Author's Note:-
It's finally here! Sorry about the update gap, I've been preoccupied with a lot of one-shots recently… if I don't write then when I think of them I usually don't write them at all, either that or I let them all build up and write a whole bunch of them at once, like in recent weeks XD
Anyway! Hopefully it was worth the wait, we're getting into the 'middle' of the fic now. Apologies for all the filler, but I wanted to practice these characters and as always I had scenes that I wanted to do… etc etc. Anyway, Enjoy!
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"Okay!" Frikiza yelled in anger, slamming her tail down into the exquisite marble flooring of the King Piccolo Mansion, so harshly she dented it. Not that she noticed the damage. The mutants trembled nervously as the impact of her tail made the floor shake a little, and they each had a horrific vision of getting struck by the same fierce limb if she carried on in this mood. Wow… she was so mad. It was scary.
"Mom, calm down –"
"I am calm!" Frikiza hissed, glaring at Cymbal with such venom he immediately regretted speaking.
"You don't look it." Drum stated.
"I am!" Frikiza roared.
She ground her tail into the floor again, in an attempt to calm herself. She was still mad at King Piccolo for destroying her dress, and all day she'd been listening to Frieza and Kuriza bickering… They never stopped. Now, she'd had enough. She couldn't stand listening to them – they were the exact same mental age! It was infuriating!
She turned her head to King Piccolo, who was deliberately ignoring Viola as she tried to get his attention. The jackass… Frikiza watched as Viola tugged at the bottom of his gi and his shoes, yelling and snarling at him in an attempt to get him to pick her up. He just kicked her off like a dog, and she did it again… And he kicked her off, again. "Piccolo – pick her up!" Frikiza yelled. "She wants your attention!"
"Who cares?" King Piccolo snorted, shaking Viola off once more. "When she can put a hole in Goku's head, then she'll get my attention." He sat in his chair sulkily, still pissed off at Frikiza for denying him access to her body – which was his legal property! How long was she going to keep this up? She wouldn't even look at him. It was just a stupid dress! King Piccolo had lost his life before now, and he didn't go whining about it every five seconds and acting unreasonably!
"Ahhhhhhh!" Viola burst into tears, and threw himself to the floor in a tantrum.
"Aw…" Kuriza mumbled, feeling sorry for her. "Hey… don't worry about it." He scooped Viola up in his arms, and started to rock her. "Papas suck. They don't care about you or your feelings. You're better off without him."
"Don't teach her that!" Frieza barked. "The father is the most important figure in a family, he's the only one she should listen to."
"Don't teach her that!" Frikiza yelled back.
"I'll… take her." Piccolo Junior said, cautiously taking Viola from Kuriza's arms. He didn't trust Kuriza. Even if Kuriza wasn't as evil as Frieza, he was still Frieza's son… and Piccolo Junior was yet to meet a male icejin that hadn't turned out to be a psychopath. Actually, he was yet to meet a female icejin that wasn't a little nuts…
"I won't hurt her!" Kuriza frowned, offended. "She's technically my sister."
"No!" King Piccolo snarled, and glared fiercely at Kuriza, determined to nip that horrific idea in the bud. "No, she's not! Because Frikiza is not your mother! She's completely different!"
"Whatever…" Kuriza sulked.
Piccolo Junior held up Viola and sighed, watching her scream. All this kid did was scream.
"What's the big deal?" Junior thought to himself. "I never had him at your age either and I turned out okay." He tried to think about how he could silence her. Hm… She'd been trying to grab his turban before. Maybe… "Viola, look." Piccolo Junior held her in one arm, and removed the turban from his head. "Look – comes off!"
"Mm…" Viola grunted, staring up at Junior in fascination. "… Dada?"
"No." Junior smiled. "I just look like him without this. You want to try it?" He placed it over her head and shoulders, and sniggered a little as she struggled to get it off. "Heh. You can't do it, Kid. That turban is weighted –"
Slam. In a split second Viola's ki spiked, and she hurled the turban at the floor. "… Oh." Junior blinked, sweat dropping as he stared at the turban. Wow… He hadn't expected her to have that kind of power at such a young age. Was this child a saiyan! "Junior, I was born with a power level of fifty-thousand." Frikiza giggled, amused by the expression on Piccolo Junior's face. "Viola's strong, she's just not old enough to do anything with it yet."
"Maybe she'll grow up to be stronger than Goku." Tambourine grinned.
"I doubt that." Piccolo Junior remarked. "Pan might, but…"
"Don't say that!" Cymbal barked. "You shouldn't put her down, otherwise she really won't amount to anything!"
"That's right." Piano frowned. "We want to encourage Viola. What if she really does have the potential to become stronger than Goku? Just imagine it – Son Goku, but with King Piccolo's blood."
Junior paused for a moment, imagining just that. It was… horrifying!
"Why the hell would you guys want that!" Junior yelled, and the mutants started sniggering.
Meanwhile, Viola stared up at Piccolo Junior… or more specifically, his antennae. They were within her reach… She smacked her lips, her fingers moving restlessly. She wanted to grab them… She wanted to pull… "Hm?" Junior felt her eyes on him. He looked down at Viola, and frowned. Why was she staring at him like that…? Oh… crap. Pan did that as well. "She pulls antennae?" Junior sighed. "Pan's always doing it."
"No." King Piccolo smirked. "Viola doesn't."
"Really?" Junior blinked, looking at Viola. "She looks like she wants to…"
"Yeah, she probably does. She used to do it all the time." Tambourine said. "But every time she did it King Piccolo bit her, and now she doesn't do it anymore."
"What!" Junior screamed. He turned to his father, his eyes wide in horror. "You bit a baby?"
"One time he nearly took off her fingers." Cymbal said.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Junior roared, his ki soaring as he glared at King Piccolo. "How can you do that!"
"She had to learn." King Piccolo shrugged.
"Sounds perfectly reasonable to me." Frieza nodded. "Children need discipline."
"That isn't discipline, that's insanity!" Junior yelled. "It's borderline mutilation!"
"Papa, there's something seriously wrong with you!" Kuriza snarled at his father. "How can you be so cruel to a baby?"
"Well, I wasn't the one that bit her." Frieza huffed. "Anyway, it worked didn't it?"
"Exactly." King Piccolo grunted in agreement, and then he flinched. Dammit… he forgot he wasn't speaking to Frieza. Frieza was the one that had started all this. The slimy little lizard freak.
Frikiza sighed deeply, her tail slowly making its way towards the centre of the Earth as she tried desperately to contain her frustration. She hated being reminded of how badly King Piccolo treated Viola… she hated being reminded of anything he did! Why was his answer to everything violence!
"Enough!" She barked, and turned to King Piccolo. "Junior's right, you are horrible to her! She wants your attention, you jackass! You're her father and you never spend any time with her!" She swiped Viola from Junior's arms and marched over to King Piccolo, dropping the infant into his lap. "Take her for a walk."
"It's not a dog." King Piccolo snarled.
"She's not an 'it' either!" Frikiza yelled. "She's your daughter! Spend some fucking time with her!" She turned to Frieza. "And you! Go with him!"
"What!" Frieza cried.
"What?" King Piccolo seethed.
"Yeah… what?" Piano uttered worriedly. "Frikiza – I know you're her mother, but that seems like a terrible combination to have alone around Viola –" He stopped talking when Frikiza turned to glare at him, her eyes alight with something that told Piano to stop talking.
"I'm not going." Frieza said stubbornly. "I'm not a babysitter."
"Well then, why don't you stay here and bond with you son?" Frikiza smiled.
Frieza took one look as Kuriza, and snorted.
"I'd rather walk the baby."
"Screw you!" Kuriza barked. "Most fathers would kill to have me for a son!"
"And yet, nobody has." Frieza replied with a cruel smirk. "You obviously aren't worth killing for."
"Whatever. If you two are going out with Viola, I'll come with you." Piccolo Junior growled, glaring at Frieza.
"Oh – shut up, Junior! You think I can't handle him?" King Piccolo spat. "This isn't a family outing. You just stay here and stop Cymbal stealing tin foil from the kitchen."
"He knew that was me…?" Cymbal mumbled, his cheeks darkening a little.
"Cymbal, you have a special cabinet for it in your room." Tambourine said.
"But King Piccolo never comes into my room…" Cymbal sighed.
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"Okay. Changing bag, bottles, spare clothes…" Frikiza examined Viola's stroller, checking that they had everything before they headed out.
"Baby." Frieza added, dumping Viola in the stroller. He frowned as he looked at it. It seemed like an odd design for Frikiza… "Honestly, I'm surprised you made your stroller look like our hover chair. Don't you associate that with bad memories?"
"It doesn't just look like it." Frikiza smiled. "It is my chair. Zarba made it for me." She giggled a little. "She said she always thought I looked great in it… but after I left the Planet Trade Organisation, I couldn't stand to use it anymore. It just had so many bad memories…" She smiled again, her eyes softening. "So Zarba converted it into a stroller, and she said that maybe I could have good memories of it now. Isn't that the sweetest thing?"
"Hm." Frieza snorted. "Why are women so sentimental?"
"I bet Cell would do the same thing." Frikiza replied, and looked at him. She hesitated, seeming somewhat nervous. "You haven't mentioned him once… are you guys okay?"
"How should I know?" Frieza shrugged. "I've been in a cocoon. I haven't seen Cell since before Viola was born. He's probably remarried by now."
"What? But –"
"Are we going?" Frieza hissed, sharply cutting her off. He seemed angry all of a sudden… "Piccolo! Hurry up or I'm going without you!"
"That's fine!" King Piccolo called back from somewhere else in the Mansion.
"Piccolo, come on!" Frikiza yelled. She looked at Frieza. "Frieza – it's not of my business, but I don't think Cell would –"
"As far as he's concerned, I'm never coming out of that cocoon. He'd be an idiot to not move on." Frieza stated. "And he's not an idiot." He looked at her coldly, his eyes darkened. "And yes, you're right. It is none of your business."
"Okay…" Frikiza mumbled. She lowered her eyes, a little saddened. She felt bad for him… She really thought Frieza and Cell worked so well together… It was such a shame if it was over…
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"Wh-what…?" Meanwhile in Hell, in the bedroom of Babidi's cave, Cell stared into Fortune-teller Baba's crystal ball, wide-eyed and trembling as he watched Frieza and Frikiza talking. "He… he thinks I've… moved on?"
"Oh, that's too bad. My condolences." Babidi replied bitterly as he and Baba lay in bed with only a worn duvet to cover them, after being suddenly interrupted halfway through their private time. "Now if you wouldn't mind – get the hell out! Some people still have relationships to maintain, you know!"
"Yeah – Cell, couldn't you at least wait until they were done?" Dodoria sighed, holding up Zarbon's hair as Zarbon puked into a hole in the floor. They'd followed Cell to Babidi's cave, in the hopes that they would find Fortune-teller Baba and get as much information as they could about Frieza's revival… When they hadn't found Baba or Babidi in the lounge area Dodoria had told Cell not to storm into their bedroom, but… Cell never did listen to Dodoria. Now Zarbon was puking.
"Shut up, all of you!" Cell screamed, his ki bursting around him. He turned to Baba, and glared at her. "You have to get me revived! Now!"
"Do I look like a dragon?" Fortune-teller Baba argued. "I told you everything I know, that's all I can do."
"But Frieza thinks I left him!" Cell cried. "What if he gets married to some Earth bimbo?"
"Like a human Zarbon?" Dodoria sniggered.
"Shut up." Zarbon growled, briefly glaring up at him before he accidentally caught a glimpse of Babidi and Baba, and he started puking again.
"Well, you know what they say." Baba shrugged. "The first marriage never works out."
"Who says that!" Cell demanded. "And this is Frieza's second marriage!"
"Well then, doesn't that tell you he isn't good at holding onto a marriage?" Baba replied.
"Wha - - shut up!" Cell roared, his ki firing up even more.
"Cell!" Dodoria cried out, watching in shock as the cave started to collapse around them. "Calm down!"
"Get me to Earth!" Cell screamed.
He hovered above Baba and Babidi and gazed down at them with dark, venomous eyes, not a trace of compassion in his soul. He raised his palm, forming a fatal ki attack, and pointed it right at them. "I'm serious." He spoke, his voice cold and deadly. "If you don't fix this, I'll finish you."
"Fuck! Baba, would you just send him to Earth already!" Babidi shrieked, wide-eyed and shaking in fright. "He's insane!"
"But Cell – if I send you to Earth, King Yemma will kill me!" Fortune-teller Baba protested.
"If you don't, I'll kill you!" Cell snapped. "And your boyfriend!"
"Could you not do that anyway?" Zarbon sniped. "That kind of ugliness doesn't need to exist."
"You'll look like this one day!" Babidi yelled. "Youth doesn't last forever!"
"It does when you're dead." Zarbon retorted.
"… Oh yeah."
"Baba!"
Cell jumped onto the bed and slammed his hand around Fortune-teller Baba's throat, yanking her up to his eye level.
"Aiiii!" Zarbon and Dodoria both screamed, their faces turning blue at the sight of Baba's nudity. "Cell!" They both gagged, and each of them started to throw up onto the floor.
"Oh, screw you!" Baba thought angrily, unable to speak under Cell's grasp.
"Baba." Cell snarled, glaring into her eyes. He didn't care if she was naked. He didn't care if this was bothering them – in fact, he didn't care about anything else right now except making her do what he said! "I'm ordering you. You have one more chance, or you'll be down here forever."
"C-Cell…" Baba choked. "I – I can't –"
"Cell!"
Cell paused, suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice. Gine…?
"Papa!" The Juniors' voices came from behind him, and he turned around to see Gine and the Cell Juniors standing there. Gine gasped when she saw Baba, and hastily threw her hands and tail around as many of the Juniors' eyes as she could.
"Don't look, Boys – Cell, what are you doing!" She demanded, glaring at him. "That's Baba!"
"I know it's Baba." Cell hissed. "She's the only one that can get me to Earth – I have to speak to Frieza!"
"Well – can't you just wait until Kakarot kills him again?" Gine suggested.
"Why would you assume Goku's going to kill him!" Cell yelled.
"… Seriously?" Gine blinked.
"Just – shut up!" Cell barked. "You don't understand! Frieza thinks I met someone else! Which means he's going to meet someone else – any time now!"
"… Oh." Gine's face fell. "Oh, no… that is a problem." She looked at him sympathetically, her face softening. "But… you know, this isn't going to fix it. Just please… put Baba down. She can't help anyone if she's dead."
"Actually, I don't know if I could stand her being down here all the time." Babidi admitted. "Part of the reason our relationship works is because of these rare saucy encounters."
"Huh?" Baba grunted, glaring at him. Babidi looked back.
"What? You don't really think you'd be sent to Heaven, do you?" He snorted.
"… Humph." Baba moved her eyes away, to look up at Cell.
"Cell." Gine uttered softly. "Please… Put her down."
"… … … Tch."
After a long, agonising pause Cell finally grunted, and threw Baba onto the bed. She dove back under the covers, gasping breathlessly and clasping her hands around her throat.
"Th-Thank you, Gine!" She choked. Gine smiled, and looked at Cell.
"We'll figure something out." She said.
"Well. You'd better, Gine." Cell snarled, glaring back at her coldly. "Because if you don't come up with a way to fix this before Frieza remarries, it's not Baba you'll need to worry about." He smirked nastily. "It's Bardock and Raditz."
"… Don't threaten my family." Gine hissed, and turned away. "Boys! Come on. Time to go." She stormed out of the cave, and the Cell Juniors followed closely behind.
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Back on Earth, King Piccolo and Frieza walked down the street in complete silence, taking turns to push Viola.
"You go." King Piccolo grunted, and released the stroller while it was still moving.
"Wha – hey!" Frieza cried, grabbing the stroller before it went into the road. "It's not my turn yet!"
"Actually, it's always your turn." King Piccolo smirked. "But if you have a problem with that, why don't we fight for it?"
"Tch…" Frieza hissed, his entire body shaking as he glared at King Piccolo. The nerve of him… The nerve of him! "This is funny to you, isn't it?"
"Yes." King Piccolo grinned menacingly.
"You know, you can only say that because I'm not at my full power, and I'm not at my full power because the dragon isn't strong enough to restore me – that's how powerful I am." Frieza snorted. "If I was in my golden form, you wouldn't stand a chance."
"'If'." King Piccolo repeated with a sadistic smirk, which enraged Frieza even more.
"She's your daughter." He snarled.
"And I'm entrusting her to you –" King Piccolo retorted, before he paused. Wait… what was that smell…?
"Tell me she hasn't." Frieza hissed.
They stared down at Viola, whose face was bright purple as she strained into her diaper. "Oh – that's disgusting!" Frieza screamed, leaping away from the stroller. "Change her!"
"What? No way!" King Piccolo barked. "I already said, I'm delegating her to you!"
"I can't do it!" Frieza yelled back. "I'm Lord Frieza – I'm an emperor! I'm leader of the Planet Trade Organisation!"
"You were." King Piccolo smirked. "Now you're just a nanny. Change her."
"No!" Frieza snarled.
"Fine." King Piccolo shrugged, still holding the sadistic smirk on his lips. "Then you'll have to deal with the smell." He grabbed hold of his nose, and effortlessly tore it off without so much as flinching, which caused Viola to giggle and attempt to do the same to herself. King Piccolo sniggered at her efforts, before tossing his nose into the road, rendering himself unable to smell Viola's mess.
Frieza stood with his fists clenched, so angry he was shaking. Unbelievable… this was unbelievable! What sort of maniac mutilates themselves like that? And it was so unfair! This disgusting thing was Piccolo's daughter, and yet Frieza was the only one suffering from its behaviour! This was completely unfair!
"Fine!" Frieza barked, and looked around. "There!" He pointed to a cake store. "Look – it's full of women. We'll just take her in there, one of them will change her."
"Whatever." King Piccolo grunted. "I'm not doing it." He regenerated his nose, and they made their way over to the store. "Take her in." King Piccolo instructed. "They'll be frightened by me."
"Wha – why don't you think they'll be frightened by me?" Frieza frowned. "You don't think I look intimidating?" He watched as King Piccolo grinned back mockingly, and he forced himself not to self-destruct in anger. "I'm remembering this." Frieza said coldly. "When my power is restored, don't think I'll forget."
"Whatever." King Piccolo tauntingly replied. He was loving this! He didn't like Frieza, and he was thrilled to see him so humiliated. This walk was actually turning out to be fun! "Get me some doughnuts while you're in there – and a melon soda."
"Do you have any money?" Frieza demanded.
"Don't you?" King Piccolo frowned. "I thought you were the head of the Planet Trade Organisation?"
"Yes, well… until order is restored, all of my money is in Kuriza's name." Frieza growled. "Not that it matters. I never carry money. I never have to pay anything. Just give me yours."
"Fine." King Piccolo sighed.
He retched, and gagged a little, and spat a credit card into his hand. "Here." King Piccolo grunted, holding his hand out. "The PIN is 0509."
Frieza stared down at King Piccolo's open palm, with wide eyes. Oh, that was disgusting… it was covered in saliva!
"You can't be serious." He gagged.
"What?" King Piccolo shrugged. "They never check the name."
"I don't care about that!" Frieza yelled. "Why the hell would I want to touch your saliva-ridden card? Don't you have a wallet?"
"Tch. why didn't you say so?" King Piccolo snorted.
"That should have been your first choice!" Frieza snarled. "Just hurry up."
He waited for King Piccolo to produce a dry, clean wallet, and he took a step back when he saw King Piccolo gag again. Oh, he had to be kidding… Splat! Before Frieza could tell him to stop, King Piccolo choked up a wallet.
"I don't know how much is in it." King Piccolo said. "You should probably just use the card."
"Unbelievable…" Frieza growled. "You're an animal. You're actually more repulsive than a saiyan. Just - - wait here!" He used his ki to make the card float, not daring to touch it, and he pushed Viola's stroller into the cake store, with the slimy warm card following him behind.
King Piccolo smirked to himself as he watched Frieza walk in. Ha! He'd really done it? What a moron. King Piccolo actually did have money in his gi; he'd just choked up a credit card to see if Frieza would actually submit and take it. King Piccolo hadn't expected him to give up so easily… perhaps having such a low power level was depressing him and making him lose his will to fight. … Hahahahahaha! Well good! It served him right for being such a bad guest!
King Piccolo leaned against the shop wall, away from the window and out of view of the shop's occupants as he impatiently waited for Frieza to emerge with Viola and the doughnuts.
"Um – excuse me, Sir?"
"Hm?" King Piccolo grunted at the sound of a timid voice, and he looked down to see a… woman? Was that a woman? She had long dark hair, and she was wearing a baggy robe, so baggy that it was impossible to see the shape of her body. The robe trailed along the floor behind her, covering a few feet. Why was she dressed like that…? She looked like a lunatic! Her face was strange, as well. It was a pale purple… was that face paint? She was a human, wasn't she? King Piccolo couldn't sense her power level…
"Can I interest you in joining my cult?" The woman smiled. "We offer people a calm and peaceful lifestyle, particularly beneficial to married couples who want happiness for each other."
"Tch!" King Piccolo snorted, repulsed by the suggestion. "Get the hell out of here – and take off those clothes, nobody can tell you're a woman."
"… Oh." The female uttered. "… Well, may I shake your hand?" She asked, offering him her palm. "It was nice to meet you."
"Hm." King Piccolo grunted.
He gazed down at her palm, considering whether or not to break her wrist. She had some nerve, coming up to him and trying to make him join some happiness club – did she think he didn't look happy? And what the hell was she bringing his marriage into it for? Did she think his marriage wasn't doing well? The judging bitch! It was none of her business what state his marriage was in – and actually, it was doing just fine! Frikiza was just overreacting as usual. Not that it was any of this miserable little woman's concern. "Sure." King Piccolo smirked, deciding to have a little fun. He was going to shake her hand, and then throw her onto the ground and take that stupid robe off her, and then pretend like he was going to mutilate her. He was going to scare her so much she wouldn't dare walk down the street alone again, that would teach her not to go accusing strangers! Did she have any idea who he was!
King Piccolo extended his hand, and took hold of hers. "Nice to meet –" Stab. Ow! What the hell? King Piccolo flinched, yanking his hand away as a sharp pain shot through his palm. What was that…?
"Piccolo, isn't it?" The woman uttered. What? How did she know his name? Had she actually heard of him? But why did she… Oh. King Piccolo blinked. He suddenly felt dizzy. What the hell…? What was happening? She sounded different… not as friendly. Why was she using that tone? He scrunched his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to regain his focus. She was blurring…
"Who… are you?" King Piccolo mumbled. Kami, he could barely speak. What was going on! What had she done to him! How did she know his name…?
King Piccolo grabbed hold of her. Or at least, he tried to. In his dazed state the woman could easily dodge his hand. He couldn't focus. He couldn't see her clearly… He swiped at her again, and managed to grab hold of her hair. He pulled it, and every strand of it came off her head. What the hell? "Wh?" King Piccolo heard a sharp ringing in his ears, and he suddenly felt weaker. His body… it was failing. He felt so drained… He tried to remain standing but he stumbled, his legs giving way. He fell to the ground and stared at the object in his hand. It was a wig…? Who was this woman? What was she! He ground his fists into the pavement, locking his arms in an attempt to keep his body up. He stared at her clothing, and he noticed the way her robe trailed across the ground… wait. There was something underneath it. It was moving…
"We're family." The woman spoke. The robe moved again, and out came… a tail. A lizard's tail. Oh, fuck…
King Piccolo stared up at her, his heart stopping. She had red eyes… No. No, it wasn't… "Frikiza never introduced us." The woman crouched down to King Piccolo's height, and smiled at him. "I'm Chilla. I'm her sister." Fuck!
"Get out of here." King Piccolo snarled, his arms shaking as they started to give way. No… No! Dammit! His vision was disappearing. The image of her was steadily being overcome by black. Shit. King Piccolo's heart started to race as a single thought entered his mind. Viola. What about Viola? Shit shit shit shit shit!
"What? That's no way to greet your sister, is it?" Chilla frowned. "Don't worry. You're bigger than I thought, so it's taking a little longer." She giggled. "But you'll be unconscious soon, and then I'll take you home and we'll explain what we need you to do."
King Piccolo's heart pounded mercilessly as the thought spiralled around his mind. What if Frieza came out? What if Chilla saw her? The last time Frikiza had seen her family, they'd wanted her dead. What would they do to Frikiza's daughter…? King Piccolo closed his eyes, trying to think of what to do. Okay… did they know…? Did they know that Viola even existed? There was a strong chance they didn't; there was nobody that would have told them. If they didn't know, then he had to leave before Frieza came out. He had to make Chilla take him. Now.
"Fuck… you." King Piccolo snarled. He lunged at Chilla. She dodged him easily, but he didn't care about that. He had to use up his energy; he was doing whatever he could to make himself faint. He powered up as much as he could, and his hearing started to go. He felt so dizzy… the more he powered up the weaker he felt.
"Don't fight." Chilla's voice echoed somewhere above him. "You'll just make it worse."
King Piccolo breathed heavily, exhausting himself. Why wasn't she taking him already? Did she know about Viola? Was she waiting for her…? "Fine." King Piccolo's vision was gone. All he could see was black, but he felt her tail wrap around his waist. "Come on, if you're so eager. This way." Thank Kami! King Piccolo allowed his body to relax as he felt himself being lifted up into the air, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
It was a few minutes before Frieza came out of the store. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, he was too preoccupied with his own anger.
"Piccolo!" He barked. "Those useless women refused to change her! I mean, why would they do that? A woman's only job is to care for children, they shouldn't even be working in the first place, they should be at home!" He let out an exhausted sigh, fastening the bags of doughnuts to Viola's stroller. "Anyway, sorry but I had to kill one of them to make the other do it. She's still in there crying, so how about I let you kill her and we just keep it between us and don't let it get back to Frikiza? I'd say that was fair, wouldn't you?" He looked around, noticing for the first time that King Piccolo wasn't there. "Piccolo?"
"Dat!" Viola said, eagerly pointing to the bags.
"No, you're not having one!" Frieza barked. "Children shouldn't be given sugar, don't you know that?" He looked around, his tail waving in annoyance. "Piccolo!" He looked round the corner, into the alleyway… No. He wasn't there. Where the hell was he! Frieza couldn't see him anywhere, he – … oh. Ohhhhh no no no no no. Frieza's face began to twist in anger as he jumped to the only logical conclusion. "Oh, you did not just run…" He hissed, his ki steadily rising as he became closer and closer to losing it. Had Piccolo… just ditched him with the baby? Had Piccolo, the worthless Namekian lowlife just ditched Lord Frieza with the baby? That was absolutely, well and truly not appreciated! "Come on!" Frieza yelled, hurling Viola's stroller up into the air. He flew up after it and headed towards the King Piccolo Mansion at a terrifyingly high speed, his ki so fierce it almost set the stroller on fire as he used his energy to pull it along behind him. Viola squealed and laughed excitedly, enjoying the high-speed flight through the air, completely oblivious to the fact that Frieza had every intention of slaying every last member of her family when they got home.