Author's Note:-
This was originally the second part of chapter 15, but it was far too long so I decided to split that chapter into two, so... here it is, chapter 15-2. Let me know what you think :)
Also, I'm expecting to be busy with Christmas over the next few days so the next main chapter might be a little late, but I'll work on it as fast as I can! In the meantime, I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
It was early morning, and King Piccolo awoke to find himself somewhere that wasn't the spare room. The walls were red, the furniture was black… He recognised it, from what he'd assumed had been a dream. This was Frikiza's room. Had he really woken up here…? Everything that had happened last night – had it not been a dream? King Piccolo turned his head to see Frikiza fast asleep beside him. Well… They'd at least slept together, even if they hadn't had sex. Or was this a dream as well…? King Piccolo cautiously raised his claws to the base of his antennae, and pinched himself.
"Ow!" He hissed as a strong, sharp pain shot through his head. No. This was definitely not a dream.
Frikiza started to stir beside King Piccolo, disturbed by his flinching. He watched her for a moment to see if she would wake up, but she didn't. She just shifted slightly, and then settled back into sleep. Well… King Piccolo could hardly blame her. If last night hadn't been a dream, she was no doubt exhausted. He smirked smugly as he recalled it. First she'd sat on him and they'd done it with her on his lap. Then Frikiza had used her hand to get him back in the mood, and he'd pinned her down onto the bed and held her legs behind her head… King Piccolo almost moaned as he recalled it. Oh how she'd squirmed underneath him; how she'd groaned and screamed… It was so sexy. Frikiza was so sexy. After King Piccolo had held her down and violated her they'd done it a third time – and that really was like a battle. He'd been on top of Frikiza, and then she'd been on top of him – in fact King Piccolo couldn't recall how many times they'd rolled around the bed in their fight for dominance. She was so resilient. King Piccolo could do whatever he wanted to Frikiza and she loved every second of it. He could bite her as hard as he wanted, he could tug at her flesh and kiss her as fiercely as his own body would allow and no amount of force was too much for her. Then, what she did to him… Ohhh, what she did to him. Dying had done him less damage! King Piccolo could still feel the weight of Frikiza's tongue against his gums; he could still feel the force of her lips on his. He could still feel her nails digging deep in his back; he had a mark to go with every one of her screams. Her sexy, passionate screams… Damn, she knew how to excite him. He'd only stopped because he'd exhausted himself, and then he'd had the deepest sleep he'd had in years.
King Piccolo rolled onto his side and stared at Frikiza, studying his prey. She was sleeping on her front, in her first form. Frikiza had changed back into it when they'd finally surrendered to sleep in the early hours of the morning. King Piccolo liked this form the most. Even though her second form felt so good, so good that he would spend the rest of his day thinking about it, he still thought her first form was the best. It was what King Piccolo was used to, and he did find it more attractive. He liked the smallness of her first form; he liked how innocent she looked next to him. How helpless… Oh, she was the kind of prey that any predator would desire. She was almost worth starving over. She was delicious…
"Hm?"
King Piccolo frowned slightly when he suddenly noticed a few marks on Frikiza's neck. They were bite marks. Where did she get those? He'd bitten her plenty of times last night, but that was in her second form. Did the injuries transfer over? The marks weren't as big now though, but in proportion with her smaller neck size… How interesting. The marks were definitely from him; they were less than a day old. Had all of her marks transferred onto her first form? King Piccolo slid the duvet off Frikiza a little to study her back. It was coated in claw marks. They travelled all the way down her back, from where he'd grabbed her, and scratched her and thrown her… There were marks on her hips from where he'd held her tight, and handprints on her ass… Damn, she looked good. He felt like he'd marked his territory; like he'd claimed her. King Piccolo had claimed that slender little neck, and those large soft breasts, and those round hips and that firm ass… Ooo.
King Piccolo shivered, and he started to feel funny. She was so sexy… He wanted to have another go at her. Now. While she was lying there, naked and claimed. Not in her second form, though. King Piccolo wanted her in this one. The form he'd first been attracted to; the form that had invaded his dreams and made him fantasise about her. He didn't care if he couldn't fit all the way in; he was so horny right now he wouldn't last ten minutes even if he did. Oh, just to have even half of him in that tiny body, watching her squirm and scream underneath him… The very thought of it was driving him wild!
King Piccolo moved his body over Frikiza and held himself above her back. He buried his face in her neck and started to kiss her, rubbing himself against the base of her tail to ease the growing pressure he felt in his lower region. Oh, she was delicious… King Piccolo bit Frikiza's neck softly and placed a hand on her side. He glided his palm down her body until he finally reached the base of her tail, and then he held onto it as tightly as he could, causing Frikiza to stir.
"Mm…" Frikiza uttered as she awoke from her slumber. She moved the tip of her tail to stroke King Piccolo's head, and smiled a little. "Morning, Big Boy…" She mumbled sleepily.
"Good morning." King Piccolo purred enthusiastically into Frikiza's neck, rubbing himself against her. He bit her neck again and ran his hand up and down the base of her tail, drawing a soft moan from Frikiza's lips. King Piccolo had learned that last night – the base of her tail was like his antennae. It was the best way to induce arousal.
Frikiza smiled a little at the feeling of King Piccolo against her. It was nice… but…
"Not now…" Frikiza uttered. "I'm too tired to transform."
"Good." King Piccolo replied, and trailed his tongue along her flesh. She tasted so good… "I don't want you to transform."
"But it won't fit." Frikiza answered, waking up a little more.
"Trust me, it doesn't need to go all the way in." King Piccolo said, sliding his hands onto her hips and kissing her neck again. "I promise, Gorgeous. Half will be more than enough."
"But Piccolo…" Frikiza groaned, moving her hips towards him as he started to massage her lower back. "It'll hurt."
"Oh, well…" King Piccolo smirked. "Then let me apologise in advance."
"Pic – Hey!" Frikiza cried out as King Piccolo suddenly yanked her bottom half up by her tail, and then an almighty scream erupted from Frikiza's throat when she felt a sudden sharp, intense white pain flood her pelvic region. "Oh my God!" She screamed, scrunching her eyes shut and digging her nails into the bed. "Piccolo! It hurts!"
"Oh my God you're so tight!" King Piccolo gasped, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he finally acted out his very first Frikiza fantasy. He tugged fiercely on Frikiza's tail and exhaled angrily when she tried to pull away, using her tail to yank her back towards him. "Don't be such a weakling!" King Piccolo barked. "I thought you could handle pain – you're supposed to be stronger than me!"
"When was the last time somebody did this to you!" Frikiza yelled back. She gritted her teeth and sunk her face into her pillow, trying to ignore the pain as her body adjusted to it. It didn't help that he was moving so quickly! But the pain started to subside, eventually… and then… "Oh my God…" Frikiza whimpered, biting her lip. "Oh my God…" She took a breath and dragged her nails across the bed sheets, then let out a low whine. "Ohh…" Frikiza groaned, her nails cutting into the mattress. "Harder…"
"What was that?" King Piccolo's voice came from somewhere above her.
"I said har – fuck!" Frikiza screamed as King Piccolo followed her commands. "Oh, Piccolo!"
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King Piccolo munched loudly and finally finished off his fiftieth serving of breakfast. He'd had an active few hours. After their wake-up session Frikiza had taken a shower. King Piccolo had gone in there to use the bathroom – he'd had no other intention… but then he'd seen her in the shower cubicle. Her sexy silhouette through the steam… That was it. Before he knew it he was in the cubicle with her, propping her up against its wall. That was in her first form as well – he preferred Frikiza's first form. He could do less, but it was much more satisfying. The smaller power level was somewhat of a disappointment compared to Frikiza's second form, but she was still powerful enough for King Piccolo, and her small frame made him feel so dominant. It was also much more snug, and Frikiza was much more responsive – she screamed louder in her first form. She moaned louder, and begged louder… and pleaded louder. Mmm. King Piccolo looked across the breakfast bar at her, and smirked to himself. Poor girl. She'd barely been able to get out of the shower, he had been so rough with her… But she was into that, wasn't she? She seemed to be. She seemed to enjoy him being rough, even if it did leave her slightly strained.
Frikiza noticed King Piccolo looking at her, and blinked.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." King Piccolo replied, and took a swig of his orange juice. Frikiza had insisted on him drinking something other than melon soda. He'd agreed, but only to shut her up. He still didn't like her whining. That was something he would never like about her. "Feel better?" King Piccolo asked with an arrogant smirk.
"A little." Frikiza answered, her cheeks darkening as she smirked and looked away shyly. King Piccolo had decided to kiss Frikiza better when she went back into the bedroom, after she'd commented on what an impact he'd had on her. She'd seemed to enjoy it at the time… but 'a little'? He was insulted!
"Fine, then let's fuck again." King Piccolo demanded.
"Are you sure?" Frikiza teased. "Don't you want to have another fifty breakfasts first?"
"I would, but I can't perform on a full stomach." King Piccolo retorted. Frikiza rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She sighed. "Anyway – the answer's no. I need to take a break."
"What!" King Piccolo protested. Was she serious? "But what am I supposed to do about this?" King Piccolo snapped, pointing at his belt. Or more precisely, what was below it.
Frikiza giggled. He hated it when she did that…
"Don't worry." Frikiza smiled. "I can still fix that."
"Oh yeah?" King Piccolo grunted. "How?" He watched as Frikiza parted her lips slightly, enough for him to see her slide her tongue along her teeth, slowly and seductively. "… Oh." King Piccolo uttered, understanding what she meant. Well… He did like that tongue of hers, and he had wondered what it would feel like… down there. "… Okay." King Piccolo nodded. "Come on, then."
"You're so bossy." Frikiza remarked. She hopped off her bar stool and made her way over to him.
"So are you. At least my voice isn't irritating." King Piccolo argued.
"We'll see." Frikiza replied. She flashed him a wicked smile, and then she loosened his belt and lowered her lips to him.
"… Oh." King Piccolo choked when Frikiza made contact. "Oh, yeah…" He closed his eyes and let out a long, low moan. He loved her mouth!
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It was early afternoon, and after an entire morning with no word from their master, King Piccolo's mutant sons were starting to worry. They were huddled together a few feet away from Frikiza's house, wondering what they should do.
"Maybe he really did kill her." Drum gasped.
"Drum! Of course he hasn't killed her!" Piano scolded.
"You don't think he has it in him?" Cymbal questioned.
"Piano, he does like her, right? I mean, every time he denies it – you don't believe him, do you?" Tambourine said.
"Well… I'm not sure. I hope he likes her." Piano replied. "But what I meant was – he can't have killed her, because his power is microscopic compared to hers."
The other mutants gasped, horrified that Piano could speak so terribly of their master. Piano looked at them, and a worried look came across his face. "Uh… don't tell King Piccolo I said that." He said sheepishly. His brothers smirked, and nodded.
"Okay." They grinned.
"But – I'm still worried about Frikiza." Cymbal said. "Neither of them have come out all day –" He suddenly let out a loud, frightful gasp and his eyes widened. "Guys! What if he's holding her hostage!" Cymbal cried.
"Or maybe she finally snapped and killed him!" Tambourine wailed, suddenly looking worried. The mutants all looked at Tambourine, and their eyes widened.
"Let's go find out." Piano gasped, and he and the mutants raced over to Frikiza's door.
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Back in Frikiza's house, Frikiza and King Piccolo were lying together on the sofa, watching as the end credits of a movie appeared on Frikiza's TV.
"Thank God." King Piccolo groaned.
"You didn't like it?" Frikiza replied.
"Tch. No. It was revolting." King Piccolo spat. After breakfast Frikiza had attempted to drag King Piccolo into another counselling session, which had quickly turned into a heated bedroom session. King Piccolo had wanted another round, but Frikiza had told him she would only do it if he watched a movie with her. She had hoped he would respond to a movie better than he did counselling – it was about love and trust and forgiveness… It had been a bad idea. Frikiza looked at King Piccolo, and it was immediately obvious that he had been bored throughout, and probably hadn't even paid attention after the first five minutes. He'd managed to pay attention to snacking, though… Frikiza glanced down at the few dozen empty snack packets that were on the floor.
"You're revolting." She scolded. "You'd better clean this up!"
"Of course." King Piccolo smirked. "If you satisfy me enough."
"Oh, don't worry about that." Frikiza replied, trying to hold back a flirtatious smirk as she glanced at him. "You'll be begging me for more."
"Is that so?" King Piccolo challenged, positioning himself above her. "Well you can start by bending over." He grabbed hold of Frikiza's waist and listened to her giggling as he threw her onto the arm of the chair, facing down. He loosened his belt and pulled down his pants, and was just about to lift up her pale purple robe when there was a knock at the door.
"Oh – I have to get that!" Frikiza gasped.
"What!" King Piccolo cried. "You can't be serious!"
"Of course I am! I'm a counsellor – it might be one of my clients!" Frikiza protested.
"So tell them you've taken the morning off!" King Piccolo snapped.
"It's not morning anymore." Frikiza argued. "And I can't do that! I'm their counsellor – and some of my clients actually put a lot of trust in me, you know. I have to be there for them when they need me."
"I'm your client! King Piccolo wailed. "I need you! I need you to stay right here and do as I say – I didn't watch that stupid movie for nothing!"
"I know – and you'll get it, I promise." Frikiza giggled, pushing him away. She jumped off the sofa and smiled at King Piccolo as he glared at her angrily. "Just give me a few minutes, then I'm all yours." She kissed his cheek and stroked her finger up his antennae, causing Piccolo to turn away and let out a sharp, frustrated sigh.
"You have five minutes." He grunted. Frikiza just laughed, and headed for the door.
When she opened the door, Frikiza blinked in surprise to see King Piccolo's mutant children standing there.
"Frikiza!" The mutants greeted her excitedly.
"You're alive!" Drum beamed.
"What?" Frikiza uttered, and laughed. "Of course I am! Your father isn't that tough, you know."
"I heard that!" King Piccolo yelled from somewhere in the background.
"Oh, great! He's alive too!" Tambourine grinned.
"Yeah – we thought you might have finally snapped and killed him." Cymbal said.
"Oh. Well… no." Frikiza sweat dropped. "Sorry to worry you, Boys… Me and Piccolo are fine, we're just… uh…" She paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "We're… just having a few back to back counselling sessions – in private."
"Oh." The mutants uttered, staring in confusion at Frikiza's face. She seemed to by lying… And why was she wearing that robe? That was the similar to the robe Frieza wore when he wasn't dressed properly…
"Frikiza, is it just the boys there?" King Piccolo's voice came again.
"Yeah." Frikiza answered.
"Okay."
The mutants gasped when King Piccolo emerged at the doorway behind Frikiza. He was shoeless and shirtless, and his belt was loosened. He looked down at the mutants and began to speak. "Listen." King Piccolo grunted. "We've been having sex since last night – and we plan to do it for the rest of the day, so if you don't mind – get out of here." He glared fiercely at the mutants, warning them to run away, but to King Piccolo's surprise his children didn't tremble in fear, nor did they leap out of their skin or cower away in fright. Actually… They were smiling. Albeit, awkwardly smiling…
"O-Oh…" Tambourine uttered, his cheeks darkening. "Uh…" He looked at King Piccolo and Frikiza, and grinned sheepishly.
"S-Sorry to disturb you, Sire… And Frikiza…" Piano said, holding back a smirk.
"It's okay." Frikiza smiled. "It's sweet that you were worried about us. You're such nice boys."
"Um…" Drum began. "Frikiza…" He looked at her. "Does this mean you're our mother now?"
"No!" King Piccolo roared. "Let me make one thing clear: we are not a couple. She isn't my girlfriend, or my wife – we're just having sex. We have absolutely no interest in starting a relationship at all, do I make myself clear?"
"Y-Yes Sire…" The mutants nodded.
"And another thing." King Piccolo added. "Nobody is to know about this. Do you understand? Nobody."
"Understood, Sire." The mutants replied.
"Good." King Piccolo grunted. "Now, if you'll excuse us… Frikiza. Come on." He marched away from the door, towards Frikiza's bedroom.
The mutants all moved their eyes to Frikiza, and tried their best not to blush as they looked at her. Frikiza simply giggled.
"He's very demanding, isn't he?" She smirked. "I might have to use my final form on him."
"Your… your what?" Piano uttered.
"He'll tell you all about it." Frikiza said. "I guess I'll see you guys in the meeting?"
"Oh… you're still going?" Tambourine questioned.
"Of course!" Frikiza insisted. "It's important that Piccolo attends his classes – we'll be there."
"What!" King Piccolo's voice thundered through the house again. Frikiza glanced towards his voice, then looked at the mutants.
"Sorry, I have to go. I'll see you in class!" She said hurriedly, and shut the door before the mutants could respond.
Inside the house Frikiza turned around to see King Piccolo standing there with his arms folded, glaring at her.
"I'm not going to that class." He snarled.
"Well that's a shame." Frikiza shrugged. "Because I am, so if you don't come you'll be here on your own."
"Dammit Frikiza, I hate those classes!" King Piccolo yelled. "What is wrong with you! I'm having sex with the class leader – that should mean I get the benefit of not attending my classes!"
"No it doesn't!" Frikiza argued, unable to keep herself from laughing a little. He was so childish! "It just means you get the benefit of having sex with me."
"Oh, really?" King Piccolo snorted. "And what great benefit is that?"
"Well… I guess you'll have to find out, won't you?" Frikiza replied, pulling off her cloak. She smirked at King Piccolo and winked. "After all, this isn't even my final form."
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Meanwhile, outside Frikiza's door the mutants were still dealing with the news that King Piccolo and Frikiza were 'almost' an item.
"This is great!" Tambourine exclaimed. "This is what we wanted all along, right? She'll tone him down for certain!"
"He'll learn to laugh and have fun… and he'll stop being mean to us!" Cymbal beamed.
"And she'll be our mom, won't she?" Drum smiled, dreamily gazing into his fantasy. "I always wondered what it would be like to have a mother… If he marries her, then –"
"Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Piano interrupted, holding up his hands. "You heard King Piccolo. They aren't an item and he isn't interested in her. They're just… … well… having sex."
"Oh, but how long's that gonna last?" Cymbal reasoned.
"Yeah – they're bound to get together eventually." Tambourine nodded. "Don't you think so, Piano?"
"Well…" Piano uttered, and smiled a little. "I… I hope so."
"Yeah!" His mutant brothers all exclaimed.
"Hey, but… what was Frikiza talking about when she said her final form?" Drum questioned, and looked at his fellow mutants. "Does she have more than one form?"
"Yeah, that kind of puzzled me too…" Cymbal admitted, and looked at Piano and Tambourine for advice. "Guys?"
"Beats me." Tambourine shrugged. "Maybe it's an icejin thing."
"Yes, some sort of power-up, perhaps…" Piano nodded, considering what Frikiza might have meant. "After all, I don't think icejins can change their appearance… I've never seen Frieza do it."
"But why would you? We just go over there to pick up spy-screens." Drum replied. "Maybe it is possible… Frieza doesn't look all that much like his father, right? Maybe that's because they're shape-shifters."
"No – Drum, you're wrong there." Tambourine argued. "He's smaller than his father, but Frieza does look like him. He has his father's eyes."
"I think he looks more like Coola." Cymbal said. "Maybe Frieza and Coola are adopted…"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Piano scolded. "Who would want to adopt those two! They must be blood related."
"Yeah, but…" And the mutants continued to talk about Frieza's bloodline.
Elsewhere, not too far away from Frikiza's house, an eavesdropping Dr. Gero was hiding behind a rock. He'd just overheard the entire conversation, and could barely believe his ears. Frikiza and… King Piccolo? How unexpected… And how disgusting!
"What a waste." Dr. Gero muttered angrily, and let out a sigh. "Come on. Let's go." He tugged on the leash that was wrapped around his wrist, and started to drag all seven Cell Juniors along behind him.
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"Hurry up Dodoria, there's an awful draft." Zarbon said, and smirked over at his comrade as the larger alien rebuilt the wall of Frieza's cave that Frikiza had obliterated.
"Shut up, Zarbon!" Dodoria snarled, glaring at him. "Why do I have to do this anyway? We should have got those runts to do it."
"Do you mean my children?" Cell hissed, shooting Dodoria a deadly glance. "Because if you do, then allow me to explain why you are doing that instead of them… They are not insignificant slaves that I could kill with my fingernail – do you understand?" He narrowed his eyes at Dodoria, causing him to timidly back off.
"Mm. That's right, Dodoria." Frikiza uttered, pulling his wine glass away from his lips. "Because if they were slaves, they would know how to behave."
"Oh, shut up, Frieza." Cell spat. "They know how to behave just fine!"
"Oh, so is that why the guards released them early?" Zarbon sniped, narrowing his eyes at Cell. "For good behaviour? Not because those things are so unbearable even the guards of hell can't stand their company?"
"They were released because the guards realised how wrong it was to imprison children!" Cell argued.
"Uh-huh." Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria all grunted, not believing him.
"Bastards." Cell muttered angrily.
"Papa!"
Cell's spirits were soon lifted when he heard the cry of his children, and he turned round to see all seven Cell Juniors charging at him.
"Hi Boys – Whoa!" Cell cried out as the Juniors knocked him to the floor. "Okay, settle down…" He sweat dropped.
"Tch. They don't know what that means." Dr. Gero remarked as he walked in behind the children. "I need a drink."
"Sit down, Dodoria will get you one." Frieza replied, and moved his eyes to Dodoria.
Dodoria sighed, but obediently fetched Dr. Gero a glass of wine.
"The entire population of Planet Vegeta is down here, why the hell can't he get a couple of them to be his errand boy?" He thought to himself bitterly.
"Did you have a good time with Grandpa – hm?" Cell frowned in confusion when he noticed that each of the Juniors had a collar and leash around their neck, the end of which was attached to Dr. Gero's wrist. "Doctor – what is this?" He questioned.
"Ah! My latest invention!" Dr. Gero beamed. "It's the perfect tool to train these little brats – look." He pressed his thumb into a button on his end of the leash, and the Cell Juniors all cried out as a jolt of electricity shot through them.
"What!" Cell screamed, his eyes widening in horror as he watched the Juniors' faces twisting in agony.
"Oh, wonderful!" Frieza exclaimed.
"Wonderful?" Cell gasped, and glared at Dr. Gero. "It's horrible! I'm taking it off right now!"
"Yeah – you can take it off after I've finished with their bath." Dodoria said, and looked at Dr. Gero. "Do you mind?"
"Of course." Dr. Gero smirked, and handed Dodoria the leash. "Don't feel shy about using it – I've tuned it so that it will use as high a voltage as possible without doing them any permanent harm."
"Great." Dodoria beamed, and looked at the Cell Juniors. "Come on, Kids – time for your bath."
"No!" The Cell Juniors yelled, and they immediately started firing ki blasts at Dodoria. "No bath!"
Dodoria held his arms up to try and defend himself against their attacks, but his defences were pitiful against the power of the Cell Juniors. He gritted his teeth in pain as their ki blasts burnt his skin, then he glared up at the Juniors and pressed on the leash several times, sending jolt after jolt of electricity through the Juniors until they finally surrendered and stopped attacking him.
"Wow…" Zarbon uttered, watching the scene in admiration.
"Amazing…" Frieza gasped.
"Are you… gonna come take your bath now?" Dodoria asked the Juniors cautiously, expecting them to take another shot at him.
"Okay…"
"Fine…" The Juniors all started mumbling reluctantly, and Dodoria grinned in delight.
"Thanks, Doc!" He beamed. "This is great!"
"You're welcome. It's about time somebody gave those runts the beating they deserved." Dr. Gero replied, shooting Cell a disapproving glance. "If their father isn't going to do it."
"Shut up." Cell growled. Dodoria sniggered nastily, and tugged on the leash.
"Come on – and don't you dare try to drown me, otherwise you're getting zapped!" He snarled, and left the room with the Cell Juniors following reluctantly behind.
Zarbon watched the Juniors leave with wide eyes, shocked at how well they were behaving.
"My, Doctor." He gasped. "That might just be the greatest thing you've ever created."
"Really, Zarbon?" Cell hissed, glaring at him angrily. "The greatest thing he's ever created?"
"Yes." Zarbon replied with a sinister smirk. "I can't think of anything better. Can you, Cell?"
"Stop it." Frieza sighed, and used his tail to block Cell's path as the android advanced on Zarbon. "Can't we all just get along for a few minutes?"
"Oh, speaking of getting along," Dr. Gero began. "I've just been past Frikiza's house – apparently she's fucking that oaf King Piccolo."
Frieza, Cell and Zarbon all turned their attention away from each other to stare at Dr. Gero.
"Really?" Frieza gasped.
"Mm." Dr. Gero nodded. "I heard him telling his monsters."
"Well, it's about time." Zarbon smirked. "I was starting to think it would never happen."
"Yeah, me too…" Cell growled bitterly, suddenly looking annoyed. "So, what – is she evil now?"
"Well, she still wants him to go to those classes." Dr. Gero shrugged. "So I suppose not."
"Give her time. She can't get that close to him without him bringing out her evil side." Frieza said.
"What makes you think she has an evil side?" Dr. Gero questioned.
"Trust me." Frieza smirked, his eyes twinkling darkly. "She does."
At that moment Dodoria walked in, and frowned at the looks on everyone's faces.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Frikiza hooked up with Piccolo." Zarbon answered.
"What!" Dodoria gasped, his eyes widening. "Seriously?"
"Yes." Dr. Gero replied. "They're back at her house doing it right now – apparently they've been at it since last night."
"Oof! She must be sore." Zarbon remarked.
"Don't be disgusting." Frieza scolded.
"Haha." Dr. Gero sniggered slightly. "Well… If you ask me it's a waste." He frowned. "A beautiful girl like that – I'm not into aliens, but she can do better than him." He moved his eyes to glare sternly at Cell. "You know, I'm disappointed in you. That could have been you staying at her place last night. She's only one of the most powerful people down here – and she's a billionaire!"
"Oh Doctor, she has more money than that." Frieza smirked arrogantly.
"Fine, a trillionaire – whatever!" Dr. Gero growled. "The point is, that could have been you, Cell! If she can settle for that overgrown moron then she would jump through hoops for you! When are you going to get yourself a girlfriend?"
"What?" Dodoria blinked, staring at Dr. Gero in confusion. "But –"
"It's all well and good you four living in this bachelor pad – but those runts need a mother!" Dr. Gero lectured. "You can't be a single father forever, Cell. Half the reason they're so out of control is because they don't have a stable family environment."
"What are you talking about?" Dodoria frowned. "Dr. Gero – don't you know that Frieza and Cell are –"
"– Are perfectly happy living in this 'bachelor pad', thank you Doctor!" Cell cried, quickly appearing beside Dodoria to throw his arm around the pink man's throat. "And actually – they do have a stable family environment! I don't need a girlfriend to provide them with that!"
"Hmph. I don't know what sort of crap you absorbed from your victims, but I never programmed that attitude into you." Dr. Gero grunted. "Next you'll be telling me you're gay."
"But – argh!" Dodoria choked as Cell tightened his grip around his throat.
"Don't be ridiculous, Father." Cell growled.
"Well then. Get a girlfriend." Dr. Gero ordered, rising out of his seat. "Actually, those two have only been at it since last night – so if you're quick to dispose of King Piccolo then I'm sure Frikiza will be all over you. You are my most perfect creation, after all."
"Apparently not…" Zarbon mumbled, causing Cell to shoot him an angry glare.
"Anyway. I'll have the kids again tomorrow – but make sure they have a nap first, they were manic today." Dr. Gero snapped. "Bye." And he left Frieza's cave.
After Dr. Gero had gone Dodoria broke himself out of Cell's loosened grasp and stared at him.
"Okay – so he doesn't know about you and Lord Frieza?"
"No." Cell hissed. "And he's not going to. Understand?"
"Oh, come on!" Dodoria whined. "So that's King Kold, Coola, and Dr. Gero that I have to keep it from?"
"And everyone from Planet Vegeta." Frieza replied. "I don't know why it's such an issue, Dodoria. All you have to do is not tell anyone."
"But what if they find out anyway?" Dodoria protested.
"Oh, I don't think that's very likely." Frieza reasoned. "After all, when Zarbon and I were alive we were an item for four decades and nobody knew about that."
"Haha! Yeah, right! Good one, Lord Frieza!" Dodoria laughed loudly, but his laughter soon came to an end when he noticed Frieza glaring at him. Oh shit, he was serious. "Uh… yeah." Dodoria sweat dropped. "That's a good point, Lord Frieza. Nobody did know about you guys."
"Hm." Cell uttered, sniggering a little at Dodoria's squirming.
"That's right." Frieza hissed. "Now. I'm going for a nap. Who would like to join me?"
"Oh, since when did you have to ask?" Zarbon replied, and headed for Frieza's bedroom.
"Yeah – Dodoria, watch the kids." Cell instructed.
"What!" Dodoria cried. "But I was on watch duty last night!"
"So I guess you know what you're doing, then." Cell smirked. "Oh – and if you ever almost tell Dr. Gero about us again… I'll cut out your tongue, and pop your eyeballs, and then I'll erase your very existence." He smiled at Dodoria sweetly, his ki steadily rising to a dangerous level. "Understand?"
"Uh… Yes, Sir." Dodoria whimpered. "Enjoy your… secret."
"Thanks. Enjoy fixing the wall." Cell winked, and he left the room with Frieza.
Dodoria let out a long, loud sigh and returned to rebuilding Frieza's wall.
"Bastards." He muttered to himself angrily. "Why do I have to keep all the secrets? Why do I have to fix the wall? Why do I have to look after those –" He stopped when he heard the sound of footsteps, and turned round to see all seven Cell Juniors staring at him with sinister smirks on their lips and ki balls in their palms.
"We don't like baths." The eldest of the seven Juniors stated.
"Yeah, well I bet you don't like being electrocuted either, do you?" Dodoria smirked.
"No." The second Cell Junior replied. "That's why we got this." He raised his arm, and a look of horror swept across Dodoria's face when he saw the owner's end of the leash in the Cell Junior's hand.
"Oh, crap…" Dodoria uttered, and held up his hands defensively. "Uh – Kids… You know it's not nice to blast Uncle Dodoria – arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" His scream echoed all through the house as he was struck by the Juniors' ki attacks, and the new wall Dodoria had been working on came tumbling down.