Author's Note:-
Sorry about the update gap once more! I've been preoccupied with requests, oneshots, art etc... there's been a lot of activity on my DL tumblr recently which I guess has taken up my time.
Also, exciting news! I'm almost finished with my original story, yay! Which is another reason why I've been slow on updates, I'm trying to focus on that. Anyway, I'll keep you all posted when it gets published, but in the meantime I hope you will continue to support me in this series, albiet the updates are slow... sorry about that.
This chapter is a little shorter than previous ones, but there's a lot happening in it. I think I'm going to do shorter, more active chapters from now on. I hope that's okay. Please read and review your thoughts, thank you! n_n
*Warning: there is stronger violence in this chapter, during the Queen Kold scene, so if that isn't your thing then please skip over that part.

"Frikiza!" Frieza's voice thundered through the King Piccolo Mansion as he burst through the heavy security protected doors, obliterating them, his ki dragging Viola's stroller behind him.
"Eeee!" Viola shrieked happily as she found herself bursting through the doors, laughing as they shattered around her and playing with the debris that fell into her stroller. She ended up being taken into the lounge room behind Frieza, where a stunned-looking Cymbal greeted them.
"Mom!" He cried loudly. "Frieza's being irresponsible with the baby!"
"You little snitch." Frieza snarled. He dropped Viola's stroller to the floor, and the impact made her squeal in excitement.

Flooded with rage, Frieza approached Cymbal, and tightly clasped his hands around the mutant namekian's neck, leaving just enough room for Cymbal to breathe. "Call her again." He ordered. "Tell her that if she doesn't come and explain herself right now she will lose her ugliest son."
"W…" Cymbal choked. "What did… Tambourine do?"
"Not him you moron, you!" Frieza yelled, hurling Cymbal to the floor. He slammed his foot onto Cymbal's back and pressed down, threatening to break Cymbal's spine.
"Ahhh!" Cymbal howled in pain. He could feel Frieza's foot pushing through his muscles… just a little more and Frieza really would break his back! "Stop!" Cymbal yelled. "What's the matter with you! Where's King Piccolo?"
"That's what I would like to know." Frieza snarled, increasing the pressure.

Crack.
"Aaaaaaah!" Cymbal let out a loud, feral scream as his body became flooded with a sharp white pain. Frieza had broken his spine.
"Come on." Frieza hissed. "You don't want me to crush your skull as well, do you?"
"N-No…" Cymbal whimpered. "Mom!"
"What the hell is going on here?"

Frieza turned to see Frikiza in the doorway, her eyes wide in horror. "Frieza, what are you doing – in front of the baby!" She darted over to Viola's stroller and scooped the infant up in her arms, turning her face away from the violent scene. Viola frowned, battling against her mother's palm as she tried to look at Cymbal and Frieza. "You know, she's the only reason you're still alive right now." Frikiza snarled, glaring fiercely at Frieza. "I don't want to kill you in front of her."
"Oh, shut up. You won't kill me." Frieza spat. He took his foot off Cymbal's spine, and kicked the injured namekian away. "Where is your husband?"
"He was with you!" Frikiza yelled.
"Yes, he was. Then he took off. You're going to tell me where." Frieza pointed his index finger at Cymbal, threatening to blow him up. "Or you'll have to buy yourself a new dragon."
"M-Mom…" Cymbal uttered weakly, struggling to regenerate himself in his weakened state. He winced in pain and sat up as best he could, his back still partly broken. He couldn't repair any more of it… dammit! He looked at Frikiza. "When Viola's asleep, can you please kill him? He's a psycho!"

Frikiza didn't answer; she was distracted. Actually, she looked concerned.
"What do you mean, he took off?" She said to Frieza.
"I mean I went into a store to get your offspring changed, and when I came out he was gone." Frieza growled. "I'm starting to think he made Viola fill her diaper, just so that he could abandon her with me."
"That's ridiculous." Frikiza huffed. "He can't have left, he wouldn't do that! You obviously just didn't see him."
"Wha – are you being serious?" Frieza cried. "Frikiza – he's an eight foot tall green mountain with antennae, how the hell would I not see him? He doesn't shrink, does he?"
"But… I don't get it." Frikiza uttered quietly. "Why would he just ditch you like that…?"
"Because he's evil. Literally, evil." Frieza hissed. He looked at Frikiza's softening expression, and snorted in disgust. "And don't look so hurt. If you got fooled by a demon, it's your own fault. You knew exactly what he was when you married him. Personally I think you should have realised what you were getting into when out of the two people you entrusted with your daughter, I was the most responsible one. Honestly, if Lord Frieza is the lesser of two evils, what did you really expect to happen?"
"Stop it!" Frikiza barked, her face stubbornly hardening again. "He might be okay with abandoning other people's babies, but he wouldn't abandon his own! Something must have happened to him!" She looked at Cymbal. "Can you reach him?"
"Uh…" Cymbal groaned. He started to feel dizzy… having his spine snapped in half like this reminded him of dying… "I don't feel well…" He sobbed, before puking up onto the floor. "… Sorry, Mom…"

Frikiza let out a sigh.
"Let's just get you healed." She extended her tail to wrap it around Cymbal's middle like a cast, holding his back in place as she lifted him up to carry him away. "And we'll find your brothers. One of you has to get in touch with your father."
"Good." Frieza snorted, sitting himself down. "And when you find out where he is, do tell me so I can rip his head off." He turned his head to greet a young servant as she walked into the room. "Get me a drink, would you? Now."
"No way!" Frikiza yelled. "You're coming too!" She shifted Viola into one arm and grabbed Frieza's tail with her free hand, dragging him out of the room with Frieza cursing and struggling behind her.

XXXXX

"Mama… I think he's waking up." Elsewhere, amidst the darkness of unconsciousness, King Piccolo heard a voice. It was familiar… It was… it was that woman…
"It's about time. You know, if he doesn't tell us where Frikiza is, I will hold you completely responsibility. I specifically told you to get him with the baby!" Another voice. It sounded older…
"But he wasn't with the baby! And we don't know when he would have been – I thought it was better to take him at least while I had the chance. Don't worry, he'll tell us where she is."
"I wanted to use the baby as leverage!" The baby…?
"Sorry, Mama…" They didn't have the baby… So she hadn't seen Frieza and Viola. Okay…
"Hey."

King Piccolo grunted in annoyance when he felt the harsh smack of a tail against his face. Oh, that was not the way to greet him! "Wake up!" It was the older voice again. King Piccolo opened his eyes to glare at her and make some snippy remark, when… he was slightly taken aback. Wow. This was without a doubt Frikiza's mother. She looked almost identical to Frikiza's second form! She was taller, though… Actually she was a little taller than King Piccolo, and she had a wide, muscular build. Gross… "It's nice to meet you, Piccolo." The woman smiled. "I'm sorry we had to meet in this way, but it couldn't be helped. My daughter doesn't seem to want me to meet her family." She placed her hand on her chest and bowed gracefully. "My name is Queen Kold. I'm Frikiza's mother."
"I can see that." King Piccolo grunted. "So what do you want?"
"Well… my daughter." Kold answered, a cruel smile upon her lips. "I miss her."
"Tch." King Piccolo grunted. He tried to move, and realised he couldn't. He was… pinned. He looked down at himself; his legs were free, but his arms were tied to a thick metal wall with ki restraints. He couldn't free them, as long as the ki's owner was healthy enough to keep them active. That would be Queen Kold… judging by her power. The two women weren't hiding their energy the way he was hiding his. He could tell they were stronger than him. Significantly. He could maybe take on Chilla enough to hurt her, but with her mother there it didn't seem like he would escape easily. Fuck…

He maintained his cocky, confident expression, and glared at Queen Kold. "I find that hard to believe." He said. "I heard you wanted her dead. She betrayed you, didn't she?"
"Yes." Kold nodded. "And you think that's acceptable?"
"Not at all." King Piccolo smirked. "I have a son of my own, who turned away from me. I can see why you'd want her dead."
"Your son is evil?" Kold questioned. King Piccolo frowned, taken aback. Evil…? No… Why would she think that? Wait, did she think King Piccolo was good? Seriously? The Demon King Piccolo? Ha! What an idiot. "No, Mother." King Piccolo sneered, amused by her naivety. "My son is good. I'm evil."
"Don't mock me." Kold hissed. "Namekians aren't evil. You people are famous for being good-hearted saints. And why would Frikiza marry an evil man? She hates evil! She thought I was evil, that's why she left."
"Well, she obviously wants different things from a husband." King Piccolo sniggered. "I am an evil namekian. I didn't even grow up on Namek. If you don't believe me, just look me up. Demon King Piccolo. I'm a legend!"
"Tch." Chilla snorted, smacking her tail into the floor. "Mama, if that's true then it makes her even worse. Frikiza's a hypocrite!"
"Well, whatever." Kold shrugged.

She looked at King Piccolo, and offered another cold smile. "Whether you're evil or not, you're still a namekian. So this is what I want you to do, in exchange for your survival. Make wish orbs for me. Powerful ones, strong enough to make me queen of the entire universe."
"You're kidding, right?" King Piccolo spat. "That's why I'm here? What the hell kind of research did you do? I can't make you dragonballs, you stupid lizard!"
"Why?" Kold questioned. "If you're evil, then surely you wouldn't care about me taking over the universe, and doing all sorts of bad things." She chuckled darkly. "If you're worried about yourself, then don't…" She looked him up and down, studying his frame. Hm… he wasn't bad, actually. Far too big for Frikiza to handle – she couldn't imagine he would get much satisfaction from that little shrimp. He must be so frustrated… Kold still wouldn't normally choose him herself, but… considering she wanted something from him, and it would hurt Frikiza so badly if she found out… maybe on this occasion, she could make an exception. "I… can offer you a very comfortable lifestyle." She approached King Piccolo and placed her hand on his chest, gliding her fingers up his steel muscles. "I'll even spare your daughter. All you have to do is use that namekian magic of yours, and make me very happy…" She trailed her hand up his neck and onto the wall behind him, trapping him as she learned her face close to hers. Her lips teased his, almost close enough to make contact, her tail lightly brushing against his thigh as she purred, "And I promise I will do the same to you. Handsome."

King Piccolo retched, loudly and obviously.
"No thanks!" He snarled, kicking her away. He looked at her and snorted, his face twisting in disgust at the mere thought of it. She was a monster! "You're fucking kidding, right? You look like a man! Why would I want to be with a woman that's bigger than me?"
"Hahaha!" Chilla burst out laughing, clasping her hands over her mouth in an attempt to contain herself. "Mama, he has a point! He's obviously into tiny girls!"
"Shut up!" Kold barked, shooting Chilla an angry glare. She turned back to King Piccolo and slammed her tail into the wall, missing his head by mere millimetres, threating to cave in his skull. "So. You like them short and cute, hm?" She hissed venomously, her tail still dangerously close to his head. "Well Frikiza has more than one form, you know. I suppose she's been hiding that from you?" She smirked nastily. "She does that. She lies, and hides things… you don't think she loves you, do you? Believe me, she wouldn't hesitate to betray you as well!"
"I've seen her second form." King Piccolo sneered. "It's still smaller than me – and we don't have the same shoulders!"

Chilla started laughing even louder, and Kold turned to her with a fierce snarl, her eyes lighting up in anger.
"Shut up!" She screamed, hurling her tail into Chilla. Chilla shrieked in surprise as her mother's tail struck her, callously knocking her to the ground. "I'm tired of this!" Kold turned to King Piccolo, her ki rapidly changing under the force of her anger. It was becoming darker. Fiercer. Deadly. King Piccolo wasn't allowing himself to become unnerved, though. He held his ground, refusing to be intimidated by her. He just stared back into her fiery eyes, watching as they started to glow. She had very clearly run out of patience. "Look." Queen Kold barked. "You're my son-in-law, so I tried to be nice to you, but if you aren't smart enough to accept my generous offer, then fine. Have it your way. I don't really care, all you need to know is that you're going to make those wish orbs for me."
"I can't." King Piccolo growled.
"I don't care if you don't want to!" Kold screamed. "What kind of evil are you? Don't you want a universe that's ruled by one single leader? One that doesn't care about all that soft hearted crap Frikiza always rants on about!"
"Yes!" King Piccolo yelled. "Of course I do – I want to rule the universe, you stupid bitch! Why do you think I'm even living on Earth? I can't make dragonballs! If I could, don't you think I would have used them to make myself the most powerful being in the universe?" He glared at Queen Kold, and snarled impatiently. "You're wasting your time. I can't help you, and even if I could I wouldn't! I don't do things for other people, other people do things for me. Do you understand that? You big ugly drag queen!"
"Wha – drag queen!" Queen Kold shrieked, her jaw dropping in disbelief. Oh, he had not just said that!

Chilla bit down on her own tail, desperately trying to stop herself laughing as Queen Kold clasped her large hands around King Piccolo's throat. As large as they were, it still took both of them to cover the width of his neck. "Listen, you big green freak!" She screamed. "I'm not asking, I am telling you to make me those wish orbs! And if you can't do that then I don't have much reason to keep you alive, unless of course you give me Frikiza." She smirked slightly, tightening her grip on King Piccolo's throat. "Then maybe, just maybe I will spare you. If you promise to learn how to make those orbs by the end of the day."
"F…" King Piccolo choked, fighting against Queen Kold's grasp. "Fuck… you." He twisted his head, just enough to make her loosen her grip. "I'm not… telling you shit!"
"Are you sure?" Queen Kold purred, grabbing hold of his antennae. She tugged on them, not enough to rip them off, just enough to make King Piccolo snarl and hiss in pain. "That hurt?" Queen Kold smirked, chuckling in amusement when King Piccolo shot her a nasty glare. "I can do much worse than this."

In a single, sudden movement she dove her hand into his abdomen, tearing straight through his skin and muscles as if they were made of paper. King Piccolo let out a sharp gasp, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening in shock as he felt her fist plunge itself deep into his stomach. He could feel it against his organs; he could feel his own blood pouring from his veins. He spluttered, and gagged, his breathing becoming strained. Fuck… She'd… she'd punched a hole straight into him! He felt weakened; it just that split second his body had lost a large chunk of its energy, and his mind… He was flooded with… memories. He'd been in this position before… shit. It horrified him. Shit! "I could pull your heart out." Queen Kold spoke. "And that's not even the worse I'll do. I haven't even thought about your little baby yet. Imagine…" She smirked, and twisted her fist inside King Piccolo, watching in malice as he groaned underneath her. "Imagine what I can do to Viola's heart."

Suddenly, King Piccolo's aura changed. As soon as she spoke those words it was as if something had been triggered within him. He didn't feel weak anymore… His ki turned dark, much darker than before. It was fierce. Deadly. Almost enough to make Queen Kold afraid. She shivered, chilled by the intensity of his aura, and forced herself not to flinch as she looked into his eyes. They were vicious. "Oh?" She uttered coldly, the sinister smirk growing wider on her lips. "Did I say something wrong? Were you hoping I wouldn't harm your baby? Viola, right? I never met her before, and she's my own granddaughter… don't you think it's time I went to see her?"
"Don't." King Piccolo seethed. He retched and sharply exhaled, his body trembling as Queen Kold ground her fist into the hole in his abdomen. Fuck. He felt nauseous… Shit! "I am advising you not to." He snarled. "For your own good."
"Really?" Queen Kold uttered. "Well… why don't you think about it? Let's be realistic – it'll only be a matter of time before I track Frikiza down myself. If you spare me the trouble, and bring her to me quietly and easily, and figure out how to get me those wish orbs… maybe I won't have to kill Viola as well. That sounds fair to me." She yanked her hand out of King Piccolo, causing him to exhale as a gust of cold air hit his organs. He panted, wide-eyed, and struggled to focus his strength into his injury. The ki restraints were messing him up. He couldn't control his energy properly. Dammit! He scrunched his eyes shut, grunting and groaning, struggling to channel himself as blood poured from his open wound. He felt dizzy. His vision was blurring. Fuck… fuck…
"Nnrgh!" King Piccolo cried, and with a burst of energy he finally managed to regenerate himself, sealing up the hole in his stomach.
"Wow." Chilla grinned. "He's re-usable."
"Mm." Queen Kold nodded, her wicked eyes still fixed on King Piccolo. "Think about it." She said. "I'll give you until tomorrow. That should be plenty of time for you to come to the right decision, and think about exactly how you're going to help me. If you don't cooperate, I'm going to go after Frikiza myself – and she can hang right there next to you and watch me kill your daughter." She shot King Piccolo a cruel, callous smile. "I don't think Viola will be able to regenerate so easily, do you?"
"Fuck you!" King Piccolo roared.

He was trembling in anger. He glared at her, his blood boiling in his veins, he was so pissed off he thought he would explode! He had to use every ounce of willpower in his being not to tear away from these chains and go for her. He knew he couldn't. He couldn't risk attacking her. Not yet. She'd just chain him up again, or kill him. He had to wait. He had to think of something… fuck! His mind was racing as he tried to think of a way to kill them. Frikiza might be able to do it… assuming they weren't masking their full power, Frikiza's golden form was stronger than them… but what if these were their weaker forms? King Piccolo had to know before he did anything. He had to find out.
"You have until tomorrow… but I'd rather you didn't make me wait." Queen Kold purred. She turned her back to him, and headed for the door. "Chilla. Guard him, would you? I'm taking a bath."
"Why do I have to guard him?" Chilla pouted.
"Because I said so! Just do it!" Kold snapped, and left the room. Chilla sighed in annoyance, and looked at King Piccolo.
"… So." She shrugged. "What do you want to talk about?"

King Piccolo didn't answer. He just shot her a glare and looked away, trying to make a mental connection with the mutants. He couldn't get through… where they hell were they?
"Boys!" He silently yelled. "Where are you! Answer me!"

XXXXX

Meanwhile in the King Piccolo Mansion, the mutant namekians were desperately trying to get through to King Piccolo.
"He's not answering." Tambourine said, a worried expression upon his face. "Guys, can you reach him?"
"I can't even feel him…" Piano mumbled, and moved his eyes to Piccolo Junior. "You're the strongest one. Can't you sense him?"
"No…" Junior uttered, his face deadly serious. "Something's wrong."
"Do you think something happened to him…?" Frikiza whimpered, tightly clutching Viola in her arms with the injured Cymbal at her side, his face hollow from agony.
"We would have felt it, right?" Drum looked at his brothers. "I didn't feel anything happen to him."
"That's because there's nothing to feel." Frieza sniped, and glared at Frikiza. "Look, just face it. He walked out. Maybe being a father was too much for him."
"Is that what happened with you?" Kuriza frowned.
"No." Frieza smirked back. "I adored being your father, my little chestnut… until I realised what a waste of time it was."
"Enough!" Frikiza barked. "He didn't walk out!"
"He's a demon." Frieza hissed back. "He's the embodiment of evil, were you really expecting him to settle down and become the perfect family man? You're too naïve, Frikiza – and stop looking so upset. If you're hurt you have nobody to blame but yourself. You should have chosen your husband more carefully –"
"Shut up!" Frikiza screamed, firing a ki blast at him. It took Frieza by surprise, and he let out a loud cry as he jumped out of the way, missing it by millimetres.
"You stupid woman!" He yelled at her, his face twisted in anger. "Are you trying to kill me! It's not my fault your husband left you –"
"He didn't leave!"

Frikiza flung her tail at Frieza, wrapping it around his neck before he had chance to duck out of the way.
"F – hyy!" Frieza gagged, his eyes widening. He battled against her, struggling to break free as Frikiza lifted him up into the air, above her, and glared up at him.
"Listen," She seethed. "Just because you think your husband has moved on that doesn't mean mine has! Don't bring your bitterness onto me!"
"It…" Frieza choked. Frikiza released her grip on him slightly, just enough to allow him to speak. "It's… nothing… nothing to do with that!" Frieza barked.
"Right. I find that hard to believe." Frikiza huffed. "You were fine with me and Piccolo, when you and Cell were going well. Now all of a sudden you think he's a bad choice – fuck you, Frieza! He didn't leave! And actually, I don't think Cell did either! I think you just have no idea how to be happy!"

She hurled her tail down, slamming Frieza into the marble floor with a titanic thud! "Now stop being negative and help us find Piccolo! You must have seen something!"
"I saw nothing!" Frieza yelled, jumping to his feet. He glared at her, his entire body shaking in anger. "How dare you attack me like that, you subordinate little woman!"
"Fuck you!"

As Frieza and Frikiza stared daggers at each other, Kuriza watched the scene with a confused expression upon his face.
"Who's Cell…?" He asked quietly, and looked at Frieza. "Papa, did… did you marry a man?"
"Shut up." Frieza snarled, and his eyes became even more fierce as he looked at Frikiza. "Thank you. I was going to keep that a secret from my child."
"You weren't going to tell your only son you got married…?" Cymbal mumbled.
"Shut up!" Frieza yelled, turning to him. "Do you want me to break the rest of your body?"
"No!" Cymbal squealed, quickly regretting his comment. "Sorry, Frieza!"
"Papa!" Kuriza yelled. "Is it true? Did you marry someone else!"
"Tch. don't get so upset Kuriza, you can't expect someone like me to only have one partner." Frieza sniped. "Your mother was hardly satisfying."
"That's disgusting." Piccolo Junior growled.
"But… you… you married a man?" Kuriza gagged, his face twisting. "That's gross!"
"And he adopted his kids." Tambourine said. "Seven of them."
"You had other children!" Kuriza wailed, his eyes widening in shock. "What the hell, Papa! You never even called me, but you remarried and adopted seven kids?"
"Stop being so dramatic!" Frieza barked. "What I do is my own business, it is of no concern of yours, and it doesn't even matter now because that marriage is over!" He turned to glare at Frikiza. "So he didn't need to know about it, and you had no right to tell him. I am never going to see Cell again, get that through your head, would you! They mean nothing to me."

Frikiza remained quiet for a moment, and her face steadily softened. She sighed. Okay. Fine, if he was going to be that way… She knew Frieza didn't mean any of that, but he was right about one thing…
"I'm sorry." She uttered sincerely. "It wasn't my place to tell Kuriza." She moved her eyes to the younger icejin, and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way… or at all." She sighed, and returned her gaze to Frieza, her face hardening once more. "I don't think you should give up on your marriage so easily, but if you want to then that's your business. I'm not giving up on mine, and I know Piccolo didn't walk out. So are you going to help me find him or not?"
"No." Frieza hissed. "I won't help you with anything. I don't owe you a thing, Frikiza. You picked him, you find him."
"Fine!" Frikiza pouted. She turned to Junior and the mutants. "You boys go out and look for your father. We'll wait here – Piano, can you stay and help with Viola?"
"Of course…" Piano answered. He seemed distracted, his shoulders tense with worry. He turned to his brothers, and offered a weak smile. "You will find him, won't you?"
"Don't worry." Junior grunted. "He's still alive, and I can cover this planet in a day." He moved his eyes to Frikiza. "We'll find him."
"Thank you." Frikiza sighed. "Let us know the second you find anything."
"You know," Frieza smirked spitefully. "He's probably on the other side of the galaxy by now."
"Shut up!" Frikiza and her stepsons all yelled. It was unclear exactly whose punch it was that knocked Frieza out.