Author's Note:-
Sorry for the update gap! I'm a little busy at the moment... Those of you who follow me on deviantart will know I'm into Undertale right now n_n' So aside from playing it I'm also drawing for it, and I'm considering doing a fanfic... We'll see. I'm also drawing DBZ pictures as well as working on my original story, and my son has been sick recently so I've been tired and sleeping when I could be writing, so... all those things together left me with a longer update gap. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, but I'm just working on this at my own pace right now so I don't get stressed out... I hope you can understand.
Anyway, this chapter is hopefully worth the wait. There isn't much action as it's more of a catchup and scene-setting chapter, but... I'm hoping the interactions between the characters can be appreciated, and I'll work on the next chapter as quick as I can. Thank you!
Out by the coast, Piccolo Junior's eyes widened as he watched Frikiza make her way down to Frieza, in an attempt to save him before he was killed by his enraged son.
"Why is she helping him!" Piccolo Junior snarled. "She should know better than anyone that he's no good!"
"Your brothers say that about me." King Piccolo replied with a smirk. "She just can't help offering that naïve little heart of hers to people that misbehave."
"Oh yeah?" Piccolo Junior snorted, looking at his father. "So… what happens now? Do you think she's going to hook up with Frieza instead?"
"…" King Piccolo's eyes slowly widened, and cold, tight, sickening feeling started to rise up in his chest… "No!"
He charged after Frikiza, just as she was stepping in between Frieza and Kuriza.
"Stop it!" She yelled at them, and the two male icejins stopped their fight to stare at her in astonishment.
"Frikiza?" Frieza blinked. "What are you doing here? Move out of my way!"
"Papa, who's this?" Kuriza seethed. "Another one of your lovers?"
"No!" King Piccolo roared as he leapt into the scene and fiercely yanked Frikiza against him. He glared at Frieza. "You're not going anywhere near her!"
"Oh… is that right?" Frieza replied with a smirk. "Well… I wasn't going to, but now that you've turned her into forbidden fruit –"
"Go to Hell!" King Piccolo roared, raising his arm to blast Frieza back into Otherworld.
"Piccolo, stop it!" Frikiza scolded, and wrapped the end of her tail around his arm to restrain his attack. "He's not going anywhere!" She looked at Frieza. "So I guess Kuriza revived you? Why are you two fighting?"
"I'll tell you why," Frieza snarled. "Because Kuriza is a treacherous little brat with no respect for his father!"
"Why do you keep calling yourself my father? You couldn't act like a father if your life depended on it!" Kuriza barked, and resumed his fighting stance. "And unfortunately for you, 'Papa', right now your life does depend on it!"
"You always were a little weakling, Kuriza." Frieza sneered. "It actually sickens me that you had to bring me back so with such a measly power level, just so you'd stand a chance of defeating me."
"Shut up!"
Kuriza attempted to lunge at Frieza, but he was stopped dead in his tracks when King Piccolo grabbed him and lifted him up by his tail, holding the young icejin upside down. "Hey! Put me down!" Kuriza yelled, struggling against King Piccolo's grasp.
"So this is Kuria as a boy?" King Piccolo snorted, looking at Kuriza in disgust. "He's even more annoying than her."
"I think he's cute." Frikiza smiled, and gazed at Kuriza fondly. "I always wanted a son."
"What? Kuria as a boy?" Kuriza frowned. "What are you talking about? Who's Kuria?"
"I would explain, but there's no need." Frieza smirked. "I'm going to kill you now – hey!" He cried out in anger as he also found himself restrained by a namek. Frieza glared up at Piccolo Junior, who had his arms locked around him, and snarled, "Get off me, you weakling!"
"I'm a weakling?" Piccolo Junior sniped. "I'm not the one that can't escape."
"Shut – up!" Frieza roared, powering up as much as he possibly could. He tried his best to break out of Piccolo Junior's grasp, but his efforts were futile. This was humiliating… This was so humiliating! He wasn't even strong enough to defeat the namek! It wasn't fair! "You know I'm not really this weak!" Frieza protested. "You've seen my real strength – I killed you with it!"
"Thanks for reminding me." Piccolo Junior snarled, tightening his grip around Frieza's throat. "Allow me to return the favour –"
"No!" Frikiza barked, and whipped her tail against Piccolo Junior's arms. "He's staying with me!"
"He's what?" King Piccolo wailed.
He glared at Frikiza angrily. "I know I didn't just hear you say that."
"Yes, you did." Frikiza pouted stubbornly. "And Kuriza too – and they aren't leaving until they can work this out. There are too many broken parent-child relationships in my life, and I am not putting up with this one too!"
"You don't have to put up with it, you stupid little lizard!" King Piccolo yelled. "We can kill both of them now and send them to Hell!"
"Yeah, I actually agree with him there." Piccolo Junior nodded. "I don't care how weak Frieza is now, I'm not having him on Earth with Pan. He already killed her once and there's no way in Hell I'm letting him do it again."
"Pan?" King Piccolo frowned. "Who's Pan?"
"Gohan's daughter." Piccolo Junior replied.
"What?"
King Piccolo and Frikiza both cried out, their faces suddenly filled with rage. Piccolo Junior looked at them, baffled by their apparent anger. What was their problem? Why were they angry all of a sudden?
"Pickle… How attached to him are you?" Frikiza hissed through gritted teeth.
"Not at all. Go right on ahead and gut him, Icicle." King Piccolo replied.
"What?" Piccolo Junior frowned. What the hell…? Why were they so mad? He could understand why his father would be mad at him, for caring about Goku's granddaughter, but Frikiza? Didn't she like Goku? "What's wrong?" Piccolo Junior growled. "Look – yeah. I like that kid, Guys. Deal with it. I've been babysitting her since she was born, Gohan relies on me to keep her safe from jackasses like this. So if you don't mind, I'd like to put an end to this problem before he gets out of hand."
"Unbelievable." Frikiza hissed, slamming her tail into the ground in anger. "You babysit her? You've not seen Viola once in her entire life, but you're happy to babysit Pan?"
"You really are a treacherous little brat!" King Piccolo snarled. "Frieza – you think your kid's disloyal? Take a look at mine!"
"Hm. Actually, you may be right. That is much worse." Frieza commented, looking at Piccolo Junior in disgust. "Is Goku's granddaughter really more important than your own sister?"
"Wha – sister?" Piccolo Junior's eyes widened. What? What the hell was he – … Fuck. Piccolo Junior's heart stopped when he noticed Frikiza's stomach for the first time. Or rather, lack of. It wasn't round anymore… What! "Where the hell is Bass!" Piccolo Junior cried frantically.
"… Pickle… does he not know?" Frikiza uttered quietly.
"… … Guess not." King Piccolo sweat dropped. Oh… crap. Now that he thought of it, he never… … he was kind of waiting for Junior to contact him…
"You didn't tell him!" Frikiza wailed, her voice so loud and shrill it caused King Piccolo and Piccolo Junior to flinch in agony, covering their sensitive ears.
"Shut up!" King Piccolo yelled back. "I'm not going to tell him every little thing – he isn't a child!"
"Tell me what!" Piccolo Junior demanded, his heart racing. No… No, this was not… Seriously?
"Um…" Frikiza shifted uncomfortably, and looked at Piccolo Junior. "I, uh… I had Bass already. He was a girl… and we named her Viola. She's um… she's six months old."
"What!"
"Ahahahahaha!"
Frieza burst out laughing, and used the opportunity to break out of Piccolo Junior's grasp as the younger namek stood there in shock with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
"What's going on?" Kuriza frowned impatiently. Who were these people? Who the Hell was Viola? Who was Kuria!
"You – you never told him?" Frieza cackled.
"No he didn't – Father!" Piccolo Junior screamed, his ki soaring so high it knocked Frieza to the ground. "Why the hell didn't you tell me!"
"Well, I could ask you something too, you little brat." King Piccolo snarled back, folding his arms stubbornly. "You can do math, can't you? Viola is six months old, and she was born three months early – which means she was due three months ago. Why haven't you made any attempt to ask about her?"
"I – I assumed you'd got the dates wrong!" Piccolo Junior protested. "Because guess what? I thought my own father would tell me if he had a female child with Frieza!"
"She's not –"
"That isn't the issue here!" Piccolo Junior screamed, cutting King Piccolo off before he could even think about changing the subject. He couldn't believe this… he couldn't believe this was happening! He had a sister? This was unbelievable! Why hadn't his father told him!
"Tch. Whatever." King Piccolo grunted, still glaring at Piccolo Junior. "Why is it up to me to go chasing you across the world? You're the one that betrayed our family, 'Son'. You should be the one checking in on us, not the other way round."
"Oh, don't even try to blame this on me." Piccolo Junior hissed. "Have you ever thought that perhaps the reason I don't check in on you is that you're a jackass? I mean, what kind of father doesn't even tell his own son that he –" He stopped suddenly in mid-sentence as a thought occurred to him. Wait… Frieza didn't seem all that surprised…
Piccolo Junior moved his eyes to Frieza and grabbed the icejin just as he was attempted to run away from the scene. "Hold on!" Junior growled, glaring at Frieza. "Did you know about Viola?"
"Yes." Frieza nodded.
"But how? Frikiza was still pregnant the last time you were alive." Piccolo Junior replied.
"That's right, she was…" Frieza uttered. "But while I was trapped in that vile cocoon in Hell, Cell and Gine were put in cocoons beside me and they told me all about it."
"Gine?" Junior frowned. "Who's Gine?"
"Goku's mother." Frieza answered. "She and Cell helped your father escape from Hell when he went on a rampage down there while Frikiza was in labour, and before they were put in a cocoon they were allowed to watch Earth just to make sure he got there in time – so naturally, they witnessed Viola's birth and were able to tell me about it." He looked at Junior questioningly, and smirked. "You didn't know about that?"
"No!" Piccolo Junior roared, his voice thundering across the globe and his ki threatening to blow up the Earth as he struggled to contain the true force of his anger. "I don't know about any of that!" He looked at King Piccolo. "You went on a rampage in Hell?"
"Yeah, but what is it to a do-gooder like you?" King Piccolo sniped, looking at the expression on Piccolo Junior's face. "Don't look so disgusted. Hell is full of bad people – they deserve to be terrorised."
"Pickle, we're not getting into that again." Frikiza sighed. She looked at the others. "Come on. Let's go home, and we'll all talk there."
"Great." Kuriza growled. "Then maybe you can tell me who the hell this Kuria is." He frowned in confusion when Frikiza started giggling.
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Kuria blinked slowly, trying to understand everything he'd just heard.
"So…" He looked at Frikiza. "You're like… my mama?"
"No." King Piccolo snarled. "She is not your mother. She already has one icejin brat, she doesn't need another one."
"Yeah, well she got one." Piccolo Junior said spitefully. "I still can't believe you didn't tell me about her – I mean, six months?"
"Well… Junior, I am a little relieved to learn that you weren't just being a terrible brother." Piano commented from his seat at the table, where all the residents of the King Piccolo Mansion were gathered except Viola, who was taking a nap in her nursery. "Although… it wouldn't have killed you to ask how Frikiza was doing. I mean, if you thought she was still pregnant."
"Yeah, I bet you asked how Videl was doing!" Tambourine pouted.
"So Junior – how cute is Pan?" Cymbal demanded. "I bet Viola's cuter!"
"She's not that cute…" Drum mumbled, slightly jealous of all the fuss his brothers made of Viola. She wasn't that great… She couldn't even fight!
"Hm." Piccolo Junior grunted, moving his eyes to King Piccolo and Frikiza. He tried to imagine what a combination of those two would look like… … … Ugh! No. No way was she cuter than Pan.
Frikiza let out a sigh, and looked at the two male icejins.
"Well… anyway, you two can stay here until you work things out." She said.
"Thanks, but I'd rather just kill him." Kuriza pouted.
"You couldn't if your life depended on it." Frieza snarled. "Stop being such a bad son!" He flung his tail across the table to whip Kuriza harshly, causing the younger icejin to cry out.
"Wha – no way." Piccolo Junior growled, glaring at Frieza. "You're not staying here, not where there's a baby."
"Oh shut up, Junior!" Cymbal pouted. "You don't even see her and now you're getting all high and mighty? Screw you!"
"I didn't even know she existed before today!" Piccolo Junior protested.
"Tch. Well… sorry, Son…" King Piccolo began with a smirk. "That little weakling of Goku's might need you to babysit her, but Viola can handle herself. She's more powerful than Frieza."
"Oh – shut up, she is not!" Frieza barked.
"Actually, with your current power level…" Frikiza mumbled, looking at him. "She might be."
Frieza scrunched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, desperately trying to contain his anger as the sound of Kuriza's laughter hurt his ears.
"This…" Frieza hissed. "This is… unacceptable! I am Lord Frieza, I can't be weaker than a baby!"
"But you are." King Piccolo smirked nastily.
"Sorry." Frikiza giggled. "But this is karma – it's your punishment for being such an evil –"
"Oh, spare it!" Frieza spat. He glared at the others. "You all think this is one big joke, don't you? Well – it's not!" He moved his eyes to Kuriza. "You may have reduced my power, Son, but I can still pull the life out of that pathetic little existence of yours. You see…" He smirked. "I have a new form."
"Really?" Kuriza huffed, folding his arms. "Well then, show me."
"My pleasure." Frieza retorted.
Everyone watched in anticipation as Frieza stood up, and powered up… Slowly, steadily… His face twisting in concentration as he raised his energy to push his body into its new form… but nothing happened.
"Well?" Kuriza said with a cruel smirk. "I'm waiting, Papa."
"What…?" Frieza choked, his eyes widening. This didn't make sense. Why wasn't he…? "I… I can't do it! Why can't I transform!"
"If it's your golden form, that takes a lot of energy. You probably aren't strong enough to do it in this state." Frikiza explained.
"Oh, that is bullshit!" Frieza cried. "This is so unfair – Kuriza! Why the hell did you revive me? This is no kind of life!"
"Oh! Well then Papa, allow me to end it –"
"No!" Frikiza barked, throwing her tail in front of Kuriza to block him.
King Piccolo looked at her in confusion.
"What's a golden form?" He frowned.
"Yes – Frikiza, you know about that?" Frieza gasped, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Of course I do." Frikiza replied. "I've been able to do it for years."
"What!" Frieza cried. "How? I only just discovered it!"
"Well, you've never had to train before, have you?" Frikiza shrugged. "But when I left my family I knew they'd come after me, so I started training, and… I found my golden form. That was a few years ago now."
"Wait – what?" King Piccolo glared at her angrily. "You have a fifth form? Why have you never told me!"
"I'm sorry, Pickle…" Frikiza uttered, a look of guilt seeping down her face. "I wanted to tell you about it, but… that form is very powerful, and I… I didn't think you would tell Frieza, but… I couldn't risk anyone knowing about it, in case it got back to him and he used it for bad reasons."
"Oh – what?" Frieza snarled. "Is that what you think of me, Frikiza? You just assume the worst?"
"Well did you use it for bad reasons?" Frikiza hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.
"… That's not the point!" Frieza wailed. "It's rude to make assumptions about people! Didn't your mother ever teach you that before you betrayed her?"
"Shut up." Frikiza growled. "Anyway, if you have reached that form, I'm surprised Goku could defeat you…" She looked at him, and smirked. "I bet I know what happened… As soon as I reached that form I knew it'd be useless unless I could learn to control it properly, but I bet you just jumped right into your revenge, right? What, did you burn yourself out?"
She watched with a sadistic smirk on her face as Frieza started shaking with rage. Oh… She was right. Haha. He was so short-sighted…
"Yeah." Piccolo Junior said with a mocking smirk, glancing at Frieza. "That's precisely what happened."
"Fuck you!" Frieza screamed, causing the mutants to shriek and dart under the table as the entire mansion shook. "You have no idea how powerful I was!" Frieza roared. "If I'd just had a little more time in that form I would have put an end to that stupid monkey once and for –"
"Waaaaaa!" A loud scream suddenly came from the baby monitor on the table.
"Oh – nice going Frieza, you woke the baby!" Tambourine scolded, coming out from under the table.
"I'll go get her." Cymbal volunteered. He left the room and Piccolo Junior watched him, unsure of what to feel about meeting his baby sister for the first time.
Frieza let out a loud, angry snarl, his tail grinding into the floor in frustration.
"You know… you're all incredibly lucky I can't use my golden form, otherwise you would all be dead by now." He hissed.
"Oh… that reminds me." Frikiza uttered. She looked at Frieza, and her expression suddenly turned angry. "You jackass!"
"Wha – hey!" Frieza cried out as Frikiza jumped across the table at him and tackled him to the ground.
"I never got a chance to tell you how much I didn't appreciate you blowing up the Earth!" Frikiza yelled as she sat on his back, pushing Frieza's face into the hard marble floor with one hand and dislocating his tail with the other.
King Piccolo watched the scene in awe, the sound of Frieza's horrific screams of pain filling his ears as Frikiza tortured him… The sound of Frieza's squelching blood and snapping bones echoed through his mind… Ooo. King Piccolo's calloused lips started to turn dry…
"Aiii! Wh-What are you doing!" Frieza wailed.
"There I was, having a lovely day with my family, when all of a sudden I found myself floating in space after the entire world had been blown up!" Frikiza yelled, ignoring Frieza's cries as she grinded her knee into his spine. "My husband, my children – all of them were dead, and my unborn child – I could have had a miscarriage!"
"W-Well did you?" Frieza groaned through gritted teeth, his eyes watering as he struggled to withstand the pain she was causing him.
"No, but that's not the point!" Frikiza wailed. "You almost killed my baby! And you did kill everybody else!"
"Well I didn't mean to do that!" Frieza protested. "I was pissed off at Goku – do you really think I even took your stupid baby into consideration?"
"No!" Frikiza screamed. "You didn't think about us – that's my problem! You were just selfish and short-sighted, like you always are! You didn't even take a second to think about me, or my family or –"
"Mama!"
Frikiza stopped suddenly when a small, innocent voice called out to her. Aw… All of a sudden Frikiza's anger disappeared, and she looked over to see Cymbal holding Viola, who was reaching out to Frikiza.
"Hi, Baby!" Frikiza beamed, releasing Frieza as she stood up to take hold of her daughter. Frieza allowed himself to collapse against the cold marble floor, groaning in pain. That woman… was a psychopath. Really, how could she act like she was a good person? She enjoyed inflicting pain…
"Ha." Kuriza sniggered, a wide grin on his face as he watched his father groan and twist in agony. "Serves you right! You shouldn't blow up a pregnant woman!"
"Shut up, Kuriza…" Frieza snarled weakly. "Piccolo, go and get me some of those magic beans."
"No way." Piccolo Junior huffed, turning away from him. "As far as I'm concerned, you got off lightly." He moved his eyes to the child in Frikiza's arms, who was giggling and waving her tail in delight as Frikiza lifted her up and down.
"So, what do you think?" Tambourine grinned, coming up beside Piccolo Junior. "She's cute, right?"
"Hm." Piccolo Junior studied the baby. Huh… Actually, she looked a little more normal than Junior had imagined. She was pale green, maybe a little paler than him… She was the shape of a normal baby, except she had a long smooth tail like Frikiza's final form, and antennae. She had red eyes, and those black lines on her cheeks that Frikiza's final form had. She was dressed in a sleep suit the same colour as King Piccolo's gi, with his trademark Daimao symbol on it, and on her antennae… There violet bows on her antennae. … … That was pretty cute. "She's… alright." Piccolo Junior commented. "She looks… a lot more friendly than I imagined."
"Yeah, she's super friendly!" Cymbal beamed. He stuck his tongue out at Viola and pouted loudly, and after giggling for a while she stuck her own tongue out at him and did the same.
"Ha." Piccolo Junior smirked. Yeah, okay… she was cute.
Meanwhile, King Piccolo was staring at the battered male icejin that was struggling to get himself off the floor. Wow. Frikiza had really hurt him, in such a short space of time. She'd been so fierce and ruthless, with such bloodlust… King Piccolo swallowed, and grabbed his antennae. Okay… he had to cool down. This wasn't really the time…
"Oh – hey, take her a second." Frikiza said, handing Viola to Piano. "Ugh…" She frowned, moving her eyes down to a stain on her skirt. King Piccolo followed her gaze to see… Oh, God. Was that blood? Victim's… blood? "Can you watch her a second?" Frikiza asked Piano. "I need to get changed –"
"I'll help you!" King Piccolo screamed, and Frikiza yelped as the excited demon grabbed her and bolted out towards their bedroom.