Author's Note:-
Just a short chapter here. This one is a little lighter, I think we were all due a light-hearted chapter after King Piccolo and Junior's talk… and, to be honest, I'm very immature and I like writing this kind of stuff XD So, I hope it's a fun read. I'm aiming to have the next chapter up within a month again, but I have a few non-Demonic Love King Piccolo one-shots that I want to get out of my head as well, so stay tuned for those.
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"We're back!" Deep down in Hell, Gine's voice rang through the capsule house that Cell shared with Zarbon and Dodoria as she returned with the Cell Juniors.
"Papa!" The children cried excitedly, racing over to Cell.
"Hi, Kids." Cell smiled a little, and crouched down to greet them.
"Here." Gine placed the children's unused leashes down on the sideboard. "You might as well keep these here, I never use them."
"How do you get them to obey you?" Dodoria questioned, staring at the children in wonder. "By asking." Gine giggled. "I find that children respond much better to love than they do to fear."
"I find that you're part of the wrong race." Zarbon sniped, moving his eyes to Gine's tail. He glared at Cell. "You know, if Frieza knew you were friends with her –"
"Shut up." Cell hissed, glaring back. "You're just jealous."
"Humph." Zarbon looked down his nose at Gine. "Of her? She can't even wear makeup properly."
"Don't listen to him, Gine. He just doesn't like the fact that other people are capable of making friends." Dodoria said, and smiled at her politely. "You want a drink?"
"Um… well…" Gine looked at Zarbon nervously. Actually, she and Cell had become very good friends. When he'd been trapped in a cocoon a while back, Gine had volunteered to look in on the Juniors for him, and it had all gone from there… now she took the Juniors out for the day at least once a week, and she often hung out at Cell's house afterwards. Bardock wasn't too happy about it… but as Gine had told him, it was better to have Cell on their side than against them. Bardock was reluctant to understand, but… he did, eventually. It didn't stop Zarbon making her feel uncomfortable though.
"Get her a drink. Ignore him." Cell shot Zarbon another cold look, and gestured for Gine to sit down.
"Well, if I'm staying… do you mind if I check on Kakarot?" Gine asked.
"Sure. Kids, get Gine a spy – … oh." Cell blinked when the Juniors presented Gine with a spy-screen, before he'd even had chance to respond. "… Okay."
"Thank you." Gine smiled at them, and tuned into Earth.
"If Lord Frieza knew she was using his spy-screens to check on Goku…" Zarbon looked at Cell.
"These are my screens!" Cell barked back. "And he wouldn't care! Shut up!"

Sigh. Gine's heart sank as she flicked through the Earth channels, searching for any sign of Goku.
"He must be training away again…" She mumbled.
"Well don't waste it! See how Frikiza's doing." Dodoria insisted.
"Okay…" Gine smiled, watching Gohan house onscreen. "Isn't Pan the cutest little girl…?"
"Yeah." Dodoria smiled back, looking. "She's cute, Gine. She looks like you."
"Oh…" Gine blushed slightly. "You think so…?"
"Actually…" Cell mumbled, staring at the screen. "Yeah, kind of. She has your eyes."
"People always say I have weak eyes." Gine frowned.
"Well…" Cell looked at her. "For a saiyan, you do. They're pretty kind."

Zarbon scoffed in annoyance, and let out a sharp, angry sigh.
"Can we stop admiring Goku's family now? What's wrong with you people!"
"Hey." Zarbon's eyes widened as he found Cell standing over him, his hand clasped around Zarbon's throat. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Prettyboy." Cell snarled fiercely, his breath burning onto Zarbon's skin. "This is Gine's family, not Goku's. It's nothing to do with him, do you get that? And if you keep running your mouth, you'll never have to worry about it again because you won't exist anymore. Do you understand?"
"Cell…" Gine whispered. "Not in front of the boys."
"They've seen worse than this." Cell coldly replied, and glared at Zarbon. "Understand?"
"Y-Yes…" Zarbon squealed, his confidence violently broken under the strength of Cell's grasp and the sharp feeling of his cold, fierce, powerful aura.
"Good." Cell spat, and yanked his hand off Zarbon violently, almost making Zarbon gag as his fingers forcefully swiped against Zarbon's throat.
"I-I think I'll go for a lie down…" Zarbon mumbled sheepishly.
"Good idea." Cell said with a nasty smirk. "You're looking very tired these days."

Zarbon glared at him, but soon backed off when Cell glared back with much more venom. Defeated, Zarbon sulkily left the room.
"Anyway…" Gine sighed, and tuned into the King Piccolo Mansion. Cell scoffed, and looked away. Tch. Frikiza and King Piccolo. Sometimes he still couldn't believe it. He was sort of happy for Frikiza; that was a cute baby she had, but… it was so frustrating to see her hooked up with King Piccolo, when Cell knew he could show her a much better time!
"Wait – Gine, stop there." Dodoria's voice caught Cell's attention, and he curiously looked at the screen.
"Dodoria!" Gine scolded. "She's doing yoga! Don't be such a pervert!"
"But… isn't that…" Dodoria mumbled.
"That's Frieza!" Cell screamed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "Frieza's alive!"
"What!" Zarbon's voice erupted through the capsule house as he came charging back into the room. He flung himself at the spy-screen, blocking the others' view for a brief moment before Cell violently pushed him aside.
"Wh-What's Frieza doing alive!" Cell choked.
"I don't know, I thought –"
"Gine!" Cell barked, cutting her off as he leapt to his feet. "Watch the kids!"
"What? Cell, wait! I told Bardock I'd be home by –" Gine didn't have chance to get another word out before Cell, Zarbon and Dodoria all bolted out of the house, leaving her to babysit the Juniors.

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Over at the King Piccolo Mansion, it was the morning after the night before, and King Piccolo awoke to an empty bed… much to his disappointment. His changed relationship with Frikiza had left him feeling rather… 'alert' in the mornings, and he had a certain desire to locate her. Immediately. He yawned, and rolled onto her side of the bed, picking up her scent. It was faint… How long had she been gone? Had he woken up late? King Piccolo looked over at the clock on his bedside table; it was 10am. Hm. That was a couple of hours later than usual… He'd had no idea he was even that tired. Well. Whatever. With any luck everyone else was done with breakfast, and he would find Frikiza alone. He stretched, and yawned again, and adjusted his loosened pants to cover himself, and he headed for the door.

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King Piccolo tried the pool room first, just on the off-chance that Frikiza wasn't still eating with everybody else. If she was busy, that would really spoil his mood. He was in luck, however. King Piccolo's face lit up in delight when he saw her… She was stretching by the pool, in her final form… oh, yeah. He felt a rush of excitement. Look at that! She was already on all fours. Perfect! In her final form as well… that was his favourite – or at least, it used to be. Before she'd showed him that golden form… That was the reason he'd slept in – it was not for beginners. She'd had to hold back a lot; the whole time he could sense she was desperately trying to restrain herself with all that power, but… whatever. Even if she did only use a fraction of its power, it was incredible. It was delicious; so fierce and strong, and yet her body remained so small and vulnerable compared to his… It didn't matter how powerful she was, he could still make her squeal in pain. He loved it! Enough to do it again right now. Right now. King Piccolo licked his lips, and approached her small form.

He knelt down over Frikiza on all fours, trapping her body under his. She froze immediately. Ha. Could she see what was coming? Well… maybe she could feel it. King Piccolo rubbed himself against her butt, his claws scraping against the marble floor in anticipation as he felt the friction of her against him. Ohhhhh that was the best feeling in the world. He lowered his mouth to her neck, and softly bit her flesh.
"Morning, my little icicle…" He purred. He expected a response, but she remained perfectly silent. Hm. That was unusual. Was she annoyed? Because he'd interrupted her yoga routine? Whatever – he wouldn't interrupt for long, he could absolutely guarantee that. King Piccolo looked down at her; from this angle he couldn't see Frikiza's face, just the back of her head. He kind of liked that; sometimes, if he got the position right he could see his own reflection in her purple armour, and he could just watch everything he was doing to her… It was one of the best ego boosts the world had to offer. Excited even more by the thought of seeing himself pummelling into her again, King Piccolo slammed a rough hand onto the base of Frikiza's tail, and squeezed. "Come on." He urged, grinding himself against her. "Honey, if you don't say anything I'm just going to take it." He smirked, and placed his hands on her hips. "Do you want that?" He snarled, in a flirtatious vicious tone. "I'm going to tear that little body of yours apart, and what are you going to do about it?" Hm… She was still being silent. That wasn't like her… What, was it too fierce for this time in the morning? But since when did she not react at all? Frikiza was pretty clear; she either refused to put out and violently kicked him away, or she played along with whatever kind of fantasy he wanted. This silence, it was… not like her. Actually… Neither was her body. What the hell? King Piccolo frowned, looking down at Frikiza's hips as he roughly massaged them. They were small… They were usually wider than this, weren't they? They'd been wider last night, in her golden form… Was her golden form wider? King Piccolo hadn't noticed a difference at the time… Then again, it had been a while… maybe he'd forgotten what her body was like. Well… he'd have to reacquaint himself with it then. King Piccolo smirked, and ran his hands up her front. He'd have to reacquaint himself, starting with those soft, round juicy –

Fuck. Where… where the hell were they? King Piccolo's eyes slowly widened. Her breasts were… gone. No… Why where they…? Unless…? No… no no no no no! No, this was not happening! Hell no!
"Well, Pickle…" Came what was not Frikiza's voice, as the breastless, small-hipped icejin pushed back against King Piccolo's most intimate part. "I guess I have no choice. I'll just have to get torn apart, won't I?" It turned its head to look at him… and that was not Frikiza's face… "Ey, Big Bog?"
"Ahhhhhhh!" King Piccolo screamed, leaping away with such desperation he almost fell onto his back. His heart raced; his entire body felt cold and sharp as he stared at what was quite clearly Frieza with wide, bulging eyes. No. no no, that had not just happened. No no no no no no no no –
"Hey." Wh-What…? King Piccolo let out at sharp gasp. That voice… that was Frikiza.

He turned around, to see Frikiza standing in the doorway.
"You're finally up." She giggled, smiling at King Piccolo.
"Oh, he certainly is." Frieza smirked. "Frikiza, your husband just threatened to rape me."
"What?" Frikiza blinked.
"I did nothing of the kind!" King Piccolo roared. Suddenly, his head was clear. All that horror, all that confusion… in just one split second it had all disappeared, replaced by an intense, burning rage. Frieza had made a fool of him… He'd just stayed there, completely silent, allowing King Piccolo to think he was - - who the fuck does that! Who the hell did that slimy lizard freak think he was! How dare he make a fool of King Piccolo! How dare he! "You piece of shit!"
"Pickle, stop!" Frikiza screamed as King Piccolo hurled a fatal ki attack at Frieza. It charged towards him, threatening to turn the icejin into nothing but dust, until Frikiza managed to leap in front of it just seconds before it hit Frieza.

Boom! The explosion could be heard all throughout the King Piccolo Mansion. For one the walls were safe – because the attack was physically smaller than King Piccolo's usual outbursts. It was concentrated, and focused… on the sole purpose of killing its target. Unfortunately… it had hit Frikiza.
"Frikiza!" King Piccolo choked breathlessly, the air disappearing from his lungs as if they had been punched clean through.
"Whoa." Frieza blinked, his eyes widened in shock. No way… Had Frikiza just…?

King Piccolo raced over to Frikiza, just in time to catch her as she collapsed to the floor. Fuck! She was unconscious. Shit!
"Frikiza!" He barked, shaking her. "Wake up!" She was still alive… He could hear her breathing. Dammit! Why the hell had she done that! "This is your fault!" King Piccolo roared, glaring at Frieza.
"Me? It was your attack." Frieza argued.
"It was aimed at you!" King Piccolo screamed. "It was supposed to take your pathetic, weak little life, you worthless piece of shit!"
"Oh, as if you couldn't have imagined she'd step in the way." Frieza snorted. "Even I could have predicted that and I'm not even married to her – don't blame me for your poor planning." He folded his arms and looked at King Piccolo disapprovingly. "What if she'd been holding the baby? You're not a very responsible father."
"She would have put the baby down first, you idiot." King Piccolo snarled. "But - - don't turn this on me! That attack was meant for you!" He raised his palm to Frieza's head, forming another ki attack. "But this one won't miss –"
"What the hell is happening here!"
"Dammit…" King Piccolo seethed. Why did people keep walking in! He was getting angrier by the second; what the hell was wrong with this day!

King Piccolo turned around, to see Piccolo Junior standing there with Cymbal and Viola, who was desperately trying to pull the turban off Junior's head.
"Mom!" Cymbal cried, racing over to Frikiza. "What happened!"
"It's not what it looks like." King Piccolo growled.
"Oh yeah?" Junior snorted, and glared at Frieza. "Because it looks like this guy crossed the line with you and Frikiza stepped in the way."
"… Yes, that's what happened." King Piccolo reluctantly mumbled. Stupid Junior. Why was he such a smart ass?
"What did he do?" Cymbal asked.
"That doesn't matter!" King Piccolo barked. "Just – take her to the regen tank."
"No need. Here." Piccolo Junior reached into his gi, and pulled out a senzu bean. He tossed it to King Piccolo, as quick as he could before Viola swiped it out of his hand. She was fast! And now she was reaching into his gi to see if he had more… dammit. Junior held Viola away from his body, and tried not to listen as she started screeching in protest, her high-pitched wail hurting his ears. Wow. This was all it took to piss her off? This kid was spoilt!
"Shut her up!" King Piccolo yelled, glaring over at Junior.
"How? Your demon child throws a tantrum at everything!" Junior argued back.
"Put her tail in her mouth, Junior." Cymbal said. "She thinks it's a pacifier."
"What…?" Junior frowned, and stared down at Viola's tail, noticing it was covered in tiny teeth marks… "… No." He growled. No way, he wasn't doing that! What was wrong with this family? Who lets a baby self-harm? Junior let out a sigh, and offered Viola his finger to chew on. She immediately started gnawing at it mercilessly, like a wild animal. Like King Piccolo, actually… it was somewhat unsettling to see how much like him she was.

King Piccolo turned his attention back to his wife, and Frieza watched, somewhat fascinated as King Piccolo put the senzu bean in the unconscious Frikiza's mouth and tilted back her head. Hm… Frieza watched curiously. It was a wonder she didn't choke. Then again, judging by a few minutes ago, that tiny bean was possibly the smallest thing she'd ever had in her mouth… Ew! No! Frieza blushed slightly, and turned away. He was not going there – he had standards, and King Piccolo certainly did not meet them!
"Mm…" Within mere seconds of swallowing the bean, Frikiza began to stir.
"Mom?" Cymbal whimpered, staring down at her in concern. "Are you okay?"
"Hm…?" Frikiza smiled slightly, and opened her eyes. "Of course…" She sat up, and looked at him, giggling at the worried expression on Cymbal's face. "Oh… Cymbal, don't worry." She leaned forward and hugged him. "I'm fine."
"Okay…" Cymbal mumbled, cautiously hugging her back.

Frikiza turned to King Piccolo, and her expression suddenly fell sour. She glared at him fiercely, her eyes alight with anger.
"No thanks to you!" She barked. "You could have killed me!"
"No, I could have killed him!" King Piccolo argued. "That was the whole point!"
"I already told you not to do that!" Frikiza yelled.
"I never agreed to it!" King Piccolo snarled. "Anyway, it was your own fault for jumping in front of him! His own son wouldn't even do that, so why should you –"
"Don't start!" Frikiza hissed, cutting him off.

She rose to her feet, and dusted off the ashy remnants of his attack. It was just fortunate that she was in her final form, at least she was a little less exposed… she incredibly annoyed about her clothing though – Frikiza had been wearing a dress that she'd been rather fond of, and it had been completely disintegrated, along with her underwear. She folded her arms over her chest to cover herself, and glared at King Piccolo again. "I don't even know how you struggle to tell us apart, but if it's a problem then I'll stay in my first form – all the time."
"You don't need to do it all the time." King Piccolo growled. "Just when he's around."
"No." Frikiza replied stubbornly. "All the time. You will never see my golden form again."
"Wha – don't be so childish!" King Piccolo barked. She couldn't do that! He'd barely played with her golden form at all – and she'd been keeping it a secret from him for all these years! She had no right to withhold it from him now!
"Childish? You're the one that solves everything by killing people!" Frikiza pouted. "I'm going to get changed – and don't even think about coming near me until you replace my dress!" She made her way over to Junior, and smiled lovingly at the tiny green creature that was attempting to chew her way through his tough skin. "Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go play." She took hold over Viola, who immediately dove at her chest. Frikiza let out a sigh, and made her way out of the room. "Okay, okay… hold on, you can have some in a minute, just let me get changed…"

King Piccolo watched her leave, his face steadily filling with rage. Well, this was great. He'd finally got Frikiza back where he wanted her after all this time, and she had a sexy new form for him to play with, and now the only person that would get anywhere near her was that stupid baby! And it was all that bastard lizard's fault!
"Idiot!" King Piccolo roared, slamming his clenched fist onto Frieza's tail. "Do you have any idea what you've cost me!"
"…" Frieza looked down at King Piccolo's hand on his tail, and his cheeks darkened. "I'm sorry. I can't replace her!" He dove into the pool, in an attempt to cool off. This was horrific…

XXXXX

Meanwhile, in another universe, Queen Kold was sitting in her chair, impatiently swirling her glass of wine as she waited for her employees to get their act together. Her eldest daughter Chilla was sitting beside her, also waiting with a sulky expression on her face.
"I'm just saying." Chilla pouted. "I didn't have to come here until we were actually ready to –"
"Enough!" Kold barked, cutting Chilla off. The girl was really testing her patience… Chilla was complaining about the fact that she'd been summoned here, before they were even able to travel to Frikiza's current universe. Well, yes. Of course. The technology was still being developed by Queen Kold's minions now, but as soon as it was ready she wanted to go! She didn't want to find herself waiting around for Chilla to arrive. So, she had summoned Chilla here early, in preparation. Chilla had to wait here with her. Silently. Until they were ready to leave.

Chilla let out a frustrated sigh, and tapped her tail against the ground.
"How long –"
"Do you have somewhere to be!" Kold barked, glaring at her. Chilla remained silent, and looked away.
"Yes." She thought to herself. "Not that it's any of your business…"
"Queen Kold…?" A quiet, humble voice caught the attention of the two icejins, and they turned their heads to see one of Queen Kold's soldiers.
"Yes?" Kold spoke impatiently, glaring fiercely at the smaller being. "You'd better have good news for me."
"Yes, Your Highness." The soldier smiled. "We've developed the technology that will allow us to travel to Frikiza's location. We've located the co-ordinates for her version of Earth, so this will allow you to –"
"Yes!" Queen Kold exclaimed triumphantly, and downed the rest of her wine. "See!" She shot a nasty look at Chilla. "All you need is patience, Child! That's always been your problem!"

Chilla didn't respond, she simply looked at the soldier.
"So we can go now?" She asked.
"Well… yes." The soldier nodded. "But… the only trouble is, we can get you to her planet, but we were unable to secure her exact location so… um…" She lowered her eyes, her shoulders sinking and her cheeks darkening as she became more nervous. "So, you… uh…"
"What?" Queen Kold hissed, grinding her tail into the ground in impatience. "What's the problem!"
"Well… once you get to Earth you'll have to…" The soldier raised her eyes to Queen Kold, and offered a timid, sheepish smile. "… look for her yourself."
"What!" Queen Kold screamed, causing the soldier to shriek and fall to her knees.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness!" She wailed. "We can locate her, but it'll take another three days to –"

Boom. With one quick movement of Kold's fingers the soldier found herself struck with a ki attack, turning her to ash before she could even think about moving.
"Humph." Chilla grunted, unfazed by the sudden death of the soldier. "So I have to stay here for another three days?"
"No." Queen Kold answered calmly. "If we go to Earth now, we'll find her in a fraction of the time." She rose from her seat, and headed for the door, intentionally stepping through the pile of ash that once was a loyal soldier. "Come. Let's find your sister."
"Fine." Chilla sighed, and followed her mother out of the room. Hmm. She smirked to herself slightly as she walked pasted the remnants of the soldier. How funny. That was what Frikiza would look like soon.