It was morning, and the sun was shining so brightly it seeped through the pale curtains of the honeymoon suite, causing Frikiza to open her eyes. She yawned and stretched, her tail dangling out of the giant honeymooners' bed. King Piccolo was already awake and he was glaring angrily at the limb, fantasising about ripping it off. Then killing Frikiza.

Frikiza frowned slightly, then smirked at the anger she could feel behind her. She turned around to see King Piccolo sat in his chair, not looking at all happy. He still had the gag in his mouth, and he was staring at her. He was definitely awake. He was looking directly at her; staring her down, trying to intimidate her. Frikiza simply smiled at him.
"Good morning." She beamed. "Sleep well?" He didn't answer. Typical. "Do you want some breakfast? There's still time." Still no answer. Frikiza let out a sigh, then climbed out of bed. "Well then, I'm taking a shower."
"Whft!" King Piccolo snarled through his gag. She was taking a shower? And what, she was just going to leave him here like a stranded dog? How dare she!
"Well, if you behave yourself I guess I could let you loose. Do you think I can trust you?" Frikiza questioned. King Piccolo simply glared at her, and Frikiza shrugged. "Fine." She uttered, heading for the bathroom. "I'll be as quick as I can –"
"Whht!" King Piccolo's muffled voice came from behind his gag. Dammit… He was not staying like this! It was humiliating!
"What?" Frikiza asked, approaching him. She looked at King Piccolo, and narrowed her eyes at him sternly. "Are you going to be good?"

King Piccolo glared at her again. The little bitch… Who did she think she was? He wasn't a child! She couldn't just put him on a time out whenever she wanted to! If it was the last thing he ever did, King Piccolo would make sure Frikiza knew just who she was dealing with – "Well?" Frikiza pushed, folding her arms. "Can I trust you?"

King Piccolo blinked, trying not to notice the way her folded arms crushed her chest. He turned his head to the side, suddenly aware of the fact that he was still shirtless and she was still wearing… that. Dammit! Dammit dammit dammit! Why was she doing this? Was this some kind of game she was playing? Was she trying to make him feel like a fool? Was she trying to make him lose his self-control? Ha! No way. She may have a good body, but she was still just a stupid lizard. A stupid, ugly, bossy – "Piccolo!" Frikiza's demanding voice forced King Piccolo to pay attention to her. "Answer me!"
"Fnnn!" King Piccolo snarled, now refusing to look at her more out of resentment than embarrassment.
"Good." Frikiza smiled. She dispersed the ki restrains on his arms and legs and untied his gag. "Better?"
"Go to hell." King Piccolo growled, still not looking at her. He rose to his feet and stretched, and his back gave a loud crack. That chair was so uncomfortable – why go to all this effort to build a honeymoon suite and then furnish it with an uncomfortable chair? It was ridiculous. This hotel was pathetic.

King Piccolo pushed past Frikiza and grabbed the two litre bottle of water that was on the dressing table. He downed the entire bottle in one gulp, knowing full well that Frikiza had probably wanted to have some herself. Ha! Too bad. It served her right for being so unbearable. He could feel her eyes on him already. What, was she going to say something? Threaten to send him back to hell? Whatever. She could threaten him as much as she wanted, he wasn't scared of her – and he was not following her commands! King Piccolo turned around and looked at Frikiza. "Problem?" He growled, wiping the water from his lips.
"Um… no." Frikiza uttered quietly as she stared back at him. King Piccolo frowned in confusion. Her cheeks were dark… Was she blushing? That was the second time she'd done that. "I'll… go get a shower." Frikiza quickly excused herself, and raced into the bathroom. King Piccolo stared after her, somewhat confused. What was wrong with her all of a sudden? Why wasn't she trying to bark orders at him like a spoilt schoolgirl? … Well, whatever. King Piccolo threw himself down onto the bed and grabbed the hotel phone, dialling the number for room service.
"Hello? I'm in the honeymoon suite – send me breakfast." He ordered. "What? … Just give me everything on the menu – and a melon soda."

XXXXX

"I can't believe this… They spent the whole night sharing a room and nothing happened." Frieza sighed in disappointment as he watched King Piccolo and Frikiza on his spy-screen. The screen time ran out, and as it disappeared Frieza downed the rest of his wine. He was annoyed. "He really is her type as well." Frieza growled. "That's typical of Frikiza. He's her client so she won't do anything even if she likes him – now do you boys see why she needs corrupting? She's so well-behaved it's sickening."
"You know, if something does happen between them she probably won't be allowed to work in this universe anymore, Lord Frieza." Zarbon pointed out. "Good. Even better." Frieza replied.
"Frieza… Even if he wasn't her client, and they had all the time in the world to get together, do you really think anything would happen between them anyway?" Cell questioned.
"Of course!" Frieza nodded. "That is, if she likes him…" He smirked. "Frikiza is me after all; she's used to getting what she wants."
"Hm… Then I guess we just need to make them stay up there longer, right?" Cell uttered, seemingly thinking of something. Frieza looked at him and frowned.
"What, Cell?" He demanded. Cell was up to something. He had that look about him...

Frieza was right. Cell looked back at him and his eyes twinkled in delight as a mischievous smirk formed on the android's lips.
"Believe me, Frieza. You're going to be glad the Juniors don't know how to behave." Cell grinned.
"Huh?" Frieza blinked. Cell simply winked at him and wandered off towards the Cell Juniors' bedroom.
"Hey, Kids!" He called. "Who wants to start a riot!"

XXXXX

"Okay, so you're just going to talk, right?" Frikiza said sternly as she and King Piccolo landed in the middle of the desert, far away from civilisation. "No fighting?"
"Why did he ask to meet here?" King Piccolo demanded, angrily looking at his surroundings. "Doesn't he trust me to be near people?"
"I guess not. He does know you, after all." Frikiza sighed.
"Not well enough." King Piccolo growled. "If he did he wouldn't dare come near me, after what he's done."
"What do you mean!" Frikiza protested. "He's saved the Earth – he's protected people! He's –"
"Failed." King Piccolo glared down at her, his fists clenching. "Don't get involved in this, Frikiza. This isn't any of your business."
"Fine." Frikiza replied, holding up her hands. "Just don't try to kill him – because you're the one that's going to get hurt if you do." She was smirking mockingly… Was this a joke to her? Would that be a fun sight for Frikiza? To see King Piccolo get beaten by his own son?
"You're a bitch." King Piccolo snarled.
"And you're a jerk." Frikiza pouted. "So I guess we're a good match."
"Whatever." King Piccolo grunted.

He looked around, trying to spot Junior. "Where the hell is he anyway?" King Piccolo demanded.
"Give him time, we're a little early." Frikiza replied. "He'll show. Don't worry." She looked up at King Piccolo, studying him. He seemed a little off right now. Not 'nervous', as such… Frikiza wasn't sure how to describe it. He was uneasy, and certainly tense. Frikiza couldn't blame him though. He was finally meeting his son after all this time… It had to be daunting. "Hey."

King Piccolo turned his head when he felt a warmth on his arm. He looked down to notice Frikiza had her hand on his arm and was smiling up at him warmly. "Whatever you're feeling… it's natural." She said.
"… Shut up." King Piccolo growled, yanking his arm away. "I'm not feeling anything! I'm not some bleeding heart!"
"Sounds about right."

King Piccolo froze. That voice… He turned around, and for a moment his heart stopped. It was him. It was… Junior.
"S-Son…" King Piccolo choked. The young namek standing in front of him raised his head and stared into King Piccolo's eyes, completely calm. He wasn't afraid… He wasn't nervous. He wasn't anything. He was just… there. Piccolo Junior didn't take his gaze off King Piccolo. He didn't move a muscle; he didn't so much as blink as he stared at him, and then he forced a smile.
"Hi, Dad."

XXXXX

Back in hell, all four mutant namekians started screaming.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" Piano gasped, shaking. "This is it! This is – Junior!" He yelled at his spy-screen. "You better not say anything to upset King Piccolo!"
"Yeah – just say sorry for being a traitor and then get the hell away from him!" Tambourine snapped.
"I swear if you so much as lay a finger on him – I'm gonna kill that Gohan kid!" Cymbal growled, hitting the spy-screen.
"Go to hell, Junior! You're a bad son!" Drum pouted and pulled a face at the spy-screen. "King Piccolo hates you!"
"That's right! And now he's going to give you a piece of his mind!" Piano huffed, then grabbed the spy-screen and yelled into it, "Give him a piece of your mind, King Piccolo!"
"Yeah! Kick his ass!" Tambourine cheered, and the mutants all grinned with enthusiasm as they watched the screen, eagerly awaiting the inevitable death of Piccolo Junior at the hands of their master.

XXXXX

Frikiza's body tensed under the cold atmosphere that had suddenly emerged between them. She'd never felt more uncomfortable in her life. She moved her eyes between the two nameks; each one was staring at the other with such deadliness and such energy it was as if they were about to explode. She knew it wouldn't be long before King Piccolo blew up. He seemed angry. Really angry…
"Junior." Frikiza uttered, attempting to ease the thick tension that was rising between the two of them. She smiled at the younger namek. "Thank you for meeting us."
"…" Piccolo Junior hesitated for a moment, then pulled his eyes off King Piccolo to look at Frikiza. "Thanks… for bringing him here." He said, much to Frikiza and King Piccolo's surprise.

Piccolo Junior moved his eyes back to his father, and after a moment of staring at him, weighing him up and sensing his energy, he sighed. "Listen." Junior began. "Father… I know you must be disappointed in me. I haven't done what you wanted me to do – but there's a good reason for that. Things have been… kind of complicated. Things have happened, that you or I could never have foreseen, but –"
"Shut up." King Piccolo cut him off before he could speak another word. He stared down at Junior, trying his best to contain the anger that burned inside him. He couldn't believe it. This was his last child… This was his greatest creation. Everything King Piccolo had – everything he was had gone into this child, and now… now he was standing here, without bowing, without greeting his master properly, trying to justify going against his father's wishes – his creator's wishes… and all without so much as an apology? Was he kidding? Did he really expect King Piccolo to accept this! Did he know nothing about him – had he not paid attention to any of the knowledge and wisdom King Piccolo had given him? The little brat. King Piccolo was livid. His anger boiled so powerfully it actually hurt him. He felt like he was going to vomit; he'd never felt anything like this in his entire life! Such resentment, such disappointment… It was too much to contain. "Junior." King Piccolo breathed in a coarse, feral voice. "You're going to die."
"Piccolo, stop!"

Frikiza's cry was useless against the anger that burned inside King Piccolo's soul. He threw himself at his son, but he didn't manage to land a single blow. Frikiza watched with wide eyes as King Piccolo attacked Junior with all the strength in his body. His eyes were burning with rage, his ki was flaring wildly, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, but it was all useless. He was no match for Piccolo Junior, and the younger namek avoided every single one of King Piccolo's attacks.
"Father – stop!" Piccolo Junior cried. "You know you can't hurt me. This is only going to wear you down!"
"Shut up!" King Piccolo roared, still trying to rip Junior apart. "You little brat! How dare you speak to me like that! I created you! I gave you my strength, my wisdom, my life! And this is how you repay me! Die!" He moved quicker than Junior had expected, taking Piccolo Junior by surprise as he managed to clasp his hands around the younger namek's throat. King Piccolo started squeezing as tightly as he could, watching in gleeful satisfaction as Piccolo Junior started choking right before his eyes.
"Piccolo!" Frikiza screamed. "Stop it! Let him go!"
"Get away, Frikiza! This is nothing to do with you!" King Piccolo snarled.
"Piccolo – let him go or I will make you." Frikiza hissed.
"Nn!" Piccolo Junior glared at Frikiza, warning her not to get involved. He stared up at his father, and closed his eyes.

King Piccolo cried out as a great surge of energy suddenly blasted through his hands, sending King Piccolo flying a few feet away. He didn't even have time to compose himself before he was caught in mid-air, his arms being held up by Junior as the younger namek floated against King Piccolo's back.
"You little runt! Get off me!" King Piccolo barked, trying with all his might to break out of Piccolo Junior's grasp.
"Father, listen to me. I'm not your servant anymore, and Goku isn't my enemy." Piccolo Junior's voice sent another wave of anger cascading through King Piccolo's soul.
"How can you say that!" King Piccolo roared. "Don't you remember why you were created! To kill Goku! That was your purpose! And what do you do? You make friends with his kid! You stay in his house, you - - do you know what your brothers would give to be as gifted as you! I gave you everything!"
"Right – and I'm grateful! Listen to me!" Junior demanded, struggling to avoid his father's legs as the demon king kicked back against him wildly, cursing and thrusting away from Piccolo Junior. "Damn, he's persistent! Must be where I get it from." Junior thought silently to himself, and looked down at his father. "You know about Gohan, right? So you must have been watching me and Goku since the day you died."
"Yes!" King Piccolo snarled. "Every single day!"
"So you know what's happened to me!" Junior protested. "I'm not a demon anymore! I'm a namek and so are you! I'm not your servant – and I'm sorry if that disappoints you but I'm not about to change just because you throw a tantrum."
"A – a what!" King Piccolo gasped. Oh, that brat! That brat! He was worse than Frikiza! "You're a spoilt little runt!" King Piccolo screamed. "I gave you everything and you aren't even the slightest bit grateful!"
"Spoilt!" Junior protested. "I grew up alone in the wilderness, how is that spoilt!"
"You grew up alone because of Goku!" King Piccolo snarled.
"I only exist because of Goku! If he hadn't killed you, you wouldn't have even created me in the first place!" Junior argued.
"I might have." King Piccolo growled.
"Right – and what would I have looked like? I wouldn't have had even half the strength or wisdom that I have now; if Goku hadn't killed you then you would have just dumbed me down and made me into one of your mindless goons."

XXXXX

"Mindless goons!" Piano gasped.
"Hey, is he talking about us?" Tambourine growled.
"Yeah, he is – go to hell, Junior!" Cymbal yelled at the spy-screen.
"Yeah – I hope you meditate under a waterfall and drown!" Drum cried and hit the spy-screen.

XXXXX

"Face it, Father. The only reason you 'gave me everything' was because you knew you were dying, and you wanted me to finish what you started." Piccolo Junior continued on. "And that way you'd have your empire. If you were still alive and well there's no way you would have given me even a fraction of your power – why would you? It'd just make me harder to control. You would have only made me strong enough to fulfil my purpose, and then what? I find it hard to believe that you wouldn't have just killed me yourself once you were through with me."
"How – how dare you!" King Piccolo gasped. "That's not true at all! Why would I kill me own flesh and blood!" He turned his head to glare up at Junior. "I would have kept you alive for as long as your body would allow it!"
"Yeah, okay." Junior replied. "But you aren't denying that my body probably wouldn't look like this? And I wouldn't be half as smart."
"… Whatever!" King Piccolo barked, refusing to acknowledge that Junior was right. If King Piccolo hadn't been dying, he probably would have made Junior into a weakened minion… but still! "You had no right to defy me!" King Piccolo snapped. "And for that you will pay!"
"Stop it." Junior growled, strengthening his hold on King Piccolo as the older namek violently fought against him. "Settle down, I really don't want to hurt you."
"Yeah? I don't believe that!" King Piccolo snarled, and spat at Junior. Junior flinched as the spit hit his cheek, and he glared down at his father.
"Don't do that." He growled. "I'm warning you. I don't want to fight you, Father. We only have a few hours, and I don't want to waste them sending you back to hell…" He narrowed his eyes at King Piccolo. "But if it comes down to it, don't believe that I won't."
"Oh yeah?" King Piccolo snorted. "Well then by all means Son, do it! Your friend Goku did it the first time round, so I suppose now it's your turn! Because if you don't then I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that I will slaughter him, his wife, his children and his friends, and then I'll come for you –"

Thwack. King Piccolo was silenced by Piccolo Junior's hand smacking into his head, knocking him out cold.
"… Sorry, Father." Junior uttered. He looked down to see Frikiza on the ground staring up at them, and he let out a sigh. He moved down to the ground and set King Piccolo down, then looked at Frikiza. "Is he like that all the time?" Junior questioned.
"Pretty much." Frikiza answered. "He's lucky you didn't kill him. Most people would have."
"Well… he is my father." Junior shrugged. "And his bark's bigger than his bite." He looked down at King Piccolo, and grunted. "Do me a favour. Take care of him until he goes home."
"Wait – we're here until 2pm." Frikiza said. "He'll wake up before then… Should I tell him you don't want to see him?"

Piccolo Junior hesitated, staring down at the demon king. It was his father… but it was someone he didn't want to be. Not anymore. He didn't want the life King Piccolo wanted. He didn't want to do the things King Piccolo wanted him to do. Still… if Junior could change…
"Frikiza." Junior uttered, raising his eyes to the icejin. "When we spoke yesterday you said you're his counsellor, right? How's it going?"
"Well… we haven't been working together very long." Frikiza said. "He still fights. All the time." She looked at Junior, and smirked slightly. "But I know what you're asking. I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it was pointless."
"… I see." Junior grunted. "Well… If he wakes up, tell him I'll see him – so long as he behaves."
"I guess you won't see him then." Frikiza sighed. "But I'll keep him out of trouble."
"Thanks." Piccolo uttered. He turned to fly away, but before he could even take to the air a desperate voice came screaming across the wilderness.
"Frikiza!"

Frikiza and Piccolo Junior looked up to see Fortune-teller Baba racing towards them on her crystal ball. "There you are!" Baba gasped, looking at the icejin. "Listen – there's trouble going on in hell, it isn't safe for you to go back there yet."
"Trouble? What trouble?" Frikiza questioned.
"Oh… It's those runts Cell Juniors." Baba growled. "They're raising havoc in hell, and just about every baddie down there is joining in. Honestly, I think your rehabilitation classes are wasted on those hooligans."
"What?" Piccolo Junior looked at Baba. "How is that possible? Last time Frieza and Cell started making trouble down there Goku took care of them – can't you just recruit a few warriors from Otherworld to calm things down?"
"Yes of course, that's exactly what we're doing! Do you really think we hadn't thought of that!" Baba barked, glaring at him. "But in the meantime Frikiza should stay here," She looked at Frikiza. "They're targeting your living co-workers. They all just went back to their home planets while we get the situation under control, but you can't return to your universe, right?"
"Right…" Frikiza uttered, not daring to think about what would happen to her if her mother and sister ever found her. They wouldn't be happy… "Is everyone okay?" Frikiza asked, concerned for her colleagues.
"Yes they're fine – nobody got badly hurt, but it isn't safe for any of you to be there right now." Baba answered. "You can stay up here for another day – it should have all died down by then, but in the meantime…" Baba moved her eyes to the unconscious King Piccolo who was lying face down in the desert sand. "And… About him… you can keep him here with you if you don't mind, or I can… take him…" She spoke the last part nervously, sceptically eyeing up the demon king. "Uh… he's not going to wake up anytime soon, is he…?"
"It's okay. I'll keep him with me." Frikiza smiled. "Actually – this is great! Now we'll have time to do my next idea! Baba – do you know Goku's phone number?"
"Wait – why are you asking for that!" Piccolo Junior gasped. "What the hell are you planning?"
"Uh… sure." Baba answered as Frikiza pulled out a capsule containing a cell phone.
"It's 055…"

Piccolo Junior watched as Frikiza started dialling Goku's home number. What the hell was she doing? Why did she want to speak to Goku?
"Hello, Chichi?" Frikiza greeted the voice on the other end of the phone. "My name is Frikiza, I'm a counsellor that's trying to rehabilitate King Piccolo. … Uh… yeah, that's him…"
"Hm?" Piccolo Junior frowned. What was Chichi saying?
"Well anyway… It turns out we're free this afternoon, so I was wondering – as part of his therapy, would it be okay if myself and King Piccolo came to your house for dinner?"
"What!" Piccolo Junior wailed, his eyes widening as he stared at Frikiza. "Are you insane! Did you hear what he just said? He wants to murder Goku and his entire family –" He was soon cut off by Chichi's voice thundering through the phone at such a high volume it drowned Piccolo Junior out.

Frikiza held the phone away from her face, flinching slightly as Chichi screamed and cursed at her from the other end of the line.
"I – I know, Chichi!" Frikiza insisted. "I know you don't like him – but if you do this I'll give you a million zeni!" The phone went silent for a moment, and then another scream burst through it, this time a scream of joy.
"A million zeni! And all I have to do is cook for him?" Chichi exclaimed.
"Yeah – and Piccolo Junior too, if that's okay?" Frikiza replied.
"What? Me!" Piccolo Junior cried. "Why do I have to get dragged into –"
"Okay, great!" Frikiza beamed. "Thank you, Chichi – uh… sure. I'll pay you upfront. See you later!" She hung up, and flashed Piccolo Junior a bright smile. "You'll come to dinner with us, right? I think he might actually be less tempted to hurt them if you're there."
"No he won't!" Piccolo Junior screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you! The second we step into that house he's going to try to slaughter Goku and his family – do you really think he'll just sit quietly and have dinner with the guy that killed him?"
"Well… probably not… but don't worry. You already said his bark is worse than his bite, right? If he tries anything you and I can stop him – and Goku and his sons certainly can." Frikiza smirked a little. "Maybe even Chichi, too."
"This is a bad idea." Piccolo Junior growled.
"So… does that mean you aren't coming?" Frikiza uttered, looking at him in disappointment.
"Of course I'm coming!" Piccolo Junior barked. "What choice do I have! He's my father – I should be the one to put a leash on him, right?" He grabbed King Piccolo's belt and lifted him up, throwing the older namek over his shoulder, then glared at Frikiza. "But I just want you to know, you're playing with fire."
"That's what your dad said." Frikiza replied with a smirk. "Let's go to the amusement park – if we let him go on Venom, he might not get so mad."
"What the hell is Venom?" Piccolo Junior frowned.
"Oh… It's just a ride your father likes." Frikiza replied. She looked at Baba and smiled. "Thanks for warning me – I hope it all blows over soon."
"Uh-huh…" Baba uttered, wondering what on earth was wrong with Frikiza.

XXXXX

Frikiza approached the bench where King Piccolo was laid down on his stomach, with Piccolo Junior sitting next to him. She took a sip of one of the two chocolate milkshakes she was holding and took a seat on King Piccolo's back.
"Still unconscious, huh?" Frikiza mumbled. "How hard did you hit him?"
"Hard enough." Piccolo Junior growled. Frikiza looked at him, and giggled.
"Are you still mad about what that guy said?" She questioned, referring to the amusement park staff member who had greeted them at the entrance and sold them their tickets. "You know he was talking about your dad."
"Yeah." Junior grunted. "He thought he was a haunted house prop – and I look just like him!" He frowned when Frikiza started laughing. "It's not funny!" Junior growled.
"It is." Frikiza smirked. The park greeter hadn't realised that the unconscious King Piccolo was a living person. He'd thought he was a new prop for the amusement park's haunted house, and that Piccolo Junior and Frikiza were staff members in costume. "He thought I looked weird too and I didn't get upset about it."
"You strike me as the type that doesn't get upset over much." Junior answered, and looked at Frikiza. She was staring back at him with wide innocent eyes and a warm smile… it looked kind of familiar. "… You remind me of someone." Junior uttered.
"Gohan?" Frikiza smiled. "Your first friend."
"… Yeah." Junior looked away. "Something like that."
"Well… maybe I can be your father's first friend." Frikiza said, and her eyes immediately widened and she gasped a little, as if she had suddenly caught herself saying something she shouldn't have. "I – I mean in a professional sense. You know, platonic."

Junior tuned his head to look at her again. Her cheeks were purple. Why had they suddenly changed colour?
"Are you okay?" Junior asked.
"Fine!" Frikiza almost shrieked. "I'm fine – you sure you don't want one of these?" She offered, changing the subject. Junior glanced down at the milkshakes in her hands, and shook his head.
"No thanks. I don't drink that stuff." He answered.
"Neither did your father until he stole mine." Frikiza replied, looking a little annoyed. "Oh… speak of the demon." She looked down to see King Piccolo stirring beneath her. "Piccolo…? Are you awake?"

King Piccolo frowned when he heard Frikiza's voice. Why was she still here…? She had no business getting between him and Junior… Wait. Junior! King Piccolo turned his head to look at his surroundings. What the hell? Why was he lying down? Why was he on a bench? Why was he at the amusement park? Where was – ? He looked up to see Piccolo Junior sitting next to him, staring down at him. What the hell…?
"You!" King Piccolo roared, suddenly remembering the knock he had felt to the back of his head, and the blackness that had followed. "You knocked me out! You little – hey!" He cried out in anger when a weight stopped him from getting up. "What!" He turned his head and twisted his shoulders as much as he could to see Frikiza sitting on top of him, calmly sipping on a milkshake as she stared down at him. "Get off me!" King Piccolo demanded. "What the hell is going on! Tell me!"
"I bought you a chocolate milkshake." Frikiza answered. "But you can only have it when you sit up and behave. Understand?"
"Get off me!" King Piccolo screamed, and started violently thrusting underneath her, trying desperately to shake her off. Dammit! She was less than half his weight, but she had more than twice his power. He couldn't move her at all! "Get off me you stupid lizard!"
"Do you want the milkshake?" Frikiza asked calmly.
"Yes!" King Piccolo boomed. "What sort of stupid question is that! Of course I want the milkshake – but not as much as I want to crush you two together and bury you in the bottom of the ocean!"
"Crushed together? That sounds fun." Frikiza giggled. "But he's a little young for me."
"Wh-What!" Junior gasped and stared at her with wide eyes, his cheeks slightly violet.

Frikiza looked down at King Piccolo.
"I'm going to get off. If you sit up, and behave, and listen, and don't go crazy when I tell you something, you can have this milkshake."
"What are you going to tell me?" King Piccolo growled.
"You'll have to find out." Frikiza replied. "Agree to it first."
"… Fine." King Piccolo sighed. Whatever. Anything to get her off his back – literally. It wasn't like he had to keep his word. Did she really expect him to? He was King Piccolo!
"Good."

Piccolo Junior watched in astonishment as Frikiza hopped off his father's back, and King Piccolo moved to a sitting position on the bench. He sat up calmly and obediently, and took the milkshake from Frikiza's hand like a dog earning a treat. It was… bizarre. "You promise not to over-react? I can trust you, right?" Frikiza said to King Piccolo. Yeah, right. Junior was reluctant to believe that he could be trusted. Even if she had managed to train King Piccolo in some way, there was no way he wasn't going to over-react to this.
"Mm." King Piccolo grunted, sipping on his milkshake. "Just tell me already."
"Okay." Frikiza nodded. "First of all, there's some trouble in hell, and we're staying here until it's resolved – that means you might be alive until tomorrow morning."

King Piccolo almost choked on his drink. Had he heard her right? He could be alive… until tomorrow? That was… That was wonderful! It was perfect! He had a whole extra day of life! A whole extra day to gather the dragonballs! Oh, great! Oh great oh great oh great! "Good news, right?" Frikiza beamed.
"Yes!" King Piccolo exclaimed. "Who's causing the trouble – is it my boys?" Oh, those wonderful little minions… King Piccolo knew there was a reason he kept that around! Such intelligent creatures; King Piccolo had no idea they could be so cunning! How wonderful of them –
"It wasn't them." Frikiza said. Oh… … Right. "They're nice boys, they wouldn't cause trouble like that." Frikiza continued. Yeah, yeah… whatever. King Piccolo tried to hold in his annoyance. Why hadn't the boys done it? Were his minions going soft? It was those rehabilitation classes – they were corrupting his children! Still… that didn't matter. Whoever it was that was making trouble in hell, they had just bought King Piccolo an extra day of life. How wonderful! How perfect! He would get the dragonballs for sure now! Yes! Yes yes yes yes – "Anyway, the other thing is…" Frikiza interrupted King Piccolo's internal cheering. "You're having dinner with Goku."
"What!"

Piccolo Junior just about managed to shield himself in time, before his father's exploding ki could take out his eyes.