Hiss. King Piccolo shivered as he felt a light breeze brush against his skin. It felt familiar, like something he had felt so regularly, and long ago… Back when he was alive. He looked in wonder at his surroundings. He was in a field… A field on Earth! He could feel the warm summer air on his skin; he could hear the sound of living beings all around him. He could feel… He could feel himself breathing! King Piccolo exhaled, taking in a huge lungful of air and holding his breath for as long as he possibly could, until it started to hurt and his survival instincts kicked in and forced him to exhale. He was breathing… King Piccolo placed his hand on his chest. His heart was beating… He was alive!
"Are you okay?" Frikiza's voice came from somewhere behind him. King Piccolo spun around and stared at her with a wide grin on his face, suddenly overcome with glee.
"I – I'm alive!" He exclaimed, his entire body trembling in excitement. "You – you actually did it!"
"You didn't think I would?" Frikiza frowned, seemingly insulted. "Did you think I was lying to you?"
"Sorry." King Piccolo said with a smirk. "I'm not the trusting type." He stared at his surroundings once more and sank to his knees, placing his hand on the grass beneath him. He was really here… Yes! "I'm alive!" King Piccolo wailed, his voice echoing for miles around. "I'm alive!"
"You are." Frikiza came up alongside King Piccolo and placed a warm hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him. "So… What do you want to do?"

… Dammit. King Piccolo's excitement suddenly dwindled. What should he say? If Frikiza knew the truth she would end his new life right now. King Piccolo couldn't let her know he wanted to gather the dragonballs, or get his revenge on Goku. What could he suggest…? What would be plausible…? … Ah. Perfect.
"I want to visit my son." King Piccolo stated, standing up. "Immediately."
"I thought you'd say that…" Frikiza sighed. "And you can – tomorrow."
"Tomorrow!" King Piccolo cried, staring at her. "What are you talking about!"
"Well… There was a little concern that if you met your son right away you'd uh… go a little nuts…" Frikiza sweat dropped. "So I'm under orders to keep you away from him for today, and see how you get on… And if you don't do any damage for the rest of the day, you can see him tomorrow."
"What!" King Piccolo roared, his body exploding with anger. "That is ridiculous! You're – you're judging me? You're going to decide whether or not I should be permitted to visit my son? You disgusting little –" He stopped suddenly when he saw Frikiza pressing her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.
"That's kind of my point." Frikiza said, her eyes twinkling as if she were amused. "If you're going to fly off the handle like that, you can't see him. So just… calm down."
"C-Calm down…?" King Piccolo choked. What was she doing…? She had an odd look in her eyes, and the way she was holding her lips was almost like a smile… Actually, it was a smile! A mocking smile. She was mocking him! "You…" King Piccolo raised his arm to punch Frikiza, when his common sense suddenly got the better of him. No… No, he couldn't do this. He had to go along with her, for now. Just enough to make her drop her guard, then he could break away from her and find the dragonballs! Maybe he could even kill her if he caught her at the right moment. Yes… That would be beautiful. If he killed her he could spend the rest of the day with absolutely nothing to worry about! Okay… Fine. King Piccolo let out a sigh, calming himself, and lowered his hand. "You're right." He uttered, offering Frikiza a wide smile. "I understand, you need to make sure I'm going to behave myself – I suppose you'll get fired if I do anything bad, right?"
"Yeah, maybe." Frikiza growled, narrowing her eyes at him. "What, are you going to do bad stuff just to get me fired?"
"No… No Dear, of course not." King Piccolo purred. "You are the reason I'm here, after all. So." He offered her another warm, fake smile. "What do you suggest we do?" "Well…" Frikiza thought for a moment, then stared up at him with bright eyes. "How about we go to an amusement park?"
"A… what?"

Meanwhile in hell, King Piccolo's mutant sons were watching the scene with envy.
"Aww, he gets to go to an amusement park? That's totally not fair!" Cymbal whined.
"You're such a child, Cymbal." Piano scolded. "Is that really what you would do if you were alive again?"
"Well what would you do?" Cymbal questioned.
"Me? Well…" Piano thought for a moment and then answered, "I would probably go to the theatre."
"Really?" Tambourine uttered. "I'd go round all the dojos in the world and fight everyone."
"I'd go to a candy store!" Drum grinned. "And nobody could stop me tasting chocolate, not even King Piccolo!"
"If he were here you wouldn't dare say that." Tambourine smirked.
"Sh-Shut up…" Drum muttered, blushing.
"Hey!"

The mutants all looked up to see Dodoria standing in front of them. "Lord Frieza's got a job for you guys." Dodoria stated.
"Not interested." Piano growled.
"Yeah – King Piccolo said that while he's gone, we're just supposed to trade chocolate for spy-screens – and we haven't been to our meeting yet, so we don't have any chocolate!" Drum pouted.
"Yeah, that's why I'm here." Dodoria replied. "Lord Frieza says that when you go to that meeting you have to find out the name of the hotel where Frikiza and Piccolo are staying – oh, and their phone number."
"What? We can't do that!" Cymbal protested. "Why would they tell us that stuff?"
"That's for you guys to think about." Dodoria shrugged. "If you don't get that information, Lord Frieza isn't giving you any spy-screens." He said, and a wicked smirk spread across his lips. "And I'm supposed to beat the crap out of all of you."
"What!" The mutants all gasped.
"But – how are we supposed to get that information! This isn't fair!" Piano cried.
"I don't know. Why don't you just say that your daddy told you boys to call him at bedtime?" Dodoria sniggered. "I don't really care how you do it, but if you don't, I get to pound you guys up to heaven. So… Whatever. It'll just be more fun for me if you fail." He turned his back to the mutants and looked over his shoulder, smirking at them mockingly. "See ya!" With that, Dodoria flew off back to Frieza's cave.
"I don't like it when King Piccolo goes away…" Tambourine sighed. The other mutants all nodded in agreement.

XXXXX

A short while later on Earth, an angry-looking King Piccolo followed Frikiza through the gates of an amusement park.
"This is a waste of time. Why couldn't we do my suggestion?" He growled.
"You suggested hunting." Frikiza said flatly.
"That's a real sport!" King Piccolo protested.
"I know." Frikiza stopped and looked at him. "But I'm not allowed to let you kill any living thing, whether it's a real sport or not! I said we could go clay pigeon shooting."
"Tch." King Piccolo snorted. "What's the point if they're not real birds? We might as well go to an amusement park."
"Right. So you agree with me then." Frikiza smiled, and continued walking.
"What? No I don't!" King Piccolo barked. She was real driving his patience… King Piccolo began chasing after Frikiza, but had barely made a few steps before he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something… glistening.

King Piccolo looked up to see a shooting stall. The entire entrance of the park was filled with stalls and gaming machines, but this particular one… King Piccolo's eyes widened as he looked at the top prize. It was a shiny orange ball with three stars on it… Could it be? Here, of all places… Yes! What luck!
"A dragonball!" King Piccolo exclaimed, his fists clenching in excitement.
"Huh?" Frikiza turned around to see King Piccolo stood a few feet away from her, grinning as he looked at a shooting stall. She walked up to him. "You wanna play there?" Frikiza asked.
"Yeah!" King Piccolo grinned and grabbed her arm. "Come on!"

He dragged her over to the stall and slammed his hand down on the counter.
"You!" King Piccolo barked at the attendant. "I want to play!"
"Please." Frikiza growled, her cheeks darkening in embarrassment. She looked at the man. "Sorry. He doesn't get out much."
"What!" King Piccolo glared at her and clenched his fists in annoyance. "Grrrr –"
"It – it's okay." The attendant sweat dropped, and handed King Piccolo a dart gun. "You just have to hit the target –" He didn't get a chance to speak another word before King Piccolo hit his target dead in the centre on his first attempt. "… Yeah. Like that." The attendant uttered, and smiled. "Okay, great! You can have any of those." He pointed to a row of large pink and blue teddies that were positioned on a shelf below the dragonball.
"What? No!" King Piccolo snarled, and pointed at the dragonball. "I want that one!"
"Oh – sorry. You have to win five times to get that." The attendant replied.
"What!" King Piccolo roared. "You insolent moron! Give me that ball now!"
"Piccolo!" Frikiza barked. "Stop acting like a jerk!" She looked at the attendant. "Sorry about him – he has anger issues."
"You don't say…?" The attendant mumbled, looking at King Piccolo timidly.
"If he wins five times, can he still keep the prizes from the first four wins?" Frikiza questioned.
"Well… you're supposed to trade them –" The attendant glanced at King Piccolo and couldn't help but tremble under the demon king's cold, menacing stare. A cold chill ran down the attendant's spine as he looked into King Piccolo's eyes; they were so unsettling… So terrifying! The demon king seemed to be eyeing him up for some reason, like he was about to kill him… Not just kill him – rip him to shreds! Fuck! Was this guy really going to do that? This job wasn't worth that much! No way! "S- Sure! You can keep them!" The attendant whimpered. "Just please, don't kill me!"
"Okay! Thanks!" Frikiza looked at King Piccolo with a smile. "Listen – you have to do it another four times, but you can take stuff back to hell with you if you behave yourself, so you could give those teddies to the boys, right? It'll be nice."
"Tch. Fine. But they won't want them." King Piccolo growled. "My sons are demon offspring, not soft-hearted children."

XXXXX

"So Frieza, how did those freaks get the number again?" Cell questioned as he flew alongside Frieza through hell.
"Oh – listen to this. They told that Tira girl that they had to call King Piccolo at bedtime so that he could wish them goodnight." Frieza smirked.
"What! Seriously?" Cell gasped. "And she gave them the number off that?"
"Eventually. When they told her that Drum has nightmares, and only his father's voice can calm him down." Frieza laughed. "And do you know the worst part? I don't think it was even a lie."
"Haha! That's pathetic. My Juniors never need calming down – they love nightmares!" Cell grinned.
"Yeah, Kuriza too. If he ever woke in the night he would just go back to sleep by himself. If you go to them just once you have to do it all the time afterwards, the less love you show your children the better." Frieza said.
"That's easier said than done…" Cell mumbled, blushing slightly.
"And he wonders why his kids act out all the time. He's far too soft on them." Frieza thought silently. He looked up, and smirked. "Found them."

Frieza and Cell landed above a small crater in the ground and stared down at its inhabitants.
"Bibidi and Babidi?" Frieza uttered. The two inhabitants, the wizards Bibidi and Babidi looked up.
"Yeah?" The older wizard Bibidi replied.
"What do you want?" His son Babidi demanded.
"You guys are wizards, right?" Frieza began. "I want you to use your magic to make a phone that can call the world of the living. More specifically, a hotel on Planet Earth."

The two wizards looked at each other, and then laughed.
"What are you, an idiot? Do you really think it's that easy?" Babidi snorted. "Magic is an art form, not some kind of party trick."
"Ah – Babidi!" Bibidi scolded. "What are you saying? You're making it sound like we aren't capable of that kind of magic." He looked at Frieza and offered a sincere smile. "I must apologise for my son, he's a little hasty sometimes. What Babidi meant to say was, of course we can do that…" His sincere smile suddenly turned into a smirk. "We just won't."
"Oh. Well, that's a shame." Frieza replied, folding his arms. "Because my friend Cell here just loves to absorb people, and from what I heard your son doesn't do so well against creatures like that."
"Huh?" Bibidi and Babidi blinked.

A wicked smirk came across Cell's lips and his eyes twinkled in delight as he looked down at the wizards. Then, before they could even so much as blink his tail came flying out from under his wings and stopped dead above Bibidi and Babidi, the tip pointing right at them.
"Now fortunately I can control my monsters…" Frieza purred, and narrowed his eyes at the wizards. "But maybe I won't."
"What!" Bibidi and Babidi cried.
"You bastards!" Bibidi snarled, and raised his hands up to cast a spell on Frieza. "Pap –" Before he could finish his spell Frieza's tail came flying at him and wrapped itself around Bibidi's throat, choking him.
"Papa!" Babidi cried. He looked up to see Cell's tail pointing right at him, ready to absorb or strangle him at any second, before he could even think of casting a spell. "Boys! Help!" Babidi screamed.
"Sorry, Master…" A familiar voice came from above him. Babidi looked up and his eyes widened in horror when he saw Zarbon standing there, smirking down at him mockingly as he held a badly beaten up Pui Pui in his arms. Babidi turned around and gasped when he saw Dodoria also staring down at him, also smirking, and holding the unconscious Yakon.
"So." Frieza uttered. "How about I let Cell absorb you while I break your Papa's neck, does that sound like a fair deal?" He smirked. "Or would you rather just do what we say?"
"A-Alright…" Babidi whimpered.
"Good. That's more like it." Frieza smiled in satisfaction, and released his grip on Bibidi.

Babidi looked at his father in concern.
"Papa – are you okay?" He asked.
"Do I look okay!" Bibidi roared. "Just give them the damn phone!"
"R-Right…" Babidi sweat dropped. He raised his arms to cast his spell, then suddenly stopped. "Uh…" He looked at his father. "… Can you… remind me how to do it again?"
"God dammit!" Babidi screamed, while Frieza and his companions giggled in amusement.

XXXXX

"Haha! Again! Again!" King Piccolo exclaimed in excitement after riding something called 'Venom' for the eighth time in a row.
"Really?" Frikiza laughed. "There are other rides here, you know."
"So what?" King Piccolo grunted. "I like this one."
"Why? Because it's pitch black inside?" Frikiza questioned, looking at him knowingly. "And it's supposed to be set in hell, with a big scary demon chasing you?"
"Precisely!" King Piccolo grinned. "It's my kind of roller coaster!"
"Yeah…" Frikiza nodded, smirking slightly. "It's sexy, right?"
"… Huh?" King Piccolo blinked, and looked down at her. That was a little weird… That was the last thing in the world he had expected her to say! Sexy? She thought being chased through hell by an angry demon was sexy? … What kind of do-gooder was she?

Frikiza giggled.
"I'm thirsty. Let's get a drink, then go on the log flume."
"What the hell's a log flume?" King Piccolo frowned.
"It's a water ride." Frikiza answered. "There." She pointed at the next ride along, which seemed to be another roller coaster, but on water. "It's fun." She said, and started to wander off towards a drink stall. King Piccolo watched her leave, and then looked at the log flume. He wasn't impressed by it. Why the hell did she want to go on that monstrosity? Did she like getting wet? "After being chased by a demon…" King Piccolo's eyes widened as a thought entered his mind, and he turned bright purple. "Okay okay – focus!" He clenched his fist and took a deep breathe, clearing his mind. He didn't have time to think about stuff like that! He had to get the dragonballs! King Piccolo looked over at Frikiza. Now was his chance… Frikiza was heading for the drinks stand; she wasn't looking at him. It was still a little too crowded to kill her… That was a shame. King Piccolo had been looking forward to that. Still… The crowd would provide an excellent mask. Now was his chance to break away! King Piccolo took one last cautious look at Frikiza, then he turned… and started to race through the park.

Within seconds he was on the other side of the amusement park with Frikiza far behind him, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd run away. Haha! Yes! This was great! He hadn't expected to lose her so soon! They'd only been here for thirty minutes and she'd dropped her guard already, how unbelievably stupid she was! King Piccolo held a wide triumphant grin on his face as he darted towards the large wall that separated the amusement park from the outside world. Flying was too risky; Frikiza would easily be able to see him in the air, but if he just broke a hole in this wall he would be long gone by the time Frikiza found him. Okay… Great! King Piccolo looked around, making sure there was nobody watching, then he raised his hand to blast through the wall. One… two… –
"Hey." Shit! Frikiza's voice caused King Piccolo to freeze on the spot. Dammit… How the hell had she found him!

King Piccolo turned around to look at Frikiza, and smiled.
"Haha! Got you!" King Piccolo grinned, pretending it was a game. She would buy that, wouldn't she? She was pretty naïve, after all…
"Actually, I got you." Frikiza said flatly, narrowing her eyes at him. "I got you trying to escape."
"E-Escape…?" King Piccolo sweat dropped. Okay, maybe not that naïve…
"Did you really think I'd drop my guard that easily?" Frikiza frowned. "I only turned away to give you the opportunity to run – which you weren't supposed to do, by the way."
"Grrr… You tricked me." King Piccolo seethed. That scheming little bitch… How dare she trick him! What a treacherous thing to do! What a dirty, deceitful –
"Yeah." Frikiza nodded, interrupting King Piccolo's thoughts. "This is your last warning. You do that again, and you're going straight back to hell. Got it?"
"Shut up." King Piccolo snarled. "I will not be tricked by a child like you!"
"Really." Frikiza replied with a smirk. "Because I think you just were."
"Why you –"
"Ah-ah." Frikiza uttered, holding her tail up in front of the enraged King Piccolo, blocking the attack that he was about to throw at her. "Don't even think about it. You know I can hurt you more than you can hurt me. If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time." She calmly raised the disposable drink carton that was in her hand, and placed her lips around its straw. King Piccolo frowned in confusion when he noticed that her other hand was also holding a drink.
"Is… that one for me?" He questioned.
"Mm." Frikiza nodded. "Not that you deserve it." She held the drink out to him. King Piccolo looked at it cautiously, trying to figure out whether or not it was poison. Or just disgusting. There was no way she was into the same kind of cuisine as him.
"I won't like it." King Piccolo said stubbornly.
"Really? Well… someone told me you drank a melon soda when you were alive, so I assumed you like that." Frikiza replied. "Don't you?" Melon soda? … Actually yeah, he did like that.

King Piccolo snatched the drink from Frikiza's hand and didn't so much as look at her before he downed the entire thing in one hit. He crushed the empty carton in his hand and burped loudly, then grinned in satisfaction. Ah, that tasted good… He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to drink anything. Being alive was so exhilarating… "That's disgusting." Frikiza growled, glaring at him disapprovingly. "And you're welcome."
"I never asked for it, so you don't get a 'thank you'." King Piccolo shrugged, tossing the empty carton over the wall of the amusement park. He smirked at Frikiza, expecting her to yell at him for not using a bin. She was annoyed. He could tell. But she wasn't responding. She was forcing herself not to respond, that was how annoyed she was. Haha. King Piccolo smirked in satisfaction. He would get rid of her before the day was done, even if he had to drive her away. "What did you get?" King Piccolo thought aloud, moving his eyes to her drink. Was it another melon soda…? If it was, he was going to take it!

Frikiza didn't answer. She simply held the carton out to him.
"Try it." She ordered.
"What is it?" King Piccolo demanded.
"It's nice." Frikiza replied. "Try it." She watched as King Piccolo stared at the drink cautiously, reluctant to take it off her. Frikiza laughed. "It's not poison! I've just been drinking it – if I was going to poison anything I'd poison yours."
"Did you?" King Piccolo snarled.
"I guess you'll find out." Frikiza smirked.
"… Idiot." King Piccolo grunted, and snatched the drink from her. He looked down at the drink, then raised the straw to his lips…
"Aiiiiiii!"

Back in hell King Piccolo's mutant son's all screamed as they watched the scene on a spy-screen, their faces a mixture of blue and purple.
"Oh – oh my God!" Cymbal wailed.
"They're – they're exchanging spit! That's kissing, right?" Tambourine shrieked.
"W-Well, technically…" Piano uttered, trembling.
"Well does King Piccolo know that?" Drum gasped. "He wouldn't do it if he knew that, right?"
"I – I don't know…" Tambourine whimpered. "Hey – guys… He's… He's the evil side of someone, right…? So… I – I guess all the naughty traits went to King Piccolo –"
"Silence!" Piano yelled, striking his mutant sibling over the head. "How dare you accuse King Piccolo of such things! Of course he doesn't know what he's doing!"
"So – what, you're saying he's naïve?" Cymbal replied. "Or dumb?"
"Well… No…" Piano said awkwardly. "Maybe… forgetful? Perhaps all the excitement of being alive has made him forget about kissing…"
"Oh – yeah, that'll be it, right?" Tambourine nodded. "Definitely!"
"Uh-huh!" His mutant siblings all nodded in agreement.
"You guys are pathetic."

The mutant nameks all looked at Frieza, who was standing behind them, watching the scene with Cell, Zarbon, Dodoria, Bibidi and Babidi. "Really, kissing via a straw? Do you know how infantile that is?" Frieza growled. "You aren't in preschool, are you?"
"You… You mean, you'd do that?" Tambourine stammered, his face turning blue.
"Well, I'm not saying I would… At the very least it's unhygienic." Frieza shrugged. "But it certainly doesn't count as kissing."
"Well then… what does count?" Cymbal questioned.
"Kissing." Frieza replied flatly.
"You guys really haven't lived much, have you?" Zarbon commented.
"Well what do you expect!" Piano barked. "That brat Goku killed us when we were all so young – poor Drum here was less than an hour old!"
"Aw… That is upsetting." Dodoria mumbled, looking at Drum with what appeared to be genuine sympathy.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, King Piccolo frowned slightly as a new taste spread itself across his tongue. What was this…? The texture was kind of thick, and creamy, and the flavour was sweet… … It wasn't bad.
"Do you like it?" Frikiza asked, smirking slightly.
"Mm." King Piccolo grunted, pulling the straw away. "It's okay. What is it?"
"Chocolate." Frikiza smiled.
"This is chocolate?" King Piccolo gasped.
"What!"

Back in hell King Piccolo's mutant sons went from sad to angry as they listened to Frikiza's response.
"So he gets to eat chocolate?" Cymbal barked.
"That's totally unfair! I've been saying for weeks that I want to try it, and he says it's disgusting, and then he goes and eats it!" Drum roared, stamping his feet in anger.
"Calm down, it's not like that." Piano reasoned. "He didn't know it was chocolate, did he?"
"Yeah but he seems to like it…" Tambourine commented, watching the screen. "Do you think he'll let us have some, now that he knows how nice it is?"
"… I doubt it." Piano sighed.
"Forget chocolate, that'll be the last thing on his mind by the time we're done with him…" Zarbon smirked, holding up the phone that Bibidi and Babidi had created. "Lord Frieza – check out the honeymoon suite on this place! It's gorgeous!"
"Huh?" Frieza looked at him, then stared down at the phone. "Is that the internet…? How did you get the internet down here?"
"It's a smartphone." Zarbon answered, and smirked at the wizards. "These guys are more skilled than they look."
"Hey!" Bibidi barked. "What is that supposed to mean! I'll have you know, 'Pretty Boy' that we are the two greatest wizards in – …" A single glare from Zarbon silenced him immediately. "… Just saying." Bibidi mumbled.
"We should be careful with this. If the guards find this thing they'll confiscate it." Frieza said, and immediately started dialling before the guards of hell could find him.
"Hey… What did you want it for, anyway?" Babidi asked.
"He wants to call the hotel where King Piccolo and Frikiza are staying…" Tambourine answered, and looked at Frieza. "But you never said why."
"You'll find out." Frieza replied, winking at him before speaking into the phone. "Oh – hi. I have a twin room reserved for tonight under the name of Frikiza, I was wondering if I could upgrade… preferably to the honeymoon suite."
"What!" The mutant nameks all shrieked.
"No! No way! King Piccolo's gonna totally freak out!" Cymbal cried.

The mutant nameks all leapt at Frieza in an attempt to stop him, but they were quickly caught by Cell, Zarbon and Dodoria, who pinned them down with ease.
"Please! Please don't!" Piano begged as he struggled in vein against Dodoria's grasp. He watched in horror as Frieza continued his phone call.
"Ah, that's wonderful!" Frieza beamed. "Oh – and do me a favour, could you have a bottle of your finest wine in the room?"
"Wine?" Tambourine gasped. "You shouldn't let King Piccolo drink wine! Don't you think he's dangerous enough without being drunk as well?"
"That's part of the fun." Cell purred, and looked at Frieza as the icejin hung up. "All done?"
"All done." Frieza replied, and the mutants all trembled in fear as their captors released them.
"What… What have you done…" Piano quivered, his eyes wide and his body shaking.
"He's gonna be really mad at you guys, you know!" Drum yelled.
"Well how is he going to know that I was the one that changed their reservation?" Frieza said, and narrowed his eyes at the mutants. "You wouldn't snitch on me, would you?"
"Uh…" The nameks all shrivelled, and shook their heads. "N-No, Lord Frieza…"

Bibidi and Babidi stared at the phone with dropped jaws, at a loss for words.
"I… I…" Babidi choked.
"I can't believe that worked!" Bibidi uttered, and a wide grin swept across his face. "We're geniuses!"
"Yeah!" Babidi exclaimed, and the two of them joined hands and started jumping up and down in glee, chanting loudly,
"We're the best! We're the best! We're the best!"
"Morons." Frieza growled.
"Oh – hey! Let me use that a minute!" Babidi said, holding his hand out to Frieza.
"What for?" Frieza questioned.
"Trust me, you'll like it." Babidi smirked.

Frieza hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity got the better of him and he threw the phone to Babidi.
"You have one minute. Then you'll give it back." Frieza said with a menacing stare.
"U-Understood…" Babidi nodded. He dialled a number, then spoke into the phone. "Hello, can you connect me to the most expensive sushi delivery store in the world? Thanks. … … … Hello! I would like to order everything on your menu, times ten – no, times a hundred, and have it delivered to the Son residence. … The address? Well… I don't know, Goku's house!"
"439 East District." Cell recited.
"Oh – thanks." Babidi said, and spoke into the phone. "439 East District. … Oh, that's the other side of the world? Well that's okay – take a plane, we'll pay for it – and get yourselves a tip while you're at it. Okay, thank you. Have a lovely evening!" He hung up the phone, and he and Bibidi burst out laughing. "Oh my God! That was great!" Babidi exclaimed. "Okay, who can we prank call next?"

Frieza, Cell, Zarbon and Dodoria all sweat dropped, while the mutant nameks sat in silence, wondering which one of them would be the first to be killed by King Piccolo.

Author's Note:-
So sorry for the update gap! I wanted to upload this the day after chapter 4, but I couldn't write that fast! Anyway I hope it was worth the wait, and I'm looking forward to writing chapter 6 haha! Hopefully it will be uploaded soon :) Please R&R!