Author's Note:-
So this is the first chapter :D I'll work on the second as fast as I can, but I just wanted to warn everyone... *lime warning* There is some mild sexual references in this chapter. Nothing too explicit, and I'm sure anyone who's endured Demonic Love and The Nameks won't bat an eye to this, but... if that kind of stuff makes you uncomfortable, don't read the scene with our favourite couple :)
Enjoy!
Waa. On Planet Earth, in the King Piccolo Mansion, the Demon King Piccolo was once again awoken in the middle of the night by a hungry cry. Waaa. Oh, shut up…
"You just ate." King Piccolo thought to himself, and attempted to get back to sleep through the sound of his infant daughter crying from her nursery.
"Waaa!"
"Piccolo…" His icejin wife Frikiza mumbled sleepily from beside him. She nudged King Piccolo softly with her tail, urging him to leave the bed. "It's your night."
"She's just doing it for attention." King Piccolo growled.
"Waaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Piccolo, she's hungry!" Frikiza hissed. "Go and feed her."
King Piccolo let out a long, angry snarl, and finally dragged himself out of bed. He yawned and cracked his neck, without the least bit of sympathy for the baby Viola as she screamed the palace down. Why did she have to make such a drama out of everything? She was just like her mother. King Piccolo made his way over to his bedroom door and left the room, closing the door behind him. He walked across the hallway and into Viola's nursery, where the volume of the baby's screaming was almost deafening. She was a demon child, alright.
"Shut up." King Piccolo growled as he approached Viola. He picked her up by her tail and shoved a pacifier into her mouth; it would keep her quiet long enough to take her to someone else's room. Hm… who should it be tonight? "Who do you want?" King Piccolo asked Viola as he carried her out of the room, dangling her by her tail. Viola growled from behind the pacifier, pissed off that on top of still being hungry she was now also upside down.
King Piccolo stopped outside Tambourine's door, and knocked.
"Tambourine!" He yelled telepathically to his son, not giving Tambourine enough time to open the door before he yelled again. "Tambourine!"
"Wha…?" Tambourine's sleepy reply came into King Piccolo's mind.
"Open the door, your sister's hungry."
"What…? But I just did it two nights ago." Tambourine whined.
"Who cares? You're her brother, aren't you?" King Piccolo growled.
"And you're her father. Why don't you feed her for once?" Was what Tambourine wanted to say, but he was smart enough to keep that thought contained in his own head.
After short moment, Tambourine's bedroom door clicked open and the sleepy mutant namek emerged. "Okay…" Tambourine groaned, taking Viola in his arms and holding her in the traditional way. "How much should I give her again?"
"How should I know? You're the one that fed her two nights ago, right?" King Piccolo shrugged. "Hurry up before she starts crying." He pushed Tambourine out of the way and entered Tambourine's bedroom, slamming the door shut while Tambourine was still out in the corridor.
King Piccolo yawned and made his way over to Tambourine's bed. He leapt onto it and landed with a heavy thud, breaking a few of the mattress springs. Ahh… back to sleep. Ha. What bliss… and Frikiza was completely clueless. There was a bed in Viola's nursery, and ever since she had been born King Piccolo and Frikiza had taken turns on the night feeds. They would go to bed in their own room together, but then when Viola woke up for her first feed it was easier to sleep in her nursery after that, because she needed to eat so often. However, it hadn't taken King Piccolo long to realise that he hated being woken up every couple of hours to feed a baby. So for a while now he'd picked one of his four mutant children to take his place. King Piccolo slept in their bed, and they slept in the nursery, and in the morning, after a long night of undisturbed sleep, King Piccolo would take Viola back and take her down to breakfast, and Frikiza was none the wiser. It was perfect! For him, anyway. The only downside was, he would have to sleep with the scent of his mutants. Ugh. They stank. King Piccolo kicked the duvet off the bed, getting rid of at least some of Tambourine's smell. Tch. Smelly bastard. No wonder these four freaks couldn't get girlfriends.
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"Ssh… ssh…" After a long and draining night, Tambourine was sitting on the bed in Viola's nursery, softly hushing his baby sister and wishing she would just go to sleep. She must be having a growth spurt or something – she'd been up for almost the entire night eating. Now it was morning, and she was just about settled… maybe now Tambourine could sleep. Just a little… just for a few undisturbed minutes –
"Morning!" Or maybe not.
Tambourine looked up to see King Piccolo standing in front of him, looking fully refreshed as if he'd had a great night's sleep.
"Morning…" Tambourine mumbled bitterly.
"Okay, get out of here." King Piccolo ordered, snatching Viola back. "Go to sleep. Not too long though, you have to be there at breakfast – and clean your sheets, they stink."
"Yes, King Piccolo…" Tambourine yawned, and headed back to his room to get a little sleep before Frikiza woke up.
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The breakfast table was as noisy as ever, with King Piccolo and his children eating like animals as they usually did. All except one. Frikiza looked at Tambourine with concern. He was hardly touching his food – he was too busy trying to keep his eyes open. He looked exhausted!
"Tambourine, what's wrong?" Frikiza asked.
"Huh? Oh…" Tambourine yawned, and rubbed his eyes. "Nothing, I… I just…"
"He had a bad dream." King Piccolo said. "That's why he didn't sleep." He glared at Tambourine sternly, urging him to agree.
"Yeah…" Tambourine uttered. "Yeah I… I had…" He yawned again, and reached for his tenth cup of coffee.
"Hm…" Frikiza frowned, looking at Tambourine sceptically as she spoke to her husband. "You know, Pickle… whenever it's your turn to take care of Viola, you always look so fresh in the morning while one of the boys is exhausted."
"So what?" King Piccolo shrugged. "I got granted eternal youth, remember? I always look fresh – and these guys can't handle their dreams."
"I think you're delegating your responsibility." Frikiza said simply.
"What? Don't be ridiculous. They haven't taken care of Viola once – have you, Boys?" King Piccolo glared at his four mutant children, with the kind of look that told them if they didn't say precisely what he wanted them to say, they would be severely punished.
"Uh…." The mutants uttered.
"Boys," Frikiza smiled at her stepchildren. "It's okay. You can tell the truth – and if he tries to kill you, I'll stop him. I promise."
"Shut up!" King Piccolo barked at her. "Stop trying to manipulate them!"
"Stop using them!" Frikiza argued back. "They aren't you slaves!"
"Of course they are, I only made them to do whatever I asked!" King Piccolo snapped.
"Remind me… why do we follow him, again?" Cymbal asked his brothers bitterly, annoyed by King Piccolo's consistently low opinion of them.
"I vaguely remember thinking it was a good idea… back when he was king of Earth." Piano sighed.
"Whatever…" Tambourine groaned, resting his head on the table. "Just shut up and let me sleep – she didn't stop eating all night."
"Aha!"
Frikiza grinned at Tambourine with a triumphant look on her face. "So you did have her overnight!"
"What!" Tambourine gasped, his eyes widening when he realised what he'd said. Oh, crap…
"Tambourine, you idiot." King Piccolo snarled.
"Idiot!" Drum hissed, harshly nudging Tambourine in the ribs. "Now she's gonna now that we've been taking care of Viola the whole time."
"The whole time?" Frikiza cried, causing Drum to turn pale as he realised he'd just dropped King Piccolo in it even further.
"Idiot." Tambourine retorted, nudging Drum in the ribs.
"Oh – Piccolo!" Frikiza screamed, her ki erupting.
"Sssh!" Tambourine gasped. "You'll wake her!" He darted over to the moses basket that was on the other side of the room, checking that Viola was still sleeping. Humph… She was. It was like nothing could wake her in the world. … Why couldn't she be like that last night? Stupid little brat.
Frikiza glared at her husband and folded her arms stubbornly.
"I can't believe you." She spat.
"Why?" King Piccolo replied with a wicked smirk. "You know I'm an evil demon without a scrap of good in my soul – I would have thought that by now you would stop expecting me not to do the wrong thing."
"He has a point, Frikiza." Piano commented. "You did start off as his rehabilitation counsellor… and he did consistently disappoint you."
"But – that was a long time ago!" Frikiza protested. "A lot has happened since then – he's different now."
"Does he look that different?" Cymbal questioned, moving his eyes to the demonic namek who was slurping pig's blood from his glass and shoving live bugs into his mouth. King Piccolo kept his gaze on Frikiza, knowing full well that she hated watching him eat that stuff. His eyes twinkled wickedly, and he watched as Frikiza's face twisted in disgust.
"He looks like an animal." Frikiza growled. King Piccolo swallowed his bugs, and belched loudly.
"Thank you, Sweetheart." He smirked.
Frikiza's face filled with anger, and she struggled to keep herself calm enough to not wake the baby.
"Piccolo – it's your daughter!" She hissed. "Why don't you want to take care of her?"
"Because she's boring." King Piccolo huffed. "I told you – for as long as she can't talk or walk she's of no use to me. Wait until she's old enough to fight, then I'll train her."
"That could take years!" Frikiza protested.
"So be it." King Piccolo grunted. "I'm not staying up all night to feed her – what's the point? She isn't even growing."
"She is too! She's growing way faster than Kuria did!" Frikiza argued.
"Well, Kuria's a runt." King Piccolo snorted.
"King Piccolo…?" Tambourine's weak voice came from nearby. He took a seat at the table and looked at his master with almost lifeless eyes. "Now that Frikiza knows I've been up all night… can I sleep all day? I don't need to stay awake for her, right?"
"Humph. I suppose not." King Piccolo shrugged. "But it's only one sleepless night. If you had any strength about you, you would get over it."
"So why don't you do it?" Frikiza snarled.
"I have better things to do." King Piccolo answered bluntly. "He doesn't."
"I stayed up late the night before…" Tambourine mumbled. "If I'd known I wouldn't be sleeping last night, I would have caught up yesterday."
"Poor Tambourine…" Frikiza sighed, feeling sorry for him. "Go to bed, I'll take care of Viola now."
"Thanks…" Tambourine yawned, and rubbed his eyes.
Piano looked at Frikiza.
"You know… Frikiza, we do enjoy taking care of Viola – don't we?" He looked at Tambourine encouragingly, and Tambourine nodded.
"Yeah, yeah… It's okay, it's just that I didn't prepare." Tambourine said. "I don't mind doing it."
"Well… I know that it's important for Viola to form a bond with her parents, but we don't mind taking her for a few nights, to give you two a break." Piano continued, looking back at Frikiza. "And we know what we're doing – honestly, we have been taking care of her for a while now."
"Shut up." King Piccolo snarled.
Frikiza paused for a moment, looking at Piano.
"Really…?" She uttered. "But Viola can be so difficult, especially now that she's going through a growth spurt."
"Humph." King Piccolo grunted, looking over at the moses basket – which wasn't even half filled by the baby. "Could've fooled me." He sniped.
"Do you boys really not mind taking care of her?" Frikiza asked, ignoring her husband.
"Mm-mm." The mutants answered, shaking their heads.
"I think it could do the two of you good – you haven't had a full night together since she was born, right?" Piano said. "You know, I read that a new-born baby can put a terrible strain on a relationship, and you should try to make time for yourselves when you can. Perhaps we could take her, and you two could go out to dinner or something."
"I think King Piccolo would prefer the 'something'." Cymbal commented, causing Piano's face to darken.
"Well I wasn't going to be vulgar!" Piano barked at his brother.
Frikiza smiled, her eyes lighting up at the thought of the boys caring about her marriage so much. They were so sweet!
"You really want to help us?" Frikiza beamed. "Thank you! Yes, it would be nice of you to have her – but only if you're sure?"
"Of course!" Piano nodded. "We can take it in turns – it's fine that way, right?" He looked at his brothers, who all nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe you're so worried about us." Frikiza giggled. "Do you really want us to stay together?"
"Yes!" The mutants cried.
"Frikiza – you have no idea what it was like before you came along!" Piano protested. "Living with him in Hell… We just can't afford to lose you!"
"What? Hey!" King Piccolo barked, glaring at Piano. "It wasn't so bad before she came!"
"Yeah King Piccolo, it was." The mutants all answered flatly.
"Maybe not for you, because you were the boss." Drum huffed. "But you were mean! You never let us eat chocolate!"
"And you never let us use the spy-screens." Cymbal sulked. "I wanted to watch cartoons."
"Wha – are you guys listening to yourselves!" King Piccolo screamed. "You sound like a bunch of kids! Why the hell would you even want to spend your time eating chocolates and watching cartoons, you big group of simpletons –"
"Waaaaaaaaa!" Out of nowhere Viola started wailing at the top of her lungs, awoken by her father's yelling.
"Oh – Piccolo!" Frikiza scolded, getting up. "You scared her."
"Humph." King Piccolo grunted. "If she's scared of a little yelling, she'll die when I start training her." He looked over at the moses basket. "Shut up! That's an order!"
"She doesn't understand." Frikiza snarled, making her way over to the basket.
She picked up the screaming Viola and started to rock her. "Ssh, ssh. It's okay, it's only Papa yelling." She looked down at the baby, who was now gnawing at her own tail. "Oh… you're hungry again?" Frikiza sighed, and reached down to pull up her top. "Okay… Guys, look away."
"We're leaving!" The mutants yelped, and left the room before Frikiza could do something gross.
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Easy… Easy… Elsewhere on Earth, Kuriza was having a difficult morning. He was trying to get the sixth dragonball, which was inside a mountain… and now seemed to be an integral part of it. It looked liked the dragonball had been caught in some kind of earthquake or something; if the ball hadn't been here then the mountain would have turned to rubble, but now it was positioned in such a way that it seemed to be supporting at least some of the mountain. So, if Kuriza didn't remove it carefully, the mountain could collapse.
"Dammit." He growled, infuriated by the situation. This was bull crap! He shouldn't have to be doing this himself! He was Lord Kuriza – he paid people to do this kind of thing for him! It was so bothersome that he couldn't trust anybody these days… What kind of world was it where you had to do stuff yourself because you didn't trust your own slaves to do it for you? It was disgusting. "Okay." Kuriza sighed to himself, placing his hand on the dragonball. Okay… It was only a little ball, it couldn't be holding the mountain that much. If he pulled it out slowly and carefully, he should be okay. Okay… okay…
Bite. Out of nowhere a tiny dinosaur scurried onto Kuriza's feet and bit him hard enough to catch the young icejin by surprise. "Argh!" He cried, yanking his hand back angrily. "Dammit!" Kuriza glared down at the dinosaur and formed a ki ball in his palm. "You stupid little –" He was suddenly silenced by the sound of rumbling, and Kuriza's eyes widened when he realised the dragonball was in his hand and the mountain was collapsing around him. "Shit!" He darted for the mountain's entrance, but it had already been blocked by falling rocks, and the rest of the mountain would follow at any second. Oh well… It looked like he didn't have a choice. Kuriza hadn't wanted to do anything to raise his ki, in case he was spotted by the inhabitants of Earth, but now he'd have to, otherwise he'd be trapped in a pile of rubble. Kuriza powered up a little and blasted upwards, sending rocks flying for miles around as he burst through the top of the mountain. He immediately lowered his energy, concerned that the longer it was risen, the more likely he was to be discovered by the Earth inhabitants that had killed his father. Kuriza glared down at the pile of rubble that was now the mountain, where that dinosaur was no doubt trapped inside. Humph. Good. It served him right, the stupid lizard. How dare he bite Lord Kuriza! Jackass.
Kuriza switched on his dragon radar and looked for next dragonball. Just one more, and he would be able to revive his father.
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"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yes."
"Really? You'd tell me if you didn't, right?"
"Yes! Frikiza, I know what I'm doing!" Piano insisted. It was now late in the evening, and Piano and Frikiza were in Viola's nursery, where Piano was about to take Viola overnight. "I've been doing this for a while, remember?"
"Okay…" Frikiza uttered. She smiled, and blushed slightly. "Sorry, Piano. I trust you." She hugged the baby Viola, who was dressed in her pyjamas. "Goodnight, Sweetheart. Be a good girl for your brother." She kissed Viola's forehead, then she kissed Piano's cheek as she handed Viola to him. "Thank you. Any problems, just come and get me."
"I know." Piano chuckled. "Go. We'll be fine. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Frikiza smiled, and left the room.
She knew exactly what would happen now. King Piccolo was in the mansion training room, and he wouldn't be back for at least an hour, if not more… So Frikiza had plenty of alone time. She planned on getting into the hot tub with a glass of wine, and not moving until she wanted to go to sleep. She made her way into her bedroom and didn't hesitate to pour herself a drink. She sipped it as she started to fill her hot tub, dimming the bathroom lights and playing some relaxing music… It was the first time since Viola's birth that she would have an hour to herself without Piccolo, or the boys, or Viola… followed by a whole night of no baby, but no empty bed either! It would be kind of weird to sleep with Piccolo again… They hadn't shared a bed for the whole night since Viola's birth, and they hadn't been intimate since the early days of Frikiza's pregnancy. Would he want to…? … Actually, did he even like her anymore…?
Frikiza took off her clothes and stepped into the hot tub, looking down at her body. Being pregnant had forced Frikiza into her final form, but she was back in her first form now that she wasn't pregnant anymore. She'd kind of missed being in this form; it was much easier to control. It was also one of King Piccolo's favourites, but with the baby and everything they hadn't really had chance to… Not that either of them had wanted to anyway. Frikiza didn't feel all that sexy after having a baby, and it took a while for her to lose the baby weight. Piccolo probably didn't find her attractive anymore… not until she'd lost the weight, anyway. He hadn't said anything either way… Frikiza studied her body intently, trying to work out if it was different to before. Her hips were a little wider, but she'd been working out recently and she'd been on a diet, so her stomach had gone back to being flat and toned. Her boobs were a little bigger though… That was down to the breastfeeding. Were they saggy? They were saggier than before, right? … Well, whatever. It wasn't like she could do anything about it. Frikiza titled her head back against the side of the hot tub and closed her eyes, relaxing in its warmth.
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Almost two hours passed before Frikiza sensed her husband's presence in their bedroom. The bathroom door was closed and over the sound of her music she couldn't hear him, but… that was his energy. Wow. It was a lot higher than before. His body sure was built for training, huh? He seemed to be able to get strong much faster than she could. Maybe it was just an adrenaline rush making his ki high… Frikiza opened her eyes and frowned slightly at an unexpected feeling in her stomach. She felt kind of… nervous? Why? He was her husband – they saw each other every day! … But… she did look different now… and it had been so long since he'd seen her naked… They kind of had their own routines these days, and they didn't try to avoid each other, but… they just seemed to kind of get up and washed and dressed at different times. It was kind of like they'd drifted apart. So… maybe he wouldn't be attracted to her anymore…
"Frikiza!" King Piccolo's voice came from the bedroom. "I'm going to bed." Oh…
Frikiza's heart sank a little. It was just what she'd feared. He didn't want to… He didn't even try. … Well, she couldn't blame him, really… It had been so long, he was bound to lose interest. Maybe they could work on it slowly. He hadn't left, right? And they didn't argue – no more than usual, anyway. So… maybe they just needed time to adjust. Frikiza yawned, and stepped out of the hot tub. She threw a heated towel over herself immediately and grabbed her lotion. Well… even if they weren't going to do anything, she could still look nice, right?
Frikiza was in the bathroom for another thirty minutes. She brushed her teeth, and put lotion all over her body, and she buffed and polished her horns and the purple patches of armour that were scattered around her. She smiled at herself in the mirror, admiring the fruits of her labour. She was kind of pretty… Frikiza knew she was pretty – by icejin standards, anyway. Maybe other races would think she looked kind of strange… but whatever. Piccolo had never been interested in her face anyway. Frikiza giggled softly to herself as she thought about it, and put on her pyjamas.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, King Piccolo was fast asleep on the bed. He'd hoped for some action tonight, and now he was in a foul mood. He'd spent the whole of Frikiza's pregnancy and Viola's life in the gym; his power had increased to an unimaginable level in such a short space of time and he'd wanted to unleash his new power upon Frikiza's restored body. He'd even cut his training short so that he had some energy left for her, and he'd showered and put himself in fresh clothes… only to come into this room to find out that Frikiza was not waiting for him! After refusing to put out for so long the least she could do was be ready on the bed – and would it kill her to wear that Little Red Riding Hood outfit King Piccolo liked so much? Tch. He'd actually forgotten what that looked like. He'd forgotten what Frikiza's body looked like. Maybe he should just forget her completely. Frikiza was hardly good company, and if she wasn't going to give him her body then King Piccolo really had no use for her. He'd been so pissed off to come in here and find her once again in that bastard hot tub, soaking herself for as long as she cared, instead of waiting for him like she should be. He hadn't even bothered getting into the bed. He'd just flopped down on top of it, fully aware that Frikiza would have to move him if she wanted to sleep. He'd done it to piss her off; he knew she would be annoyed if she had to drag his giant body off the bed. Now he was in the middle of a troubled sleep, disturbed by his own anger.
Frikiza stepped out of the bathroom and switched on the bed lights, lighting up the area around the bed and giving her just enough light to see where she was going without waking Piccolo. She settled her eyes on him, and sighed in annoyance. Great. He was sleeping on top of the covers – had he done that to annoy her? The jerk.
Frikiza approached the bed and climbed on top of it, nudging King Piccolo harshly with her tail.
"Move!" She growled.
"Ng." King Piccolo grunted back, still asleep.
"Piccolo…" Frikiza groaned. She gritted her teeth in annoyance. Why was he doing this? Why was he such a bastard! This was their one peaceful night together, and he was ruining it! … Whatever. She wasn't moving him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Frikiza went to get under what was left of the duvet, but not before looking at her husband. He was shirtless, like he always was when he went to bed. He was wearing nothing except his pants, and they hung loosely around his waist. He looked different to how she remembered… Maybe it was his training, but King Piccolo looked really bulky – even for him. His torso was coated in thick steel muscles, travelling across his chest and down his stomach; there wasn't a single inch of him that didn't look solid as a rock. His arms were thicker than Frikiza remembered, just as firm and bulky as his chest. He could crush her with them… with just one. …
Frikiza felt her cheeks burning as she gazed at him. Okay… this was stupid. She'd seen King Piccolo naked a million times before – and he wasn't even naked now! But… looking at him now, she kind of felt… giddy. Well, she always did like the largeness of his frame. He was just so bulky, and masculine, and scary… It was his intimidating size and his aggression that had attracted Frikiza to King Piccolo in the first place. Well… he still had those qualities, and Frikiza hadn't lost interest in them… even if he had lost interest in her. Maybe she could fix that. Back when she was his counsellor, before anything had happened between them, King Piccolo used to have dreams about her… Frikiza's blush deepened, and she grinned to herself shyly as she thought about it. He always dreamt that she initiated it, didn't he? She'd climb on top of him, and touch him, and promise to be his slave… He always did like it when she submitted to him – he liked being the big scary demon and he liked her to be the helpless little victim. Even though she was actually powerful enough to kick his ass… Frikiza never did fight back though – not for long, anyway. She liked being under his control.
Well… maybe she could just try it. Like old times. If he didn't want to, then it wasn't like she was going to force him. All he had to do was push her away… but she really hoped he wouldn't. If he didn't like her anymore, then Frikiza didn't know what she would do. She really loved Piccolo, and she loved the boys… She didn't want any of them to leave.
Frikiza bit her lip, her heart racing in her chest and her stomach turning with nerves as she built up the courage to initiate something. This was stupid. Really stupid. Why was she so nervous? She tried it on with Piccolo all the time! Not recently, but… it wasn't like she'd never done it before. She used to do it all the time before she got pregnant! All she had to do was remember… It was something like this, right…? Frikiza moved to position herself on King Piccolo's lap with her legs either side of him. Was this what she used to do? It felt kind of awkward… It used to feel so natural once upon a time. She never used to have to think about what she was doing, she just did it. Maybe if she touched him… Frikiza placed her palm on King Piccolo's steel chest, and softly ran her fingers down his frame, resisting the urge to squeal like a schoolgirl as she felt the solid, defined outlines of his muscles. He was so hot! He was so firm and bulky and muscly and… eep! She really hoped he'd like her again. This was crazy! She felt like a nerd that had a crush on the school bad boy! Would he notice her? Did he even know she existed? It was crazy! They were married!
Frikiza suddenly froze when King Piccolo's breathing changed. Did she wake him…? … No. He exhaled, and continued sleeping. Frikiza swallowed nervously. Was this wrong? He was sleeping; he had no idea this was happening… That was assault, right? He wasn't consenting. Okay, Frikiza used to do this to him all the time, but that was when he definitely liked her and she knew he'd definitely want her to do it. Now, though… would he be mad if he found out she was touching him like this…? Yeah… maybe… Frikiza's heart sank at the thought of it. She shouldn't be doing this, should she? It was wrong…
With a sad expression on her face Frikiza slowly pulled her hand away, and her eyes widened a little when King Piccolo frowned. His breathing changed again… he sounded kind of annoyed. Didn't he want her to move her hand…? Frikiza stared at him, watching his reaction as she cautiously placed her hand back on his chest, and trailed it along his muscles. He moaned slightly, and Frikiza had to concentrate really hard to stop herself screeching. He liked this! Even in his sleep he could still feel it and he liked her touching him – … oh, wait… Shit! Now that she thought about it… was he dreaming again? Frikiza's cheeks darkened again as a thought occurred to her. Maybe her doing this was making him have another one of those dreams… Maybe he was dreaming that they were doing it, and that she was touching him. Touching him, and kissing him, and he was biting her… Frikiza bit her lip in an attempt to contain herself as a wave of filthy thoughts entered her mind. She really wanted to do it. The whole time she'd been pregnant she hadn't even wanted to kiss King Piccolo, and since Viola was born she'd been so busy with the baby she still hadn't been in the mood to do anything at all. Now though… it was as if all that time spent not being horny was catching up with her, and she was getting almost a year's worth of horniness in one hit! She really wanted to do it with him – more than she could even stand! She wanted him to pin her down, and kiss her, and bite her, and tell her what to do and pull her tail and just – just everything they'd ever done, she wanted to do it now!
Frikiza's tail twitched nervously, and she finally decided to just act on her feelings, the way she always used to. He was enjoying this, right? So there was nothing to worry about… She moved her hand up to stroke the back of his head as she lowered herself onto his body, her breasts against his chest. She moved her lips to his, and her heart skipped at the feeling of his warm breath against her skin. Eep eep eep eep eep! Frikiza placed her lips on his, almost screaming at their warmth, and a few thousand jolts of excitement shot through her heart when he started to stir.
King Piccolo frowned slightly at the feeling of a warmth against his lips. What the hell…? He slowly drifted into consciousness, becoming aware of another warmth on his lap, and a softness on his chest. What was going on…? King Piccolo's eyes came into focus, and he saw Frikiza looking down at him, lying on top of his frame. Frikiza…? What was she…? Had she kissed him…? … … Oh, fuck. Another dream.
"Stop it." King Piccolo growled, closing his eyes. "I'm sick of dreaming about you. Either fuck me in real life or piss off!"
"Wha – Piccolo!" Frikiza gasped, her eyes widening as she sat upright on his lap. "This isn't a dream!"
"Sure." King Piccolo snorted. He opened his eyes and glared at her. "Prove it."
"Well… how?" Frikiza questioned. "Do you want me to talk about Viola?"
"Viola?" King Piccolo frowned.
"Our daughter." Frikiza smiled. "She's so cute, and don't you think it's so adorable when she bites her tail? It doesn't even bother her, right? She must get her toughness from you."
"Huh…?" King Piccolo uttered, becoming confused. If this was a dream then why the hell was she talking about Viola? That wasn't sexy! It was off-putting!
"See?" Frikiza smirked a little, noticing the expression on King Piccolo's face. "It's not a dream. If you were dreaming, would we have a baby?"
"Probably not…" King Piccolo mumbled.
"And even if we did, would I be talking about her right now?" Frikiza asked.
"No…"
King Piccolo moved his eyes down Frikiza's frame. Actually… she did look exactly how she looked in real life. In his dreams she was usually wearing a sexy outfit, or she was naked – but her body was like how it had been before she got pregnant. Now she was just wearing her usual pyjamas, but her body was her normal post-baby body. It had slightly wider hips from being pregnant, and slightly bigger boobs. They weren't as firm as they used to be, but they were still firm enough… and big. Big, and soft, and held up so well in that pyjamas vest of hers… Was this really not a dream…? Did she really want to…? "Why?" King Piccolo asked hoarsely, his throat becoming dry at the thought that after all this time Frikiza might finally want to do something.
"Because you're sexy." Frikiza answered, looking away with a deep blush on her face. "And because… we've got a night to ourselves, so… I just thought…" She moved her tail round to her front and took hold of it, taking its tip onto her lips. She looked at King Piccolo with timid eyes, a sense of dark wickedness twinkling in them, and she nervously bit on her tail. "But…" Frikiza uttered, trying her best to re-enact their old encounters. "Please don't hurt me, Master…"
King Piccolo's eyes widened. Holy. Fuck. He was wide awake now – every part of him! He recognised that warm blush on Frikiza's cheeks as she sat in his lap, her butt against him. Her firm, round, juicy… Fuck.
King Piccolo sat upright and grabbed Frikiza's horns, yanking her into a firm, bloodthirsty kiss. She whimpered under the force of his calloused lips on hers – yeah she whimpered! She would whimper, he was going to bruise her! He was going to destroy every part of that tiny body of hers for making him wait so long! King Piccolo broke away just long enough to take a breath, and Frikiza hurriedly removed her vest, exposing those soft round boobs. Oh, yeah… King Piccolo pushed her down onto the bed and threw himself at her, his hands, teeth and tongue going wild on her flesh. She squealed excitedly underneath him, whimpering and gasping at his ferocity. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck – he was not going to last long. "Fuck me." Frikiza breathed through swollen lips, tired of waiting for him to really hurt her. "Fuck me, Master."
"Just so you know…" King Piccolo gasped, biting his way down her body and kneading her flesh in his hands in a desperate attempt to contain himself. "I'm going to last about ten seconds."
"That's fine, just do it!" Frikiza demanded impatiently. She felt her shorts being ripped off from around her thighs, and she felt him against her… Shit! Frikiza let out a scream and scrunched her eyes shut, digging her nails into the bed and gritting her teeth as a familiar white pain flooded through her. She didn't remember it hurting this much! It was only his muscles that were bigger, right? "Pi… Piccolo…" Frikiza whimpered, her face twisting in pain, which only seemed to excite him more. Oh wow, he was rough… Even rougher than before. Thank God he'd only last ten seconds! "Piccolo!"
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Yawn. It was finally morning, and Piano was more than ready to hand Viola back to her parents. He sat at the breakfast table, exhausted, after feeding Viola every hour. She hadn't slept all night, but she'd finally exhausted herself so much that she was sleeping now. He expected her to wake up at any minute though, demanding more food. They really needed to think about giving her meat overnight. Just eating solid food during the day clearly wasn't enough!
"I wonder how it went…?" Tambourine mumbled, noticing that King Piccolo and Frikiza still hadn't arrived, and breakfast was almost over.
"Trust me, it went well." Piano growled. He'd slept in the nursery opposite them; as if Viola's screaming wasn't enough to keep him awake, when Piano did get chance to get a few seconds of sleep those two were acting like they'd just started dating. They were married now, for Kami's sake! Weren't they bored of each other yet?
"Ssh. Pickle, stop it! The boys are here!"
"Just one more, my little icicle."
Giggle. Kiss. Long pause… Kiss.
"Gross." Drum gagged, covering his ears as the sound of his parents kissing came from the corridor.
"Somebody shut the door." Tambourine growled.
"I don't like it when they get along." Cymbal sighed. "How does he manage to keep her anyway? He's such a jerk to live with."
"I think she's into that. She's kind of weird." Tambourine replied.
"Morning!"
The mutants looked up to see King Piccolo entering the room with a possessive arm around Frikiza's waist. The pair of them took a seat at the table, and proceeded to eat like animals.
"Wow." Tambourine uttered, watching them in amazement. King Piccolo wasn't the best at table manners anyway, but Frikiza was usually so refined, and she hardly ate anything… now it was as if neither of them had eaten in a decade! And they both looked exhausted!
"Hey, I thought you guys had a night off?" Drum commented innocently. "Why do you look so tired?"
"Use your brain!" Piano hissed at him. He was far too tired to deal with Drum's stupidity.
"Oh! We, um…" Frikiza uttered awkwardly. "We… couldn't sleep. It was a little cold last night."
"Yeah." King Piccolo grunted, smirking to himself as he was about to knowingly kill Frikiza's tactful lie. "And we were too busy fucking."
"They don't need to know about that!" Frikiza scolded, smacking him across the head. King Piccolo simply sniggered, and continued eating.
"They shouldn't have asked." He said.
"Us three didn't." Cymbal growled.
"Waaaa!"
Piano let out a groan as the sound of crying came from Viola's moses basket.
"Okay…" He sighed. "I'm coming –"
"It's okay, I'll get her." Came what sounded like King Piccolo's voice. Piano and the other mutants looked up, and watched in astonishment as King Piccolo willingly made his way over to Viola. "There's my little princess!" King Piccolo grinned as he lifted Viola up out of the basket and held her above his head. "Oh! Look at you! You're such a big girl now, aren't you? Aren't you?" He lifted Viola up and down, causing her to giggle and fling her tail around in delight. King Piccolo caught the tail in his mouth and nibbled her playfully, making a growling noise for Viola's amusement.
Meanwhile the mutants watched with wide eyes, not quite believing what they were seeing.
"What… what's going on?" Drum uttered.
"I don't get it. He looks happy, but… it's King Piccolo." Tambourine blinked. "I mean… is sex really that fun?"
"Yeah." Cymbal sighed, being the only child of King Piccolo's that wasn't a virgin. "I miss it."
Frikiza simply giggled.
"See? I told you boys he could be nice sometimes." She said. "Look." She watched with joy as King Piccolo played with their baby daughter, making her laugh and shriek in delight… until she started to cry again.
"Huh? What's wrong?" King Piccolo frowned. "Are you bored of that?" He watched Viola crying, and noticed that she kept moving her mouth. "Oh! You're hungry. Well, I don't blame you… that formula tastes like crap. Frikiza!" He looked over to his wife. "Give Viola something real to drink."
"Okay." Frikiza giggled, and made her way over to them.
"Then when you're done with your milk, you can share my breakfast." King Piccolo spoke to his daughter as he handed her to Frikiza.
"What?" Drum gasped. "King Piccolo – you never let us share your food."
"I don't like you." King Piccolo grunted as he sat back down. "And you could do without food, Drum." He smirked at his son nastily, while the other mutants laughed.
"He's right though. That formula does taste like crap." Cymbal commented, pulling a face. He glanced over at Frikiza, who had her back to them as she breastfed Viola. "I don't know why babies drink milk."
"Maybe the real milk tastes better than formula." Tambourine shrugged.
"Yes. It does." King Piccolo nodded.
"How do you know, King Piccolo?" Drum once again asked innocently, causing Piano's face to fill with rage. He didn't want to hear it!
"Trust me." King Piccolo said, smirking over at Drum. "I know."
"Piccolo!" Frikiza yelled from next to the moses basket. "I told you not to tell anyone!"
"Well, they asked." King Piccolo shrugged.
"No we didn't." Piano angrily replied.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world, Kuriza had finally gathered all of the dragonballs.
"Yes!" He grinned, watching as they glowed together in front of him. This was it… time to summon the dragon! "Eternal dragon, come forth!" Kuriza didn't hesitate to call Shenron, and his eyes widened and he let out a sharp gasp as the sky suddenly darkened, and out of the balls came this… thing. Wow… Was that the dragon? It looked scary… Kuriza stared up at the creature in awe, amazed that he'd actually been able to summon it. This was so cool…
"Speak your wish." The dragon demanded.
"Huh? Oh." Kuriza uttered. "Right…" He cleared his throat, and stared up at the creature. Okay… this was it. "Eternal dragon," Kuriza began. "I command you to bring back Lord Frieza!"