Author's Note:-
I'm so sorry about the update gap! I've been kind of tired lately so I haven't been writing as much… I know that's a lame excuse. Sorry! I didn't put all the content I wanted into this chapter, again because it was getting too long, but I hope it has enough to make it a good chapter anyway, and I'll try to get chapter 7 uploaded much quicker! For now please enjoy and R&R!
Frikiza smirked a little as she watched King Piccolo's brows raise in surprise as he stared down at the drink in his hand.
"It's not so vile, right?" Frikiza beamed.
"Yeah…" King Piccolo uttered. "For something that looks so disgusting, it tastes okay."
"See. I knew you'd like it." Frikiza smiled, and held her hand out, gesturing for him to return the drink to her.
King Piccolo looked at her, and his lips formed into a sinister smirk.
"Yeah." He grinned. "I do." With that, he yanked the lid off the drink carton and flung the entire contents into his mouth.
"Hey!" Frikiza cried. "I never said you could finish it!" She watched in frustration as King Piccolo swallowed the rest of her milkshake, knowing full well that she'd only meant for him to take a sip. King Piccolo uttered a low, evil chuckle and stared down at Frikiza with a mean look in his eyes, licking his lips sadistically.
"Oops." He taunted, and tossed the carton over the amusement park wall, just to irritate her even further. "Sorry, Dear. … … Aii!" All of a sudden all the smugness disappeared from King Piccolo's face as he cried out in pain. "Ah – argh!" He threw his hands onto his head and clasped his skull tightly as an overwhelming pain cascaded through his crown. It felt like he was being frozen on the spot – he could barely move! King Piccolo gritted his teeth and squatted down, scrunching his eyes shut as he started to scream in agony. "My – my head! What the hell –" King Piccolo glared up at Frikiza, his eyes suddenly filled with a venomous rage. "You bitch! You poisoned it!" He roared.
"I did no such thing!" Frikiza argued, and started laughing at him. "It serves you right!" She giggled. "Haven't you ever heard of karma? If you do bad things, then bad things happen to you!"
"Like being poisoned!" King Piccolo barked, his energy rising. "How can you even deny it! Is that why you brought me back to life? So you could kill me yourself? Well it won't work you little bitch! It will take a lot more than this to kill King Piccolo!"
"Yeah, I know…" Frikiza uttered. "You wouldn't be much of a terror if you could be killed by brain freeze, right?"
"Brain… brain what?" King Piccolo growled, still clutching his head. "What are you talking about?"
Frikiza giggled again and smirked at him in amusement.
"It's what happens if you drink cold drinks too fast. Here." She moved her hand out to him, but quickly retracted it when King Piccolo attempted to bite her.
"Don't touch me!" He snarled. "Do you really think I'm going to let you kill me!"
"I'm not trying to kill you, you idiot!" Frikiza yelled. "Just rub your head! Like this!" She started rubbing her own head rapidly, like she was trying to start a fire. "Do it!"
"Why should I trust you?" King Piccolo hissed. "You're trying to make me look like an idiot!"
"Fine then. Stay frozen." Frikiza pouted. King Piccolo growled in anger. That couldn't work, right? How could it possibly? Still… …. Whatever! Anything was better than this horrible feeling! King Piccolo reluctantly started to rub his head, and his eyes widened as the icy pain started to fade… wow. He couldn't believe that had really worked. What was going on here!
King Piccolo looked at Frikiza, who was staring back with her arms folded and an arrogant smirk on her lips. Ugh. She looked like Frieza.
"It was your drink that did that in the first place." King Piccolo growled stubbornly.
"What!" Frikiza gasped. "You only got a brain freeze because you didn't drink it properly – and you were supposed to give it back!" She let out an angry sigh and glared at him. "Anyway, why do you even drink Earth stuff? I thought nameks only needed water."
"Yeah, well… When I was a kid I kind of forgot I was a namek…" King Piccolo mumbled, blushing slightly. "After a while it kind of felt normal to eat and drink Earth things…" He rose to his feet and looked down at her stubbornly. "But it doesn't matter if I do! Just because I only need water that doesn't mean I can't eat and drink other stuff! I can do whatever I want, I'm a demon king!"
"Doesn't it make you sick?" Frikiza questioned.
"Tch! No." King Piccolo snorted, disgusting by her ignorance. "Do you think I'm some sort of weakling? Nothing makes me sick. It just means… I have more energy to use up."
"In other words… if you aren't careful, it'll make you fat?" Frikiza giggled.
"Shut up!" King Piccolo roared. "What do you mean, 'careful'! I am careful enough – do I look fat to you?"
Frikiza stared up at King Piccolo, her eyes travelling across his frame. He was certainly big, but not 'fat', as such… His face was kind of bony, and his arms were coated in thick muscles, his chest was bulky, and firm… Frikiza blushed slightly and looked away.
"No… You're the opposite of fat." She answered. King Piccolo blinked, slightly taken aback by her response. Why was she blushing…? … Whatever.
"I want to go on Venom again." King Piccolo stated.
"It's on the other side of the park." Frikiza replied.
"So? You can fly, can't you?" King Piccolo grunted, and flew off towards his favourite ride.
XXXXX
Meanwhile back in hell the mutant nameks were in a state of panic.
"I can't believe this is happening…" Piano whimpered. "He… He's going to kill us!"
"Hey!" Tambourine glared at Frieza and his crew. "You're going to protect us from King Piccolo, right? This is your fault, after all!"
"Oh… Sorry, Boys." Frieza smirked. "I would love to help you, but I have other plans. I suppose you're just going to have to find a place to hide." He nodded at Zarbon and Dodoria and leapt into the air, followed by his loyal servants. "Cell, are you coming?" Frieza questioned.
"Yeah, I'll catch up. I have to pick up the kids." Cell replied, also taking flight.
"What? Already?" Frieza sighed. "I hate those little brats…" He looked at Bibidi and Babidi. "You two are coming as well. I don't want you giving these boys the chance to put Frikiza and King Piccolo back in a twin room."
"Yes, Lord Frieza…" Bibidi and Babidi nodded woefully.
"Wait!" Cymbal barked, glaring at Frieza and Cell. "You can't just fly off! You have to help us! What are we supposed to tell King Piccolo!"
"Tell him I'm jealous." Cell smirked and he, Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria and the wizards all flew off, laughing loudly.
The mutants all let out a scream and started shaking in despair.
"I don't believe this!" Piano wailed. "I… I don't believe it!"
"Hey – maybe it's not so bad." Tambourine reasoned, trying to calm himself. "I mean – all it is is sleeping in the same bed, right? That's not so bad."
"Yeah – they were gonna share a room anyway, right? Does it really matter if they share a bed as well?" Cymbal nodded.
"Yeah, you know… He might be fine with it." Drum said.
"Hm…" Piano uttered, considering it. "Well, I suppose… I suppose there's always a chance he won't completely over-react…"
"Yeah." Tambourine nodded.
"Definitely." Cymbal grinned.
"Uh-huh!" Drum smiled at his older siblings and they all looked reassured for a brief moment… until they started to doubt every word they had just said.
XXXXX
"Piccolo, can you stop eating already! This is a nice hotel!" Frikiza scolded as she and King Piccolo walked into the lobby of a five star hotel, after a long and exhausting day at the amusement park and an expensive dinner out.
"Who cares? I have to go back to hell tomorrow afternoon, why should I give a damn about hotel etiquette?" King Piccolo growled. He was angry. He'd tried ten times to escape from Frikiza throughout the day but she'd caught him every time. No matter how fast or how cunning he was he couldn't seem to shake her; she was like an unwanted shadow! And he hadn't found any more dragonballs either… He hated today!
"But it's disgusting…" Frikiza whimpered, staring at the collection of live bugs in King Piccolo's hand. "That isn't food. How can you even eat those?"
"You're asking me that? Are you kidding?" King Piccolo argued. "You're a lizard, this is supposed to be like bread to you!"
"At least kill them first." Frikiza hissed.
"Nope. I like to feel them struggle." King Piccolo smirked, and shoved the remaining bugs into his mouth before grinning down at Frikiza menacingly.
Frikiza's face turned pale.
"I'm going to throw up…" She gagged.
"Hello! May I help you?" The hotel receptionist greeted them as Frikiza and King Piccolo approached the reception desk.
"Yeah…" Frikiza uttered, gratefully turning her attention to the receptionist. "We have a reservation, under Frikiza."
"Hm?" The receptionist checked her booking logs, and a big smile swept across her face. "Oh! Yes, I see it! Congratulation!"
"Huh?" King Piccolo grunted, looking down at her.
"Uh… thanks." Frikiza sweat dropped. The receptionist smiled again, and handed Frikiza a key.
"You're in room 501, on the fifth floor. I hope everything is to your liking. Checkout for honeymooners is 12pm. The breakfast room is open from 7am until 10am, but we do offer free room service after 8am to anyone staying in the honeymoon suite, so if you'd rather have your breakfast brought to you, just let us know."
"What?" King Piccolo growled.
"Uh… The honeymoon suite?" Frikiza blinked. "We're not in the honeymoon suite. We aren't even married – we booked a twin room."
"Huh?" The receptionist frowned. "But… we got a phone call just today asking to amend the booking."
King Piccolo froze. His hands curled themselves into painful fists as he struggled to contain his anger. This was unbelievable… Now he had to act like he was married to –
"Frikiza!" King Piccolo roared, causing the receptionist to practically leap out of her skin.
"Piccolo, stop it! There's obviously been some mistake!" Frikiza barked. She looked at the receptionist sympathetically. "Sorry about him. He has anger issues –"
"I do not!" King Piccolo yelled. "Would you stop telling people that!"
"Look – can you just put us in a twin room?" Frikiza asked the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, but your old room was re-booked, so all I have left now are double rooms." The receptionist answered. "I can put you in one of those, but to be honest you're better off in the honeymoon suite…" She moved her eyes to King Piccolo and sweat dropped. "The bed is bigger."
Great. This was just great. This single day of life was by far the worst King Piccolo had ever lived! Why did Frikiza have to come with him! Why couldn't this stupid hotel book a room properly! Why didn't he have all of the dragonballs yet! This was bullshit!
"I want to speak to the manager!" King Piccolo demanded, slamming his fist down onto the reception desk so hard it caused a crack to spread across the entire length of the marble desk.
"I am the manager." The receptionist answered.
"Then I want to speak to the owner!" King Piccolo roared.
"I am the owner." The receptionist replied. "I'm sorry, Sir. I can let you have the honeymoon suite without the extra charge to upgrade, but if that's no good then the only thing I can offer is a refund on your room deposit –"
"Wait! Shut up!" King Piccolo suddenly interrupted her as a shiny object caught his eye. He couldn't believe it… First the amusement park of all places, and now here of all places! Maybe Frikiza was good company after all, everywhere she took him seemed to have a… dragonball! It was a dragonball, wasn't it…? It was on the other side of the circular reception desk, mounted on a stone pedestal… Yes! Yes, it was a dragonball! Definitely! He was having that! "Give me that ball!" King Piccolo ordered. "Otherwise I'm blowing this place apart!"
"Piccolo!" Frikiza yelled. "Stop being so rude!"
"What?" The receptionist blinked, and looked over at the dragonball. "Oh… One of the staff found it." She moved her eyes back to King Piccolo and Frikiza. "Tell you what… If you give us a good review and recommend us to your friends, I'll give it to you."
"Done!" King Piccolo nodded, and the receptionist went off to fetch the dragonball.
Frikiza stared at King Piccolo in shock.
"What?" She gasped. "What about the honeymoon suite? Do you really want to share a bed?"
"No of course not!" King Piccolo snarled. "I'll sleep on the floor."
"But –"
"Here you are." The receptionist returned before Frikiza could speak another word. "So we're… okay?"
"Fine." King Piccolo grunted, and picked up the dragonball. He stared down at it with a wide grin on his face. Ah… perfect. Perfect! If he could just lose Frikiza tonight… Yeah. He could. Easily. He could sneak out when she was asleep, all he would have to do was pretend to fall asleep first. Surely she wouldn't notice then, would she? If he just suppressed his movements, and stayed quiet… Okay… Great. King Piccolo smirked to himself, and then tossed the dragonball into his mouth.
"Uh – Sir, that isn't edible!" The receptionist shrieked, and her eyes widened as she watched King Piccolo swallow the ball.
"Tch. I know that. I'm not eating it, I'm storing it." King Piccolo replied arrogantly. "I can cough it up whenever I want you know – I'm not an idiot."
"Oh… I see." The receptionist sweat dropped, and moved her eyes to Frikiza. "You said you aren't married to him, right?" She whispered.
"No… we don't even date." Frikiza mumbled, her face turning violet with embarrassment. "Piccolo… why can't you just put it in a capsule? You put the teddies in a capsule…"
"I don't care about the teddies. That capsule can get lost for all I care – the balls are staying with me." King Piccolo growled, and walked past her. "You've got the room key, right?"
"Yes." Frikiza sighed, and followed him to their room.
XXXXX
"Frikiza! How long are you going to be!" King Piccolo roared from outside the bathroom. They had settled into their hotel room – actually it was an exquisite room with plenty of space and no expense spared on furnishings; it certainly was fit for a king… it just didn't have enough beds. Not that Frikiza was going to bed yet! She'd been in the tub for an hour now, and King Piccolo had long since lost his patience. Just how dirty was she!
"Sorry… but I love hot tubs! You should come in after me!" Frikiza's voice answered from behind the closed bathroom door. "Do you need the bathroom?"
"No! I need to go to bed!" King Piccolo barked.
"Oh, well don't wait for me. You can sleep in the bed now if you want, I'll take the chair."
"No, it's fine…" King Piccolo growled. He wanted to take the bed, but he couldn't. There was a chair beside the door. King Piccolo had volunteered to sleep in it; that way he could sneak out without having to go past her… If he was in the bed and she was in the chair, she might hear him. Waiting around like this was really pissing him off though. The longer Frikiza stayed in there, the later it would be before she went to sleep! "Just hurry up! I can't sleep with you in there!" King Piccolo yelled.
"Why not?" Frikiza questioned.
"Why does everything need an explanation! Just hurry up!" King Piccolo screamed. He gritted his teeth angrily at the sound of Frikiza giggling. The nerve…
"Okay. I'm coming out now."
"Finally!" King Piccolo sighed.
He made his way over to his chair and sat down, his claws tapping against the armrest impatiently while his foot thudded against the ground. Okay… all he had to do was wait for her to go to sleep. She should sleep pretty soon, right? Hot tubs were supposed to be relaxing, weren't they? And she'd taken a glass of wine in with her. That was one thing King Piccolo could say about this place. The wine was unbelievable! He'd only taken a sip of the wine that had greeted them in this honeymoon suite and he'd wanted to kiss the bottle! He could see why people became alcoholics. He'd had two glasses to himself, then taken a shower. Frikiza had told King Piccolo that he should use the bathroom first, because she would take longer than him… If he'd known she was planning on taking this long he would have tried to make another break for it! Then again, she would have gone after him. She would have sensed him leaving, or heard him. As long as Frikiza was awake she never seemed to lose track of him. Bitch.
King Piccolo looked up to the sound of the bathroom door opening. Finally! It was about time. Out she came. Fri – … Fri… kiza… … What the hell…
"Wow!"
Back in hell Cell stared at his spy-screen with wide eyes, trying with all his might to keep his tongue from rolling out of his mouth. "That… that's what she keeps under her armour?"
"Oh come on Cell, don't exaggerate." Frieza growled from the other side of the room. "It's not that different to my first form, you know."
"Oh no?" Cell questioned, looking over at Frieza. "Come here."
Frieza let out an annoyed sigh, but obeyed.
"Honestly Cell, she just looks like me but weaker. Smooth skin and small horns, is that really what you're into?" He growled as he approached the android.
"Well her horns may be smaller but look at what isn't." Cell replied.
"Huh? Whoa!" Frieza gasped, staring down at the spy-screen in shock. "Since… Since when did she look like that!"
"Her armour hides it pretty well, huh?" Cell uttered. "And look at the size of her waist! It's tiny!"
"Is it a small waist or wide hips?" Frieza questioned, blushing.
"Well… you don't have wide hips." Cell said, eyeing up Frieza's midsection.
"Why the hell would I! I'm not a girl!" Frieza barked.
"Hey! What's on TV?"
A curious Cell Jr. suddenly appeared between the two adults, pushing himself through them to look at the spy-screen.
"Hey – what are you doing out of bed!" Frieza yelled, glaring down at Cell Jr.
"I want some chocolate." Cell Jr. answered.
"Uh – yeah, whatever. Then go to bed." Cell answered, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"What? No – no way, Cell! If you let him have chocolate then they'll all want some." Frieza scolded, and looked down at Cell Jr. "No food after bedtime, you know that." He struck Cell Jr. across the back of his head hard, causing the young creature to flinch. "Now go back to bed, and don't you dare leave your room until morning – and you can tell your brothers I said that too!"
"Okay…" Cell Jr. uttered, looking at the spy-screen. "Who's that lady?"
"It might be your new mama." Cell replied with a smirk.
"She looks like Uncle Frieza." Cell Jr. said, and looked at Cell. "Can I have some juice?"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Cell answered carelessly.
"No!" Frieza roared, powering up. "Nothing after bedtime! Get back in your room now!" He threw his fist down onto Cell Jr., causing him to cry out.
"P-Papa!" Cell Jr. wailed, clinging onto Cell with tears in his eyes. "He – he hit me!"
"And he's going to do it again if you don't do what you're told." Frieza snarled. "You have five seconds. Five. Four. Three –" He didn't get chance to finish his count before Cell Jr. raced off towards his bedroom.
Cell looked at Frieza in awe.
"How do you do that? I can never get them to stay in bed." Cell said.
"It's called 'discipline', Cell. You should try it." Frieza growled. "You shouldn't treat your children better than you treat your enemies. Kuriza never dared to get out of bed when he was little."
"But didn't he hate you for being so strict?" Cell replied.
"Maybe, at the time, but then he grew up to respect me. That's the secret." Frieza answered. "If you're too busy trying to be their friend they're never going to respect you, or obey you. You're too soft. You're their father, not their classmate."
"You make it sound so easy…" Cell sighed.
Back on Earth King Piccolo was staring at Frikiza. He'd never… He'd never seen her like this before. Normally her body was coated in armour; he'd heard from a few people in hell that she resembled Frieza's first form, whatever that was. She had black lips and red eyes. Her face was pale pink, with the sides from her cheekbones outwards a darker pink, and her face was surrounded by a thick, armour-like white coating that sprouted two black horns that were accessories with red ribbons… but she'd taken the ribbons off now, so that her horns were bare… and shiny, like they'd just been polished. The top of her head was purple and also shiny – it was practically glowing. Her arms were exposed as usual. Frikiza's skin was smooth and a darker shade of pink, the same shade as her cheeks, right up to her forearms, where she was coated in that white armour again up to her hands, which were smooth and the same colour as her face. Then normally she wore armour that covered her chest and abdomen, and although it was shaped to resemble a woman's figure, it was still thick in comparison to… this.
Frikiza wasn't wearing her armour now. She was just wearing a red vest. A tight red vest that hugged her figure and revealed her… chest. She… She had boobs! Big boobs. Her armour was shaped to outline them, but even so… King Piccolo had never imagined them to look like this! Not that he'd imagined it. Even if he had, he wouldn't have pictured this. This was… shocking!
It was obvious that Frikiza wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to. Maybe it was just the way the vest clung to her; maybe it did have some kind of invisible support inside, but… they certainly seemed to support themselves. They were… They were so round, and soft-looking, and bouncy-looking, and the pale pink skin on her chest was so smooth… Was it like that all the way down her body? Even under her vest, would she feel soft if he… touched her…? "Stop it!" King Piccolo felt his face darken. Okay. He had to calm himself. She was just a girl. He'd seen a girl before! Actually he'd seen hundreds! In real life, on TV, in magazines… Come to think of it Frikiza kind of looked like one of those girls from a certain type of magazine. Her chest sloped so neatly into a slim waist and then it was followed by round womanly hips… Was her waist small or were her hips wide? Her armour hid that too, and then there was where her skirt used to be…
Frikiza usually wore a black skirt; she'd replaced it with a matching pair of red shorts, but the skirt wasn't any longer than these shorts, so it wasn't like King Piccolo hadn't seen her legs before… but it was different now. Somehow, they looked different. Her legs were also smooth, and coloured the same dark pink as the tops of her arms, then the lower half of her legs were covered in that white armour until her bare feet, which were pale pink… Her legs looked the same as always, until King Piccolo got to the top. More specifically, her butt. He didn't know what it was, but something about her butt suited these shorts a lot better than it suited her skirt. It was so tight, and her dark pink tail was so smooth, except for at the very end where it had that white armour on it again… King Piccolo could sink his claws into any part of that tail. It would be the best way to pin her down… "What? No!"
King Piccolo scolded himself and forced himself to stop thinking about Frikiza in that – that way! It was gross! She was Frieza! So what if she had an okay body? So did a million other girls who were much better looking than her! He had to focus. He had to concentrate on the dragonballs; he had to concentrate on getting out of here!
"Sorry I took so long." Frikiza's voice broke King Piccolo from his thoughts. She raised the towel that was in her hand and wiped her face. "I just love hot tubs. I love heat."
"But you're… you're in icejin…" King Piccolo uttered hoarsely, suddenly noticing that her skin was coated in a faint purple glow. He'd been so taken aback by her figure that he hadn't noticed how hot - - er… how warm she was. She wiped the steam from her face and neck, but she didn't get it all. Her chest was still moist here and there, making her damp skin glisten… fuuuuuck…
"Everybody says that." Frikiza replied, oblivious to the struggle that was happening in King Piccolo's brain. "Our home planet is cold, and we can survive in freezing temperatures… but really, most of us like heat. I do anyway." Frikiza placed the towel to hang on the radiator and jumped onto the bed. "This room is huge though, isn't it? I really wasn't expecting it to be this big!"
"Uh… yeah…" King Piccolo choked, trying not to notice the way her chest bounced as she landed on the bed. "Me neither…"
"Are you sure you're okay in the chair?" Frikiza questioned, looking at him sympathetically. "I don't mind taking it. You only get one night here, right? You should take the bed – this has got to be more comfortable than sleeping over there!"
"I'm fine!" King Piccolo barked, suddenly forgetting all about her body as he became filled with anger. "I'm not some charity case, you know! You take the bed, I don't need it!" Stupid girl. What, did she think he couldn't handle sitting in a chair overnight? He slept in far worse places in hell – he didn't need her pity! He wasn't even going to be here overnight, if she would just hurry up and go to sleep. "I'm tired." King Piccolo said bluntly. "Can we turn the lights off now?"
"Sure – sorry. The earlier we sleep, the earlier we can see Junior, right?" Frikiza smiled.
"Yeah." King Piccolo growled.
"Don't you have pyjamas?" Frikiza questioned, looking at him.
"No." King Piccolo uttered. "Why would I need them? These clothes are comfortable enough."
"Yeah… I guess so." Frikiza nodded. "They look better than armour, anyway."
Frikiza crawled across the bed on all fours, stopping to look at King Piccolo with a small smirk before she pulled back the covers. "Last chance. You sure you don't want to trade?"
King Piccolo stared at her, his mouth almost watering as he looked at her in that position. On her hands and knees, her back arching down into her hips and then springing up into her butt, her tail hovering above her like a handle… If he was just behind her, he could push her face down into the pillow and… "No! Stop it!"
"I'm fine!" King Piccolo yelped, forcing an unwelcome image out of his mind. What was wrong with him! Had it really been that long since he'd seen a girl like this? Well… ever since his death he'd just watched Goku and Junior… maybe he should have switched channels from time to time. This was embarrassing!
"Okay." Frikiza smiled, and climbed into bed, covering herself with the quilt. Thank God… "Goodnight, Piccolo."
"Night." King Piccolo grunted. He was relieved when she finally turned the light off, and hoped she hadn't noticed the burn he felt on his face.