torture Bojack for two hours straight was disgusting. He was expecting Bojack to defect so he had him planned out from the start. But, if we screw something up really badly? I'd rather be in Bojack's position now then what we'll be in if Daimaō catches us," Cooler said.

King Cold grunted at his son's point and stared at the small fire. "So what's our plan then? Just sit here and wait for that stupid Demon's beck and call. I don't want to be that revolting brute's servant for the rest of my life, immortal or not," Frieza said.

"Well we can't kill him so we have to throw that out of the way. That last wish on the three sets of Dragon Balls made sure of that. Unless we can somehow get all three sets and summon the Dragons, we're still stuck here. I don't even know where he hid them. I've searched around without trying to arouse too much suspicion. Do any of you know where he may have hid them?" Dr. Gero asked.

Everyone shook their heads. None of them had any idea where Daimaō hid the Dragon Balls. They could be anywhere in the castle.

"How long could you use this concealment spell? Perhaps we could use it to search the whole castle?" Cell asked Babidi.

The wizard shook his head. "Our magic is blocked off, we can't seem to use too much of it. We can do almost anything we want in the lab, but outside anything we do is useless. I tried using a concealment spell in the lab and walking out, but it was broken as soon as I walked out the door," Babidi said.

Frieza shook his head in frustration. "This is ridiculous; everything we do just doesn't work. There must be something we've missed. Something we've overlooked up till now," The young space prince said.

Nobody said anything. "I guess for now we just play his game as planned. Once we've taken down Goku and the others we'll turn our focus to stop being Daimaō's slaves. I suggest we head back now. We've been gone long enough. If Daimaō notices that we're gone, we may be Bojack's cell mate," Bibidi said.

King Cold left first and slowly one by one in five minute intervals everyone filtered out. Finally Cooler and Frieza were the last in the cave. Cooler was still sitting by the dying fire and Frieza was across from him.

Cooler sighed standing up. "At any rate little brother, I suggest for now we watch our backs. Last thing we need is to be back stabbed by someone just to throw Daimaō's trail off of them. I don't trust any of the others," He told him as the fire was dying to embers.

"Yes well at least after we've dealt with those monkeys, everyone will fall into their proper place. Wouldn't you agree big brother?" Frieza asked him with a smirk.

Cooler's eyes narrowed. "I suppose so…hopefully our men won't fall to fighting amongst themselves once we've returned. We've allowed them some freedom in our absence, but we cannot allow them too much. Otherwise they'll start rebelling against us," Cooler said slowly.

"Oh I wasn't talking about our minions. I was speaking closer to home Cooler," Frieza said looking at his fingernails.

Cooler glared down at his younger brother. "Tread carefully little brother…just what are you implying?" Cooler asked with a warning tone in his voice. The fire between them was almost dead. They could barely see each other at this point.

"Oh, just that once the monkeys and their friends are taken care of, I'll be taking my place as father's favorite again. It's no secret that you're a disgrace to this family Cooler. Sure you may be amongst the strongest of our race, but for one of the royal family? I think the only reason father has kept you around for so long was, because you could exploit the people around you to increase your pathetic stature," Frieza said.

The fire burned out completely and the only thing visible in the cave was Cooler's blood red eyes. Frieza started walking around his brother toward the exit.

"Yes, soon you'll be nothing more than another worm under my boot. I can-" Frieza began before being interrupted from his monologue.

Something had wrapped itself around Frieza's neck holding him in the air. He struggled for a second, but was promptly thrown against the wall of the cave.

Cooler's eyes were before him and they gave up a glow of pure rage. They lit up Cooler and Frieza's bodies. Cooler's tail was wrapped tightly around Frieza's neck. Frieza tried to pry his brother's tail from his neck so he could breathe, but it wouldn't budge. He quickly began charging a Death Beam in his fingers, but Cooler grabbed his wrist and began applying pressure to his hands. Frieza stopped charging his attack as his hands began to hurt from Cooler's restraint.

"Listen to me you little shit! You and I both know the ONLY reason as why you've been ahead of me, is because you never ONCE had to go through HOURS and HOURS of lessons from father and those tutors! You never ONCE had to learn history, politics, etiquette, manners, business, science, and everything else I went through, because you were second born! For years you moaned and complained of how father mistreated you! And right now I am done with you!" Cooler yelled at him.

Frieza began thrashing his body around, trying his best to stop Cooler from squeezing his throat, but it only aggravated the older sibling and his grip tightened.

"So listen and listen well brother. Unlike you, I didn't have the luxury to WHINE and BITCH about how hard and grueling my pampered life was. Sure you got some schooling, but your track record in the galactic market shows that you were too STUPID and ignorant to pay attention to the teachers you didn't have killed. I was the one that got the training of becoming father's successor. SO one day you stupidly decided to become a powerful brute and train the BARE MINIMUM needed to walk around without accidentally blowing up the area around you in your true form, because YOU lacked the brain cells to get his attention. ONLY, when you beat me in that sparing match ALL those years ago did father ACTUALLY start paying attention to YOU!" Cooler roared.

Frieza's eyes were watering since he couldn't breathe and he could tell that if he didn't get out of this soon, he'd be unconscious or worse.

"Don't think I didn't know of your PLAN. Why else would you GO to Namek and look for the Dragon Balls? To gain immortality to best father and defeat him? Please, you would have gladly waited like the perfect little PRINCESS that you are till he croaked and then TAKEN his place. I know it was, because you were afraid of ME. You knew I was hiding SOMETHING from you. It ate you up every day. Almost as much as the Super Saiyan story. This is my LAST warning to you FRIEZA! If I hear of you conspiring against me, if I even FEEL that you are trying to topple me in SOME form, I will END your existence. No set of Dragon Balls combined will even bring back a TRACE of you after I'm done with you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Cooler thundered as he brought Frieza closer to his face.

Frieza's eyes were seeing black spots. He could barely see Cooler in front of him. He weakly punched, kicked, pushed, and did anything his brain could think of to get away from his brother, but it was to no avail.

Just when he was about to black out Cooler let him go and he fell to the floor gasping for air and rubbing his throat.

Cooler left the cave without another word and Frieza for the first time in many years considered his older brother as a true threat.

Piccolo had been meditating for a while now. It was calm and quiet. Just the way he liked it. It was times like these that made his job the more bearable. Here he was in a calm environment, recuperating from his battle in peace without interruptions.

For a while now Piccolo, felt something in the back of his mind. Almost as if his subconsciousness was trying to tell him something. It was faint at first, but slowly over these long hours, it was getting stronger in his head. Every time he tried to find the source, it felt like a giant wall pressing against his face.

At times he could swear he could hear two faint voices calling his name. They felt familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on where they came from. One person felt like a very old version of him and the other felt almost like his twin.

Piccolo felt puzzled, he didn't have any twin siblings. And the only person that felt like an older version of him was his father…and Kami…

Piccolo paused for a minute in thought. If this was Kami trying to contact him, why would he? He should be up somewhere in Heaven, probably trying to stop Hell taking over. There would be no value in him trying to contact Piccolo at all.

Although…perhaps this could work to Piccolo's advantage. Maybe he could perhaps invade Kami's mind and figure out what the Kais were planning. He smiled. Yes, this could work out for his benefit.

He went deeper into his subconsciousness and tried to contact Kami to lure him in. His plan was to make it seem like Piccolo wanted to defect, but in reality he would trap the old Namek into his subconscious and either have Kami come down into Hell, or be left in a paralysis like state of eternal pain.

He spent the next hour trying to get past this wall. He tried every approach he could think of; increasing his mental Ki energy, overpowering it with thoughts, and even stretching his mind to its limits to confuse this opposing force, but nothing could be done.

Finally Piccolo found a way through this barrier. It was simple really and he cursed himself for overlooking it. His mind pressed up against the barrier and began to act like it. For a long while he pretended to be part of the barrier. Whoever put this mental shield up must be either really stupid or overlooked this situation. Slowly he felt himself move through the barrier, never once betraying his true purpose. Finally after what felt like hours he was through.

His mind turned away from the barrier and searched for Kami. He was about to call out when he felt himself being hit in the head and he fade into unconsciousness.

Daimaō had called his guests to his throne room. Bibidi had said he sensed someone probing the magical defenses around Otherworld. He and his son spent time trying to find the intruder. Finally they narrowed it down to a witch on Earth. Dr. Gero had deduced that it was most likely the Fortuneteller Baba. So Babidi was able to 'allow' her to find a loophole. In reality she was just going to teleport the Supreme Kais onto the Grand Kai planet and the other presumed eight others down into the throne room. The lights were dimmed since Daimaō had a flavor for theatrics which surprisingly even the Colds were irritated with.

Bibidi and Babidi sat down opposite of each other behind Daimaō. Babidi was facing toward the giant chair with a crystal ball in between the two wizards to focus their power. They closed their eyes and waited.

After half an hour the wizards opened their eyes. "They're on their way just as we said," Babidi told the giant chair.

"Good, good let them in," Daimaō's voice echoed around everyone.

"Get ready gentlemen for soon we shall emerge the victors and those impudent Saiyans will pay for what they have done for us. I hope you're ready for your challengers?" Daimaō asked the occupants of the room.

"We've been ready ever since we died. Bring them in and we'll show them while they should have never stood in our way," King Cold told the Demon King.

Daimaō took a deep breath and smiled. Suddenly Goku and the others were standing before him.

"I think it worked guys. Is everyone okay?" Goku asked.

"Yeah I think we are dad. I can sense almost everyone. Man is it dark in here though," Gohan said.

"Where are we?" Vegeta asked through the darkness.

"Welcome Son Goku and friends, we've been expecting you." A familiar voice called out.

Suddenly the room lit up with torches. It blinded them for a moment till their eyes adjusted to the light. When they were able to see they were surrounded.

Hundreds of Demons were in the room all grinning at them maliciously. They were all clapping, mock bowing, jeering, and laughing at the group.

"We met again my friends, welcome to my world," Daimaō's voice rang again from behind them.

They turned and saw Daimaō sitting on a massive throne with the Colds, Androids, and wizards standing next to him.

"Let the games begin," Daimaō said.

*Jason9000: Well now at last we're all caught up. No more catching up with either side. Everything is lined up timeline wise and now the final arc is just starting and it's a doozy. And this was one Hell of a chapter. My personal favorite part was Cooler and Frieza. I've been meaning to do that one for a while and I'm glad to finally have it done. "The board is set and the pieces are moving" as my favorite wizard once said. On one side is Piccolo Daimaō looking to crush everything in his way and on the other are the many faces of those trying to preserve the very idea of freedom and peace. Cliché? Yes. Done to Death? Oh most definitely, but that's just how I roll. Now don't go thinking that everyone is going to come out okay. When this is over there are going to be changes within the DBZ Universe. Some may be minor, but there will be changes. Especially, in Otherworld it's not going to be the same as it once was. Well that's all for now please review.*