Author's Note:-
Sooo so sorry for the long update gap! I know it was over a month since I last updated, I've been stuck into my original lately and so many other projects... but I'm going to make this fic a priority from now on, I swear! It's nearly finished, so I want to keep the updates regular for the rest of it. Which means that for the time being I won't be accepting anymore one-shot requests on my tumblr, just until this fic is finished. Obviously though I'll still do the requests I already have. Anyway! This chapter is only short but it's quite heavy, and the next one is just as short but heavier, so stay tuned for that n_n' I've already written it I just need to edit, so it'll be uploaded in the next couple of days. I didn't want to leave the gap too long because this chapter and the next go together. Anyway! The focus is on Frieza in this chapter... tbh I really want to get this fic finished before the upcoming Super episodes make it redundant XD So... I'll hopefully have the next big update fairly soon.
In the meantime please leave your feedback, and apologies again for the shameful update gap OTL Hope it was worth the wait...

"Boom!"
"Papa!" In the depths of Hell, the Cell Juniors cried out as Cell blew up their spy-screen, in a fit of rage.
"Did you hear that, Gine?" Cell barked, turning to glare at his alleged 'friend'. She didn't feel like much of a friend now. She said it would all be okay! Was it hell okay! "He doesn't care about us anymore." Cell seethed. "He thinks I've moved on – he doesn't even know for sure and he's already trying to move on himself! I mean, who does that?"
"Lord Frieza." Zarbon shrugged carelessly. "All the time. He goes through boyfriend quicker than wine. I was the only one that ever stuck."
"I wasn't just another meaningless boyfriend." Cell snarled. "We were married."
"Were." Zarbon smirked, shooting him a nasty glance. "You aren't now. That's rather apparent, isn't it?"

He let out a small yelp as Cell extended his arm to clasp his hands around Zarbon's throat, strangling him.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Cell hissed. "You always were jealous of me. Just remember that you are nothing, Pretty Boy. Your only achievement was being able to call yourself Frieza's mistress, and that was taken from you the second I got sent down here. So if I were you I'd keep that sweet little mouth of yours shut, otherwise I will tear it off." He hurled Zarbon to the floor, and watched in disgust as Zarbon coughed and spluttered, gasping for breath. Tch. Pathetic. What did Frieza see in him anyway…? And why had he moved on so fast! "Get me out of here!" Cell yelled, turning to Gine. "You're supposed to be helping!"
"Cell, calm down!" Gine cried, taking hold of his hands. "I know it's hard, but –"
"No, actually you don't know." Cell sniped. "How could you know? You never spent a day apart from your husband! You died together and you've been stuck with each other ever since – and you have Raditz and all your friends! You have the perfect life!"
"You can't be serious." Gine frowned, suddenly angered. She released Cell's hands, and offered him a dirty look. "Can I remind you that Raditz isn't my only son? You have all seven of your children down here forever, I've never even met Kakarot! All the times he's died, he hasn't come down here to visit me once, so how do you think I feel? So don't talk to me about having the perfect life Cell – nothing is perfect down here, and that includes you and me!"

Cell paused, and softened a little. Actually… she had a point. Goku was a terrible son…
"… Sorry." Cell mumbled sheepishly. "I forgot your youngest kind of sucks… He's a bad father too."
"Well… whatever." Gine frowned, folding her arms. "The point is, give Frieza time. He's obviously grieving, and getting to know Kuriza again can't be easy. He'll come round, you'll see."
"… Humph." Cell huffed, and turned away. "You'd better be right."
"Cell, I don't know why you're getting so worked up." Dodoria shrugged. "Give him a couple more days, and somebody's bound to kill him. All of his enemies are on Earth, he won't last a week up there."
"You're missing the point!" Cell barked. "Dodoria – look how quickly he's moving on! Even if he does get sent back down here, I mean…" He looked away, his cheeks darkening a little in embarrassment. Actually… he felt sort of stupid for reacting this way. It was… pathetic. Even Cell was willing to admit that; his behaviour right now was pathetic. He knew that! And he was embarrassed by it. But… he couldn't help it. He couldn't help reacting this way. It was Frieza… Frieza. Cell loved Frieza! But… but he… "He doesn't love me!" Cell collapsed to the floor, and suddenly become a giant, sobbing wreck.
"Cell…" Gine sighed, looking in sympathy at the wailing bug man, who even on his knees was still not that much shorter than her standing. She approached Cell, and crouched down a little to put her arms around him… and she smiled. "Of course he does." Gine spoke. "He's just confused, that's all – aii!" She yelped as Cell suddenly grabbed hold of her, and hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair.
"But why does he think I've moved on?" Cell whimpered. "Doesn't he know I'm not like that? I'm not Zarbon!"
"If you were, you'd have more self-respect right now." Zarbon sniped, and let out a sharp shriek as he narrowly avoided Cell's ki blast.

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Elsewhere, in the King Piccolo Mansion, an unconscious Frieza was starting to stir. He grunted, frowning at an ache in his head, and he opened his eyes. For a moment, he was confused. Where was he…? Why did his face hurt…? Oh. … Yes. Frieza remembered now. One of those animals punched him! The monsters. Frikiza, and her mutated freak show of a family… Why didn't any of them treat him with the respect he deserved? He was Lord Frieza! Why were they acting like they didn't know that? Enraged, Frieza sat up, ready to start putting the residents of the Mansion in their place, when he noticed… they weren't here. Actually, he was in his bedroom. Why had they moved him here? Still… they hadn't left him here alone. Kuriza was sitting in a chair opposite him, apparently waiting for Frieza to wake up.
"Finally." Kuriza huffed. "Why were you out so long?"
"Be quiet." Frieza growled, not at all in the mood to entertain Kuriza's whining. "Just get me a drink, then leave."
"No." Kuriza answered stubbornly. "You drink too much."
"No, I don't drink enough." Frieza sniped. "I still remember that you are my son." He glared at the younger icejin, expecting Kuriza to argue back… but Kuriza didn't. Actually, he had an odd expression upon his face. It took Frieza by surprise.
"I guess it wouldn't matter if you forgot about me…" Kuriza mumbled. "Seeing as you have other children anyway."
"No I don't." Frieza hissed, his blood quickly starting to boil. He was going to kill Frikiza! This was exactly why he hadn't told Kuriza about Cell – he didn't want to have this tedious conversation! Cell was gone! Cell was not in Frieza's life anymore; Cell and Frieza were not married anymore, and those wild brats of his were no longer Frieza's concern! Why couldn't these morons understand that? "They're nothing to do with me." Frieza said stubbornly. "You are my only child, Kuriza. Which pains me more than you could possibly understand."
"Why did you marry him?" Kuriza demanded.
"I'm not doing this." Frieza climbed off the bed, and headed into the bathroom. "Let me know when they find Piccolo – agh!" He cried out as he felt Kuriza's tail wrap around him, and Kuriza yanked him back into the room.

Frieza glared at Kuriza, enraged that this child – his child could behave in such a way. He was sick of Kuriza's attitude! He was sick of Kuriza's arguing, and his lack of respect and his childish demands – why couldn't he just be a normal son and do whatever Frieza said without arguing or questioning his actions? Was that really too much to ask? Of the child that had inherited Frieza's prestigious empire, was it really too much to ask that Kuriza show some gratitude for who he was? Why was he like this! "What's the matter with you!" Frieza barked. "I'm not married to him, you stupid little brat! And even if I was, it would be no business of yours! Now get off me!" He smacked Kuriza's tail away, with such force he almost broke it. He watched as Kuriza flinched and whimpered in pain, timidly pulling his tail back. Tch. What a pathetic sight. Frieza could hardly believe this little brat was his heir; that fact was almost more humiliating than being reduced to such a pathetic power level. This was ridiculous… Frieza almost wished he'd never been brought back to life. This entire place was a freak show, and not a single person here seemed to be capable of showing Frieza the respect he deserved.

He waited impatiently, for Kuriza to argue or try to attack him again… but Kuriza didn't. He just looked at Frieza, his eyes glistening. Was he crying…? Oh, he was not crying! Lord Frieza's heir did not cry!
"Why did you get married again, Papa?" Kuriza asked. "I mean… did you love this person?"
"Kuriza –"
"I know you never loved Mama." Kuriza said. "And she was always okay with that, but… … I… I thought, if you ever were going to love someone –"
"Why would I ever love your mother?" Frieza snarled, sharply cutting him off. "She is a weak, useless woman with more beauty products than brain cells. Her only purpose was to provide me with a child – and at this moment in time I'd be inclined to say that she has seriously failed me. Now…" Frieza folded his arms, and looked down his nose at Kuriza. "You can try to redeem yourself, if you like. Seeing as you are my only son, and you seem to want to associate with me, there may be hope for you yet… but if you ever want to be worthy of being my heir, you must start by stopping this nonsense! Don't talk about love, don't cry, and do not mention Cell. Is that clear?"
"Why did you marry him?" Kuriza demanded.
"Are you deaf!"

Frieza almost lost it. He struggled to remain calm, his tail harshly grinding into the floor, so fiercely it gave him carpet burn. Why…? Why was Kuriza refusing to drop this? "You are not to mention that name again." Frieza seethed.
"Just tell me." Kuriza replied, refusing to back down. "You started a new life. Wasn't the old one good enough for you…?"
"Life? Kuriza, I was dead!" Frieza snapped. "There was no life!"
"Is that why you never came back to us?" Kuriza went on, as if he couldn't even hear what Frieza was saying. "Because we weren't enough for you?"
"No!" Frieza snarled. "It was nothing to do with you, you stupid little brat! And nor was Cell – do you think I wanted to adopt seven children? Do you think dealing with my own wasn't difficult enough?"
"Well how would you know!" Kuriza yelled. "You never came home to me! You just – you just went to Hell and got married instead!"
"Why are you being so difficult –"
"Why did you start a new family!"

Frieza flinched as Kuriza's ki suddenly soared, exploding under the force of his own rage. He didn't even seem to notice himself, but he was practically glowing with energy. He stood with his fists clenched, glaring at Frieza through what were quite clearly tears. He was crying, but he wasn't sad. Far from it. There was nothing on his face but anger, fierce and pure… To a small extent Frieza was impressed, maybe even a little proud… but it didn't change the fact that Kuriza's behaviour was completely unacceptable. He didn't seem to understand who he was speaking to.
"Listen to me." Frieza hissed. "I don't have another family anymore. I don't have more children. I do not have another marriage, so you can forget all about Cell, because you will never hear of him again." He snorted. "But, even if I was still married to him – which I'm not… I am your father. You are my son. It is up to you to justify yourself to me. Not the other way round. Is that clear?"
"Papa –"
"Is that clear, Kuriza?" Frieza glared at Kuriza sternly, waiting for his response. If that little brat argued…
"Fine!" Kuriza barked, powering down. Hm. Frieza frowned. He wasn't at all impressed with Kuriza's attitude. "I'll never mention your other family again – but don't think you still have your first one either!" Kuriza pouted. "As far as I'm concerned, you really are dead!" He stormed out of the room, trying his best to hide his tears. Frieza gritted his teeth in annoyance, his tail red raw as it ground fiercely into the carpet. What a brat. What an insubordinate little brat! How dare he talk to his father that way! Where had he learned that attitude anyway? When Frieza was his age he never would have dared to speak to his father with such disrespect! The children these days were dreadful; they were nothing more than a bunch of disrespectful little brats! Frieza almost didn't want to have Kuriza as his heir; he would rather give his empire to those feral Cell Juniors! … Not that that was possible. Not anymore. Frieza snorted, and made his way towards the Mansion's lounge bar. All this business with Kuriza had started to sober him up, and sober was the last thing he wanted to be around here.