"Dammit!" Cell growled as his spy-screen disappeared before his eyes. "Frieza, go get another one."
"How many screens have we wasted on those two now?" Frieza sighed, standing up. "I wish they would just do something interesting already! At this rate we're going to run out of screens."
"Hm… Yeah, you have a point there…" Cell mumbled, and smirked up at Frieza. "Hey." He rose to his feet. "I have an idea. Dodoria!" Cell boomed through Frieza's cave. "Ssh! What are you doing!" Frieza snapped, clasping his hands over Cell's mouth. "You'll wake the children!"
Within seconds a sleepy-looking Dodoria shuffled into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
"What's going on…?" He grunted, and yawned.
"Watch the kids for me. We're going out." Cell replied, and he grabbed Frieza's arm and bolted out of the cave.
"What! Hey wait – how long for!" Dodoria cried, but Cell and Frieza had already gone. "Dammit!" Dodoria stamped his feet in annoyance, cracking the ground. He hated babysitting those brats!
At that moment Zarbon wandered into the room, still half asleep and wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown. He yawned and looked at Dodoria.
"What's going on?" Zarbon mumbled sleepily.
"Lord Frieza and Cell took off!" Dodoria snarled. "They want me to babysit those little runts! Screw that, I'm not a babysitter!"
"Oh… Where have they gone?" Zarbon questioned, pouring himself a glass of wine.
"How the hell should I know!" Dodoria snapped. "I thought they were watching Frikiza and King Piccolo, then suddenly they tell me to watch the kids and they're out of here!"
"Mm." Zarbon grunted and he sipped his wine, trying to work out what Frieza and Cell could be up to. He took another sip of wine, then seemed to pause as a thought crossed his mind. "Oh…" A sudden smirk made its way across Zarbon's face and his eyes lit up in delight. "Dodoria, watch the kids!" He exclaimed, suddenly coming to life. He raced off into his bedroom and emerged seconds later fully clothed.
"What! No – no way! You are not leaving as well!" Dodoria barked. "Zarbon, what the hell is going on here –"
"I'll tell you later!" Zarbon called as he flew out of Frieza's cave, leaving Dodoria alone to babysit the Cell Juniors.
"Dammit!" Dodoria screamed, and froze when he heard the sound of one of the Juniors getting out of bed. "Oh, crap…"
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Back in King Piccolo and Frikiza's hotel room, King Piccolo was sitting in his chair with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He was listening intently to Frikiza's breathing. It had changed recently; it was much slower and more rhythmic… She was asleep. He was sure of it. Her energy had fallen a little, and she wasn't moving. Yes… Perfect!
Now was the time to escape, but he had to be careful. Even the faintest sound could wake Frikiza, and then it would all be over. King Piccolo opened his eyes and looked at the door. All he had to do was stand, and he was practically in front of it. He had to open it quickly. He had the room key; Frikiza had foolishly left it unattended on the bedside table, and King Piccolo had taken it when she was in the bath. Poor girl… She would probably get fired for this. Oh well. King Piccolo smirked at the thought. It was her own fault for being so careless, and naïve.
King Piccolo stared at the keyhole, pinpointing the exact spot where he had to place the key. If he was quick, but gentle, he should be able to escape before Frikiza could stop him. Alright… Good. This was easy.
King Piccolo rose to his feet, and glanced over at Frikiza. She didn't react; she hadn't even sensed his movement. Was she really so unaware of her surroundings when she was asleep? What a foolish girl. What a mistake to make. Still… He wasn't about to complain. It was Frikiza's foolishness that would bring King Piccolo back to life – permanently. King Piccolo crept over to the bedroom door, slowly and stealthily, suppressing his movements, careful not to make a sound. Almost… almost. Okay. He was in front of the door. He had the key in his hand. All he had to do was unlock the door, and run. Run, and not look back. He would be long gone before she could even get out of bed. King Piccolo took one last look at Frikiza, just to make sure she was still asleep. He smirked as he gazed at her, amused at what a fool she had been. It was almost a shame; he thought he might have met his match with her. Obviously not. King Piccolo had won once more. He looked down at the keyhole, then pointed the key towards the door, moved it towards the keyhole, and…
"Agh!" King Piccolo cried out as a sudden shockwave bolted through his body, as if he had been electrocuted. What the hell! Fuck! His eyes widened as he suddenly realised he had just made a sound. Shit! Frikiza! King Piccolo turned to look at her, and his heart sank. Dammit…
Frikiza was sat up in bed, with a hand on her hip and her tail waving slowly behind her. She was glaring at him.
"Going somewhere?" Frikiza hissed.
"You tampered with the door!" King Piccolo snarled back, angered by the pain he had just felt. How dare she do that to him!
"Yes I did!" Frikiza snapped. "And all the windows."
"Why did you do that!" King Piccolo roared. "Do you think I'm some sort of child? I don't need guarding!"
"Well obviously you do." Frikiza argued. "I knew you'd try to escape! I knew you'd take the key!"
"The key…?" King Piccolo repeated. Oh… oh now it made sense. He thought Frikiza had been stupid to leave the key on the bedside table, unguarded. She wasn't stupid… she was deceptive! She had tricked him again – this was the second time today! King Piccolo's blood started to boil. He became so overcome with rage he could hear his own heartbeat; he could taste his own anger! She'd tricked him… She'd made a fool of him. She had made a fool out of King Piccolo! And she would pay! "You bitch!" King Piccolo roared. "You aren't getting away with this!"
He charged at Frikiza, fully intent on ripping her to shreds, but all it took was one quick swing of her tail and King Piccolo suddenly found himself slammed face down onto the floor. He lifted himself up, his entire body shaking in anger. He glared at Frikiza with clenched fists and gritted teeth, and a low, animalistic growl emitted from his throat. He wanted to kill her… He wanted to kill her!
"I'm so mad at you right now!" Frikiza yelled.
"You're mad!" King Piccolo boomed. "How do you think I feel! You tricked me!"
"You!" Frikiza cried. "How do you feel? You should be happy! Do you know how hard it was trying to get this day of life for you? You didn't deserve it – everyone told me you didn't deserve it, but I pleaded and pleaded for them to let you have just one day to see your son and – and this is how you repay me!" She glared at him angrily; it was pitch black in the room, but King Piccolo could see the anger on Frikiza's face clearer than he could see his own hands. "You haven't enjoyed today at all! You've been trying all day to get away! You've been rude – no, you've terrorised just about everyone you've spoken to, you've damaged things, you've thrown trash everywhere, you've eaten live bugs which is so disgusting I can't even stand to think about it!" Frikiza wailed. "You've betrayed my trust time and time again and now – now you're saying that you're mad? Are you serious? You don't even deserve to be here!"
Her ki suddenly exploded with such tremendous force it sent King Piccolo flying back into his chair. He stared at her with wide eyes as a sudden fiery red aura surrounded her, lighting up her frame. She did look angry. Seriously angry. Not just annoyed. She was infuriated. "Piccolo…" Frikiza seethed. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just send you back to hell right now."
"Because you're a bleeding heart sap." King Piccolo replied, not the least bit intimidated by her. He smirked at her mockingly, relishing in her anger. She was losing control. He was doing that. He was breaking her. "Face it, Frikiza. You won't send me back to hell. Not when you can let me have a heart-warming reunion with my son tomorrow."
"Really, is that what you think?" Frikiza hissed. "That I'm such a 'bleeding heart' I wouldn't kill you right now just so I can do a good deed?"
"That's exactly what I think." King Piccolo said, still wearing a menacing smirk on his lips. There was no use trying to fight his way out of here. Frikiza was more powerful than him; there was no way he could break through her barriers… but if he was going down, he was going down fighting. He would make Frikiza regret ever trying to take him on. He would make Frikiza regret ever meeting him. If it was the last thing he ever did, he would make Frikiza sorry she had ever even heard of the Demon King Piccolo!
Her fists were clenched. King Piccolo grinned when he looked at the purple liquid that was spilling from her palms. Blood. It was her own blood. Oh, this was perfect… He'd angered her so much she'd actually cut her own skin! Hahaha! This was wonderful! What was she going to do next, kill herself? Oh, he'd love to see that… If King Piccolo could just say that he'd actually driven Frikiza to suicide, he would happily die again now and spend the rest of eternity in hell! "Go on, Little Girl." He thought to himself. "Get to your breaking point. I'm not getting any easier to handle. I told you not to mess with me." His smirk grew wider as he watched Frikiza open her palm and raise her hand to her face. Haha what was she going to do, shoot herself in the head? She certainly had the look for it. She didn't even look angry anymore, she had gone beyond anger. Now she just looked lost. Lost, and out of her depths. Poor little girl. King Piccolo started to chuckle darkly as he watched Frikiza's very being crumble before his eyes. "Poor little girl." He thought to himself, laughing. "Poor, poor little… … huh?"
King Piccolo frowned slightly when a smirk came across Frikiza's lips. She kept her scarlet eyes on him, and all of a sudden they seemed to sparkle. What the hell…? King Piccolo's jaw dropped when Frikiza brought her hand close to her lips, and started to lick the blood off her open palm.
"Piccolo…" She breathed. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
"What – arg!" King Piccolo cried out when Frikiza suddenly appeared before him, her body only inches away from his. He stared at her with wide eyes and searched for her hand, then he realised it was clasped around his throat. He gagged and struggled as Frikiza tightened her grip on him; she couldn't even fit her hand all the way around him, but it was enough to make King Piccolo struggle to breath. She was gripping the bones of his neck; if she wanted to she could snap it in half. Is that what she was going to do? Dammit!
"Piccolo." Frikiza uttered, smirking at him. "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to break me, aren't you? It won't work. Do you really think you're the baddest boy I've ever met? I'm the counterpart of Frieza!"
"Aiiiiiiiiiiii!"
King Piccolo wailed in agony as he suddenly felt Frikiza's free hand grab his antennae. She pulled on them hard, just enough to not rip them straight out of his skull. Fuck fuck fuck this hurt! This really hurt! "S-Stop!" King Piccolo screamed. "Frikiza!"
"Are you going to behave!" Frikiza demanded. A wave of anger swept through King Piccolo's core. Oh, that bitch! She couldn't force him to do what she wanted! He wasn't going to give in to torture – he was torture! There was no way – no way in hell that he was giving in to her now!
"G-Go to hell!" King Piccolo snarled.
"If I do, you're coming with me." Frikiza replied, and tugged on his antennae, dragging another pain-filled scream from King Piccolo's throat. "You have two choices: either you can behave yourself and have a heart-warming reunion with your son tomorrow, or I can rip out your antennae and break your neck, and send you back to hell where you'll have to go to rehabilitation classes every single day for a year!" She looked at King Piccolo with a smirk. "Which is it?"
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"Holy fuck." Cell choked with wide eyes and an open jaw as he stood in front of a giant viewing orb in the middle of hell, staring at the scene. "Frieza… is your sister a dominatrix?"
"Thank God he's only a namek otherwise this would be censored." Zarbon added with a smirk.
"Wow…" Frieza gasped, staring at the orb in shock. "I… I didn't know Frikiza could be so rough!"
"Hey!" Cell looked over at Bibidi and Babidi, who were also watching the scene, after using their magic to channel the orb onto King Piccolo and Frikiza. "Don't you guys dare change the channel!"
"As… as if we would." Babidi uttered, and as the five of them stared at the orb a crowd started to gather around them.
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King Piccolo gritted his teeth and breathed rapidly in a desperate attempt to block out the pain Frikiza was causing him. She… she wasn't winning. There was no way he was going to let her win! He stared into her eyes, his teeth grinding against each other, almost shattering his jaw. She wasn't winning, she wasn't winning…
King Piccolo stared at Frikiza, suddenly noticing something different about her. She looked unusual, like he'd never seen her before. She looked sort of… alive. Exhilarated, even. What the…? Oh… Oh, that bitch!
"You're… You're enjoying this." King Piccolo seethed. "Is this fun for you!"
"A little." Frikiza replied with a sinister smirk. "But I'd much rather let you go. That's really on your head – literally."
"Agggggggggggg!" King Piccolo cried as she pulled on his antennae again.
"Well." Frikiza demanded. "Which is it?"
"What kind of counsellor are you!" King Piccolo roared. "You're supposed to be nice!"
"I am most of the time!" Frikiza yelled. "But I've done everything I can to help you without ripping your stupid head off, and to be frank I've run out of patience! So tell me! Which – is – it!"
"Let me go!" King Piccolo screamed desperately as the pain became too much to bear. He had no idea what she was doing. She wasn't just pulling his antennae, she was burning them or something! It was like nothing he had ever felt in his life – he'd had a child jump through his abdomen and that was nothing compared to this! "Okay."
King Piccolo's eyes widened as Frikiza released his antennae and powered down, her aura suddenly becoming calm. She looked at him, and offered a warm smile. "Sorry. I don't like to be so cruel… but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? I hope you can appreciate what you're up against now."
"Uh… Uh-huh…" King Piccolo choked. What… What had just happened? Why was she so – calm?
He raised his hands to touch his antennae, flinching as the slightest touch sent a sharp spark of pain through them. What had she done to him! And what the hell was she doing now? Why was she so calm all of a sudden? She couldn't go from being a maniacal sadist to a calm do-gooder in an instant! That wasn't how it worked!
"Look… I do want you to see your son." Frikiza said. "Please don't give me a reason to send you back to hell. Do you really want to waste your day of life?"
"Shut up." King Piccolo growled. "Stop acting so righteous – you enjoyed hurting me! You're just like Frieza!"
"No… I'm not." Frikiza answered softly. King Piccolo frowned a little. She looked kind of… sad? Was that the word? Like she regretted what she had just done. "I'm sorry." Frikiza uttered. She raised her hands to King Piccolo's forehead and placed her fingers at the base of his antennae. He flinched, trying to pull his head away.
"Hey! What are you doing!" He barked, but he was soon silenced as a feeling of warmth started to flow through his antennae. It was… soothing. King Piccolo stared at Frikiza in bewilderment. Was she healing him? No… not 'healing' as such… She'd pulled them pretty hard, so much that they were throbbing with pain, but the heat eased the throbbing, and the pain started to subside. It was… kind of nice. King Piccolo closed his eyes, relaxing as the intense white pain in his antennae reduced to a mild, bearable ache.
"There." Frikiza's voice made him open his eyes again, and he saw her smiling at him. "Better?" She asked.
"… Still hurts." King Piccolo growled. Frikiza simply smirked.
"Well, that's what you get for misbehaving." She said, and retreated back to the bed. "So, now that you can't escape, do you want to trade –"
"No." King Piccolo snarled. "Not now that you've been in it."
"Whatever." Frikiza huffed, and pulled the bed covers over herself. "Goodnight."
King Piccolo didn't answer. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his antennae. They did still hurt a little, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Why had she healed him…? How bizarre. She obviously a guilty conscience. Ha.
"Bleeding heart." King Piccolo thought to himself with a smirk. He let out a sigh and stretched his legs, making himself comfortable. Alright, fine… So he wasn't escaping tonight. No big deal. He would see Junior tomorrow, and get him to help. Junior had to help, it was the least he could do after failing to kill Goku. Little brat. King Piccolo turned his head into a comfortable position and relaxed, and started to drift off to sleep…
"Can you stop staring at me?" Frikiza's annoying voice woke him up again.
"What?" King Piccolo grunted, and looked over at her. "I'm not staring at you."
"Piccolo – your eyes are wide open." Frikiza replied flatly.
"I always sleep with my eyes open." King Piccolo growled.
"Well you weren't before." Frikiza argued.
"I was pretending to be asleep before." King Piccolo said.
"Well… can you sleep with your eyes closed?" Frikiza pleaded. "It's creepy."
"No." King Piccolo smirked. "I sleep with my eyes open, and if that unsettles you then it's too bad."
"Stop being a jerk." Frikiza hissed.
"What's the matter?" King Piccolo taunted. "I thought you could handle me?"
"… Fine!" Frikiza huffed, and angrily turned her back to him. "Stare at me! I don't care! What kind of freak sleeps with their eyes open anyway!"
"The creepy kind." King Piccolo replied mockingly, and chuckled to himself. Yes! Victory!
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"Wow… That was intense." Cell stated as he continued to watch King Piccolo and Frikiza. "Hey guys, do you think he's really asleep? I bet he's spying on her."
"Is that what you would do?" Frieza questioned, narrowing his eyes at Cell.
"No. After her doing that?" Cell smirked. "There's no way we'd sleep."
"You're so vulgar, Cell…" Frieza commented.
"Well, whatever. Do you think the show's over?" Zarbon asked.
"I hope not." King Kold piped up, after arriving with Coola halfway through King Piccolo's torture. "She's the best looking girl I've seen in a long time."
"Yeah but she's wasted on a namek." Coola sniggered. "She should try sharing a hotel room with me."
Frieza's face turned blue and he clasped his hands over his mouth in an attempt to stop himself throwing up. Cell noticed Frieza's reaction and his eyes twinkled in delight, a sinister idea entering his mind. He looked at King Kold and Coola, and smirked.
"So you guys would, huh?" Cell asked them.
"Definitely!" Coola beamed.
"Of course." King Kold nodded. "I don't know what it is, but she sort of reminds me of your mother, Boys." A wide grin spread across his face. "She's gorgeous! Actually, I've half a mind to make her my second wife –"
"No!" Frieza yelped. "Please – please don't do that!"
"What? You want her for yourself?" Coola smirked. "Don't be so selfish, Frieza. You already have Kuriza's mother. Let me take this one, I'll be sure to take good care of her in every possible way –"
"Stop it!" Frieza shrieked, throwing his tail across Coola's mouth to silence him. "You don't realise what you're saying!" He turned to glare at Cell when he heard the android laughing. "Shut up…" Frieza hissed.
As Cell continued to laugh at Frieza's suffering the mutant nameks wandered by the giant orb, fretting over what they could tell King Piccolo.
"You know what? Let's just tell him the truth." Tambourine said. "I know Frieza will kill us, but I don't want to live forever with King Piccolo hating me – especially if it's for something I didn't even do!"
"Yeah, I agree." Cymbal nodded. "I mean – he's bound to ask us what happened, right? And if we don't tell him – well then he's just gonna think we had something to do with it! I don't want King Piccolo to think we betrayed him."
"I suppose you're right…" Piano sighed. "I wouldn't want that either." He went silent for a moment, lost in thought, and smiled. "Still… it would be nice if he could at least become friends with Frikiza. Maybe she could calm him down a little."
"I hope they become more than friends." Tambourine replied. "Frikiza would be a nice mom for us, don't you guys think?"
"Yeah… She's so kind and pretty…" Cymbal nodded with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Hey… guys?" Drum interrupted his brothers. "Uh… they're on TV."
"What!"
The mutants looked up and their eyes widened in horror when they saw King Piccolo and Frikiza's images on the giant viewing orb, with a growing crowd of hell inhabitants surrounding it.
"Oh… Oh my God!" Piano wailed. "He's gonna flip – hey!" He raced over to Frieza. "What are you doing! You can't put them on here!"
"Oh, it's okay. Bibidi and Babidi have this thing under a spell, so even if the guards come they can't change the channel." Cell said.
"That isn't what I'm worried about!" Piano screamed. "King Piccolo's going to go crazy if he finds out you've all been watching him!"
"Yeah – what if something does happen between them!" Tambourine gasped. "And – and we're all watching? That's so disrespectful! Where's your sense of privacy!"
"Hey!" Cymbal barked at the growing crowd. "All of you, get the hell out of here now!"
"Bite me!" Nappa yelled back from the crowd.
"Yeah, even if it's just namek stuff, this is the most sex Nappa's gonna see all year!" Raditz called and he and Bardock slapped each other a hi-five as they and everyone else in the crowd started laughing.
"Shut up, jerk!" Nappa snarled at his comrade. Piano glared at Raditz.
"And just what do you mean by 'namek stuff' ? Do you think we're deformed or something?" He snapped.
Suddenly the crowd stopped laughing, and they all stared at the mutants in confusion.
"Well… you're not 'formed' to begin with, are you?" Frieza questioned.
"Huh?" Tambourine looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"Well… uh…" Frieza began, slightly embarrassed as he tried to phrase his response as diplomatically as he could. "You don't… you don't have…"
"You don't have sex organs!" King Vegeta yelled. "Dammit Frieza, would you just get to the point already!"
"I was trying not to be vulgar!" Frieza barked. "This is exactly why I destroyed your planet – you saiyans are disgusting!"
"So's your mom!" Bardock answered back.
"Not if she looks like Frikiza…" Cell uttered.
The mutant nameks all stared at the crowd with wide eyes.
"Wait… is that what everybody thinks!" Cymbal gasped.
"Why would they think that!" Drum cried.
"Is it because King Piccolo created us all by himself?" Tambourine questioned.
"Well I heard you guys don't have genders." Jeice answered, and the rest of the Ginyu Force, along with the rest of the crowd all nodded in agreement.
"Oh… No, no that's not it at all!" Piano huffed. "We don't have 'genders' the way you're thinking – but we do have organs, you idiots! We're hermaphrodites!"
"Huh!" Everyone in the crowd gasped in surprise.
"Wait – so you have both?" King Kold blinked.
"Well, not that it's any of your business!" Piano growled. "But… yes. If you must know, we do."
"So – does that mean you can have babies with each other?" Cell questioned.
"I – I don't know!" Piano answered, his face darkening in embarrassment. "It's not like we've tried to do it – we didn't even find out we were nameks until after we'd died! We thought we were Earth demons!" He let out a sigh. "But, I… I suppose we could fertilise each other, in theory… but it wouldn't be a 'baby' like you're thinking of – it would still be an egg… Anyway!" Piano glared at Cell. "That's none of your business, is it? All you need to know is that King Piccolo is more than capable of doing 'stuff' just like any of you, and nobody should be watching!" He turned and looked at Bibidi and Babadi angrily. "Turn that thing off now!"
The crowd fell silent for a moment as they all processed the revelation, and then Recoome yelled over to the wizards,
"Turn the volume up!"
"Yeah!" Everybody cheered in agreement.
"And zoom in!" Burter called, followed by more cheers.
"No!" The mutants shrieked, leaping onto the orb in a desperate attempt to protect their master's privacy.
"Stop! We shouldn't be watching this!" Tambourine wailed.
"King Piccolo's going to kill us!" Drum screamed.
"Who the hell cares! Get out of the way!" Bardock yelled and threw a rock at the mutants, who were soon knocked down by the cascade of rocks that came flying at them from all directions, thrown by just about everyone in the crowd. Everyone cheered as the mutants fell to the ground, and Bibidi and Babadi turned up the volume on the orb and zoomed in.
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Meanwhile on Earth King Piccolo and Frikiza were sleeping soundly, blissfully oblivious to the fact that they were being spied on by almost everybody in hell.
"Oh, come on! Get to the action!" Toma yelled from hell, and threw a rock at the viewing orb.
"Yeah, do something already!" Panbukin roared.
"You guys are disgusting." Celipa hissed, glaring at them.
"Should we turn the orb off now, Oni?" One hell demon asked another as they both stared at the orb.
"In a minute, Oni…" His colleague answered. "Let's just see if they do anything first."
"Well you know what? I hope they don't do anything." Cell growled. "Frieza, you swore to me he couldn't do anything because he's a namek! You know how much I wanted to be the first to hook up with Frikiza!"
"What are you blaming me for!" Frieza protested. "You're made from Piccolo, how could you not know about his biology!"
"That's a stupid argument!" Cell snapped. "You're made from King Kold but I bet you didn't know about that stuff before you went to school!"
"That's not the same." Frieza argued.
"It totally is!" Cell yelled, and the rest of the crowd nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile the mutant nameks were being restrained by the Ginyu Force, and struggling against their grasp.
"Please! Stop this!" Piano begged. "This isn't right! How would you like it if we watched you!"
"Watch away, I have nothing to be ashamed off." Jeice replied. "Stop squirming, you're going to hurt yourself."
"You know, once you get over his ugliness King Piccolo isn't really that ugly." Burter admitted.
"Yeah, he has something about him…" King Vegeta's wife Turnipa agreed, blushing. "But then again, I'm a sucker for kings."
"I guess his build isn't too bad, if he puts a bag over his head." Celipa shrugged. "His arms look strong."
"Oh, but he's so tall… wouldn't that be intimidating? Frikiza seems so gentle." Gine said. "If I were her, I wouldn't know what to do with him."
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Back in King Piccolo and Frikiza's hotel room, King Piccolo was suddenly awoken by a sneezing fit.
"Achoo! Achoo!" He took a breath and sneezed again, then blinked when his sneezing finally subsided. What the hell…? King Piccolo yawned and looked around. Strange… He felt like he was being watched. He looked over at Frikiza, expecting to see her eyes on him, but she still had her back to him and was sound asleep. What the hell…? There was nobody else here. King Piccolo's eyes scanned the room, trying to pinpoint the reason why he felt so uneasy. He looked up towards the door, and his eyes suddenly rested on a round shiny object. A camera. It was filming the doorway. Still, King Piccolo shouldn't be in its view… Oh well. King Piccolo raised his hand towards the camera, and formed a ki ball in his palm…
Boom! Frikiza was suddenly awoken by the sound of a miniature explosion.
"What the hell –" She bolted upright and turned towards the sound, and her eyes widened when she saw a faint outline of smoke coming from above the bedroom door. "Piccolo! What did you do now!" Frikiza yelled.
"That girl at the reception desk was spying on us." King Piccolo said. "I fixed it."
"You – you what!" Frikiza shrieked. "You destroyed the camera? Oh my God Piccolo, what is wrong with you! We're going to get kicked out!"
"Oh shut up you stupid girl, it was only a camera. They shouldn't have one in this room anyway." King Piccolo shrugged.
"It's for security, you idiot! What if we get robbed – or killed!" Frikiza yelled.
"Ha! I'd like to see anyone try to rob or kill me." King Piccolo arrogantly replied, smirking.
"Oh my God… You're unbearable…" Frikiza groaned and grabbed her horns. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself, then sighed. "Okay… That does it."
She suddenly threw her arms out at King Piccolo and he cried out when he felt four energy discs lock around his arms and legs.
"Hey! What are you doing!" King Piccolo barked. He tried to move his limbs, but he soon realised that they were tied to the chair. What! She'd – she'd trapped him! "Let me go!" King Piccolo roared. He tried to pull himself away from the chair, and when that didn't work he tried forcing his ki down onto it to shatter it, but Frikiza's restrains seemed to protect the chair against his energy. Dammit! King Piccolo glared at Frikiza angrily, cursing wildly at her as she marched over to him. "You bitch!" He snarled. "Let me go! Let me – hey!" King Piccolo cried out when Frikiza ripped his shirt off him. "What the hell are you doing!" King Piccolo demanded. His cheeks started to darken. Wait – was she…? No… No, she couldn't be! Why – why would she do that! King Piccolo struggled against his restrains, yelling at her at the top of his lungs, firing out his ki and demanding that she let him go, until her red vest suddenly caught his eye. The room was still dark, but he could see the outline. He could see enough… King Piccolo's blush deepened and his lips went dry. Was she really going to…? Oh God… "F-Frikiza –" King Piccolo uttered hoarsely, and was immediately silenced by his own shirt.
"Stop yelling. People are sleeping." Frikiza scolded as she tied King Piccolo's shirt around the back of his head. She'd rolled it up into a gag, and now he was glaring at her angrily as he bit down on the fabric.
"Lff mf gg!" King Piccolo demanded, his voice muffled. He started to chew on the shirt to destroy his gag, but he was soon stopped by Frikiza firing another bolt of energy into the shirt. The energy fired back against King Piccolo every time he bit down onto it, causing him to become more enraged. "Dmmmt! Bftff!" King Piccolo attempted to yell, his ki flaring up so wildly it made the room glow. "Lff mf gg nnw!"
"Shut up!" Frikiza hissed. "I don't want to hear another peep out of you until morning – and if I do, you aren't seeing Junior and we are going straight back to hell! Is that understood?" She waited for King Piccolo's response, but he didn't give one. In an attempt to get his revenge on her, he was following her commands down to the very last word, and stubbornly refusing to make a sound. Frikiza was annoyed, but she refused to let it show. "Good." She said, forcing a smile. "Now go to sleep." She made her way back over to the bed and climbed in, leaving King Piccolo to chew on his clothes until morning.
Author's Note:-
I hope this chapter was a good one - sorry if it was a little long n_n' I know people have mixed views about namekian biology - originally I was going to go with the classic asexual thing, but when I was doing some species research for this fic I discovered that most people seem to think they're hermaphrodites, because Toriyama once said that's how he views them, so that's the theory I've gone with. I hope it suits :) Please R&R!