"Boys!" King Piccolo boomed excitedly as he raced back into his cave after making full use of Frikiza's body. "Boys! Quickly, gather round!" He took a seat in his throne and waited for his mutant sons to kneel in front of him. Piano stared up at his master, and grinned.
"King Piccolo, you seem in rather a good mood, Sire." He remarked. "Did the flowers work?"
"Hm? Oh – yes." King Piccolo answered, smirking in satisfaction. "Good idea, Piano."
"Uh – King Piccolo, it was my idea." Tambourine frowned.
"Oh." King Piccolo uttered. "Well, whatever." He waved his hand dismissively, and Tambourine rolled his eyes.
"You're welcome." He thought bitterly.
"So things went well with Frikiza?" Cymbal beamed.
"Better than well, my child." King Piccolo boastfully replied. "She is sending me back to Earth tomorrow."
"Oh, that's wonderful, Sire!" Piano exclaimed. "It'll do you two good to have a decent vacation."
"Yeah – and now you can use the honeymoon suite like a real couple." Drum grinned, then suddenly caught himself. "Uh… not that you are a couple…"
"Even if we were, we wouldn't be sharing a hotel room, Drum." King Piccolo grunted. "She isn't coming with me."
"Huh?" The mutants all looked at him in confusion.
"Well then… who is?" Piano asked.
"Nobody." King Piccolo answered, and a wide grin swept across his face. "I'm going on my own."

The mutants all fell silent, and continued to look at their master in confusion.
"I don't get it." Cymbal blinked.
"Haha. Don't worry, I was surprised myself to begin with." King Piccolo smirked. "But that's the problem with our little Frikiza – all that power and potential, and she wastes it on putting her trust in people like me." He narrowed his eyes at the mutants, his pupils glowing in delight. "She is going to send me to Earth, and she is going to let me gather the dragonballs… because she doesn't think that I will use them for evil."
"Are… are you going to?" Tambourine asked.
"Of course I am, you imbecile!" King Piccolo barked. "I'm going to use them to become immortal, and the most powerful being in the universe, and the ruler of Earth! And what's more – I'm going to use my new powers to put an end to Goku and his entire miserable family – and even Junior, if he tries to stand in my way."
"Tch. He will." Drum muttered angrily.
"Yeah, he probably will, Sire." Cymbal nodded.
"Well then, he's a fool." King Piccolo shrugged. "Still, it's not my problem. I gave the boy the chance to join me."

Piano let out the breath that had been caught in his throat as he realised what this all meant. It was crazy. If Frikiza really was going to let King Piccolo use the dragonballs, then this time tomorrow they would all be… wait. King Piccolo was going to revive his children as well, wasn't he?
"Uh – King Piccolo." Piano began. "So, just to clarify – what exactly will you be wishing for?"
"Hm…" King Piccolo mused, tapping his claws against the arm of his throne as he considered his wishes. "You only get three, don't you…?"
"Well… three would be enough for most people, Sire." Piano said.
"Yes, but I need to use one to permanently revive myself first…" King Piccolo mumbled. "So that will be my first wish. My second, to become the most powerful being in the universe, and my third…" He looked at his mutant sons, and smirked deviously. "Now. Do I use it to become immortal, or do I use it to revive you?"
"Well… King Piccolo, if you're the most powerful being in the universe, and you're already young, you won't need immortality right away." Cymbal reasoned.
"Yeah." Tambourine nodded. "You could always wish for immortality next year."
"I could, couldn't I?" King Piccolo smirked. Haha. Look at them. Desperately trying to convince him not to leave them behind. Still, King Piccolo couldn't blame them. It was awful down here, and they would be lost without their leader. It wouldn't be fair to have all the fun without them, would it? Hm… "Fine." King Piccolo smirked, almost laughing at his children. "I'm feeling generous. Perhaps I will use my third wish to revive you."
"Oh, King Piccolo!" The mutants all wailed, throwing themselves at his feet. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
"Don't mention it." King Piccolo sniggered. "After all, I will need my servants, won't I?"
"Uh-huh." The mutants nodded.
"Oh – wait!" Piano gasped. He looked at King Piccolo. "What about Frikiza?"
"What about her?" King Piccolo shrugged.
"Sire – instead of using your third wish to revive us, couldn't you use it to help her?" Piano looked at his siblings. "We don't mind, do we? It would mean we'd have to wait a year before we could be revived, but it would save Frikiza."
"Save Frikiza…?" Drum mumbled.

The mutants looked at each other, then grinned at Piano.
"Sure!" They exclaimed.
"King Piccolo – please use your wish to help Frikiza, Sire." Cymbal begged.
"Yeah – we can wait a year. Please, save her!" Tambourine cried.
"Tch." King Piccolo grunted. Pathetic. They were willing to sacrifice a year of their lives for Frikiza? She really had ruined them, hadn't she? It made him sick – and they were idiots! Frikiza's family were in a different universe, how the hell was he supposed to use the dragonballs to help her! Fools. "Boys, listen to me. I wouldn't use my last wish to save Frikiza even if I could." King Piccolo growled. "But fortunately, I can't."
"You can't?" The mutants gasped.
"Well what am I supposed to do, wish away her family?" King Piccolo barked. "They're in another universe, there's nothing my dragonballs could do to them."

King Piccolo almost vomited at the looks of sheer despair that came across the mutants' faces. What the hell was wrong with them? They were supposed to be happy! This was what they'd wanted since the day they arrived in this miserable place, were they really going to push that aside for Frikiza? "What the hell is wrong with you!" King Piccolo roared. "Let her die, it's her own fault! She chose to betray her family!"
"But… we don't want her to die." Tambourine whimpered.
"Sire… Don't you want to save her?" Piano reasoned. "I mean – she does have her uses for you, doesn't she?"
"Well… yes." King Piccolo admitted, then smirked. "But don't worry. When I'm king of Earth I'll have millions of girls to choose from, all different shapes and sizes." He sniggered. "And if you boys behave, maybe I'll even give some to you."
"No thanks… I like Doria." Drum mumbled glumly.
"Yeah… King Piccolo, I don't think any of those Earth girls could be as great at Zarba." Tambourine smiled.
"Tch. You're pathetic." King Piccolo spat. "You can't be so picky – a woman is a woman, they're only good for one thing and they can all provide it, so you should stop focusing on just one." He narrowed his eyes at Tambourine and smirked nastily. "Especially you, Tambourine. If Zarba is the only girl you're interested in, you'll be spending your life alone." Tambourine lowered his eyes and remained silent, dumfounded by the cold, bitter truth. King Piccolo was right, after all. Zarba wasn't the slightest bit interested in him… It was so depressing.

Meanwhile Cymbal had remained quiet, trying to think of a way the dragonballs could save Frikiza.
"I know!" He exclaimed, his face suddenly lighting up. "King Piccolo – maybe your dragonballs can't affect Frikiza's universe – but what if her family came to us?" He grinned. "When you're the most powerful being in the universe, you call kill them can't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Piano exclaimed excitedly. "King Piccolo, it's perfect! If we get Frikiza to lure her family into this universe, would you take care of them for her?"
"Hm…" King Piccolo grunted. Was that even possible? Didn't they have to be a counsellor to come over here? Then again, Zarba and Doria visited… Fine. If they could find a way to bring Frikiza's family into this universe. "Sure." King Piccolo shrugged. After all, it would give him the opportunity to warm up before he went after Goku, and King Kold and Coola were the perfect targets for King Piccolo to test his new powers on. Actually, this might even be fun. King Piccolo was looking forward to it!
"Yahoo!" The mutants all cheered, leaping into the air. "Thank you, King Piccolo!" They fell at his feet and worshipped him desperately. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
"Don't mention it…" King Piccolo mumbled, staring them in disbelief. Unbelievable… They'd actually been less excited when he'd told them he was going to revive them! What was so special about Frikiza anyway? "Go on then." King Piccolo ordered. "Go and tell her the plan."
"Yes Sire!" The mutants exclaimed, and bolted out of the cave faster than King Piccolo had ever seen them move. King Piccolo let out a sigh, and tapped his foot in annoyance. Idiots… It amazed him how his children could turn out so simple-minded. Dying had obviously stripped them of a few brain cells; King Piccolo could only hope that bringing them back to life would restore them. Otherwise… he would have to get rid of these idiots and make some more. Not that it would be difficult to do that, not with his new power! He could make an entire army of children, just like in the old days. Haha, yes. The good old days, when he was ruler of the world, with an endless army of evil minions to bring terror upon the human race. He would finally be able to have that again… Finally, he would have the power and the world he deserved! This was perfect… Perfect! King Piccolo leapt from his throne in celebration, and in his excitement he accidentally fired a ki ball through the roof of his cave.

XXXXX

Meanwhile Frikiza was in a light sleep in her capsule house, tired from her multiple sessions with King Piccolo. She was halfway through a dream when an almighty knocking came from the front door. Frikiza frowned and turned over in bed, trying to ignore it. Knock knock knock! It was like a thunderstorm. Dammit! If that was King Piccolo… "Piccolo!" Frikiza groaned, placing a pillow over her ears. "No! I'm tired!" The knocking continued, and Frikiza became more annoyed. "No! Go and fuck Zarba, I'm sleeping!" Still the knocking went on, until Frikiza had finally had enough. "Dammit!" She screamed, powering up. Frikiza leapt out of bed and stormed towards her front door, ready to punch that stupid ogre's teeth out. "For God's sake Piccolo, will you fuck – … oh." She blinked in confusion at the sight of King Piccolo's mutant sons on front of her. "… Hi." Frikiza uttered. "Boys – what are you doing here?"
"We're here to save you!" Drum exclaimed.
"Save me?" Frikiza repeated. "I don't understand?"
"My Dear, let me explain." Piano smiled. "Tomorrow when King Piccolo goes to Earth, he's going to gather the dragonballs –"
"But he's not going to wish for anything bad!" Tambourine cried.
"No no, heaven forbid." Piano nodded. "I think you've really gotten through to him, Frikiza. He's uh… he's going to use his wishes to uh…"
"Open an orphanage!" Cymbal grinned.
"Yes." Piano nodded. "Yes, for little lost children."
"Like Junior?" Frikiza smiled.
"Yes." Piano nodded. "Yes… just like him."
"Oh!" Drum gasped, and stared at Piano. "Is that why he's going to open the orphanage? Because of Junior?"
"Well… yes, possibly." Piano replied, and glared at Drum. "You idiot! He's not really opening an orphanage, I'm just telling Frikiza that so she doesn't get mad at him for taking over the world!" He silently scolded. "Yeah, I know!" Drum replied. "I'm playing along!" "Oh." Piano uttered. "Sorry."

Frikiza watched the mutants with a small smirk on her face. Really, did they think she was born yesterday? King Piccolo wasn't going to open an orphanage! Even she didn't believe he had that much good in him.
"Guys." Frikiza said. "Are you lying?"
"Aiii!" The mutants all cried out.
"Piano, she knows!" Tambourine gasped, and looked at Frikiza regretfully. "We're sorry, Frikiza – he isn't going to open an orphanage, but… we didn't want you to get mad over his real wishes."
"Tambourine!" Piano hissed, glaring at his brother. Tambourine yelped, and clasped his hands over his mouth. Crap…
"So… are his real wishes going to be bad?" Frikiza asked, folding her arms.
"Well, uh… that depends." Piano answered. "They won't be bad for him, or us." He laughed feebly, but his laughter was short-lived when he noticed the stern look on Frikiza's face. "… Sorry." Piano mumbled. "But – that's what we wanted to talk to you about. One of his wishes will be good for you as well, Frikiza."
"Good for me?" Frikiza blinked. "How?"
"May we come in?" Piano asked.
"… Sure." Frikiza stepped aside, and allowed the mutants into her home.

She made them all a melon soda, and stared in wonder as the mutants downed their sodas as if they hadn't had a drink in years.
"Uh… does Piccolo let you guys drink?" Frikiza questioned.
"Oh yes." Piano nodded. "He lets us drink from Blood Pond – or he gives us any water he finds in his cave, after it's gone stale."
"Why doesn't he give you fresh water?" Frikiza asked.
"Fresh water's rare, and he keeps it for himself." Cymbal said. "Um… can I have another?"
"Yeah." Frikiza sighed, and went to get the mutants a refill. Honestly, the way King Piccolo treated those boys was awful – and apparently he was nicer to them now than he had been since the day he'd created them! Frikiza couldn't bear to imagine how he'd treated the mutants before she came along.

Frikiza gave the mutants fresh beverages, and sat down. "So?" She began. "What is he going to wish for?"
"Oh… you know. The usuals." Tambourine answered awkwardly.
"World domination?" Frikiza sighed.
"… Something like that." Tambourine replied, looking away. Frikiza groaned. Really…? He was really going to try that? Hadn't he changed at all?
"And ultimate power." Piano said. "Frikiza – that's how we're going to save you!"
"I don't follow." Frikiza frowned.
"Listen – I know it may be risky, but could you possibly lure your family into this universe?" Piano asked. "To Earth?"
"Because once King Piccolo makes his wish, he'll be able to kill them for you!" Drum grinned. "And then you can stay!"
"What?" Frikiza gasped, her eyes widening. "He said he'd kill my family?"
"Well, it was our idea." Tambourine said. "But yeah – if you bring them to Earth, King Piccolo will take care of them, and then you'll be saved! Isn't it great?"
"Would he… really do that for me…?" Frikiza mumbled.
"Oh, well it'd be no trouble." Piano assured. "But yes." He smiled. "Yes, he would, Frikiza."

Frikiza went quiet all of a sudden. Was she hearing them right? King Piccolo had agreed to save her? Wow. She felt… touched? That was bad, wasn't it? Frikiza knew she shouldn't feel happy about this. She shouldn't encourage anyone to kill, even if it was her family! And she knew King Piccolo wouldn't be doing it for her, he would just welcome the opportunity to kill two strong opponents. Still… She felt – charmed. Frikiza could feel a blush forming on her face and she looked away, trying to calm herself. Oh, Piccolo…
"So?" Tambourine beamed, snapping Frikiza from her daydream. "Can you bring them to Earth?"
"… I'm sorry." Frikiza sighed. She looked at the mutants. "It's a great idea, but it's impossible."
"What!" The mutants cried.
"Listen – you guys don't know how strong my family are!" Frikiza protested. "They'll kill me before I even get chance to bring them to Earth!"
"Well then – take King Piccolo to your universe!" Piano insisted. "He won't let anything bad happen to you." His face softened slightly, and he looked at Frikiza sympathetically. "Frikiza… I know you don't want him to kill your family, but try to understand – as long as they're alive they'll try to kill you."
"Yeah – Frikiza, you don't have a choice." Cymbal nodded.
"Yeah – and you shouldn't feel bad anyway, because anyone that tries to kill their own sister or daughter deserves to die!" Drum growled.
"Uh…" Cymbal looked at him. "Drum, haven't you sworn to kill Junior before now?"
"I said sister, not brother!" Drum barked.
"Okay…" Cymbal mumbled, looking away.

Frikiza giggled softly at the mutants' bickering, and gazed at them. They were so sweet… They really wanted to save her, didn't they? It was heart-breaking.
"Guys…" Frikiza uttered. "Listen, I… I can't thank you enough for trying, but really… I don't think you can help."
"Huh?" The mutants gasped.
"Oh, nonsense!" Piano growled. "Frikiza, if King Piccolo uses the dragonballs to make himself more powerful, he will take care of your family!" He looked at her, and his face softened. "… You're worried about what else he'll do, aren't you?" Piano said, smiling sympathetically at her.
"Kind of…" Frikiza mumbled. "If he really did use the dragonballs to become that powerful, it would be a disaster." She looked at them. "Listen, Boys… I have something to tell you, and it's up to you whether or not you tell King Piccolo. I… kind of hope you don't."
"Hm?" The mutants all looked at her questionably.
"What is it…?" Piano asked. Frikiza lowered her eyes, and sighed.

XXXXX

Meanwhile in Frikiza's cave, Dodoria was counting the names on Frieza and Cell's guest list.
"Uh… Lord Frieza, I don't think we're going to be able to cater for all these people…" He said.
"Oh Dodoria don't be ridiculous, it's just a few close friends." Frieza carelessly replied.
"Lord Frieza, absolutely no part of that sentence is true!" Dodoria argued. "There are over a thousand names here, and a lot of them are saiyans!"
"Saiyans?" Frieza repeated, and groaned. "How many did you invite, Dodoria? I said just a few elites, to piss off my father!"
"Yeah I know, but – when I invited one, they all wanted to go." Dodoria replied. "They're all into forgiveness and stuff."
"Oh, for God's sake." Frieza huffed, his face twisting in repulsion. "That girl and her stupid classes are turning this place into a laughing stock – nobody knows she's me, do they?"
"No, Lord Frieza." Dodoria answered robotically.
"Um…" Zarbon uttered, looking at Dodoria. "Is Bardock coming?"
"Oh – yeah. His wife's making him, he's really pissed about it." Dodoria answered. "If you ask me, I think he's planning on making a scene."
"That's precisely what he'll be doing." Zarbon thought to himself with a cruel smirk.
"Oh whatever, let him." Frieza growled. "If I killed him once I can kill him again."
"Who the hell is Bardock?" Cell asked.
"Goku's father." Frieza, Zarbon and Dodoria all answered.
"Oh, what? We're inviting Goku's family?" Cell groaned. "Does that mean we're inviting Vegeta's parents too?"
"Well, I certainly hope so!" Frieza snapped. "I went to their flea-ridden wedding and I gave them a planet as a wedding gift, so they'd better show up with something good!"
"Yeah, but… Lord Frieza, in their defence when you went to their wedding you'd just formed an alliance with King Vegeta, and you were all on good terms." Dodoria said. "Now you're the guy that destroyed their planet and enslaved their son."
"… Hmph." Frieza pouted stubbornly, and folded his arms. "I still want a good gift."
"Oh, I remember their wedding…" Zarbon mumbled, thinking back. "Didn't Queen Turnipa get a hernia not long after?"
"No." Frieza said, sniggering. "That turned out to be Prince Vegeta."

Zarbon, Dodoria and Cell all burst out laughing.
"Oh my God! That's hilarious!" Cell exclaimed.
"No wonder he always had such a bad attitude to him." Zarbon sniped. "Poor thing."
"Yeah…" Dodoria sniggered. "Oh – speaking of family… Lord Frieza, do you mind if I have a spy-screen?"
"Fine, but what's that got to do with family?" Frieza frowned.
"Well… I want to view mine." Dodoria smiled. "My kid sister's got a new boyfriend, and she's supposed to be bringing him home for dinner tonight."
"Hm?" Frieza looked at him. "How do you know that?"
"Well… I watch them, Lord Frieza." Dodoria answered. "That's what I use the spy-screens for – you guys never wondered?"
"Well you always take them into your room, so we just thought you were watching dirty movies." Cell shrugged.
"Well, yeah, uh… sometimes I do that." Dodoria mumbled, his face darkening in embarrassment. "But most of the time I watch my family. When it was a secret I used to watch them in my room, but…" He looked at Frieza. "Now you know, right? So can I have one?"
"Yes, alright." Frieza agreed. "But I want to see them."
"What!" Dodoria cried. "No way! What if you change your mind about letting them live? I'm not going to show you what they look like!"
"Believe me, Dodoria. If I ever change my mind, I won't just kill your family, I'll kill every member of your race that's unfortunate enough to come into my sight, so it really won't matter whether or not I know what your family looks like." Frieza growled.
"… Fine." Dodoria mumbled reluctantly. "But… don't say anything nasty."
"Oh, we wouldn't dream of it." Cell smirked. Dodoria shot him an angry glare, and went to get himself a spy-screen.

When he returned he took a seat on the floor on front of Frieza and Cell who were occupying the sofa, and started to tune into his family. Cell glanced over at Zarbon, and smirked at the sight of the man in the corner of the room, sulking.
"Come on. Aren't you going to join us?" He asked.
"No, thank you." Zarbon sneered. "There are too many people over there for my liking."
"If you want, Frieza can leave?" Cell offered tauntingly.
"What!" Frieza barked.
"It's not Lord Frieza that's the problem." Zarbon hissed.
"Fine." Cell shrugged. "I was just thinking… there isn't enough beauty over here."
"… Shut up." Zarbon growled, turning away. "You don't mean that."
"Of course I do, Beautiful." Cell replied. "I'm not blind – you are beautiful."
"… Well…" Zarbon uttered, softening slightly as his vanity got the better of him. "… Yes, I am, aren't I?" He smirked. "Fine. I will grace you with my presence." He made his way over to the sofa and squeezed in beside Cell, flicking his hair boastfully as he sat down.
"There's a good girl." Cell smirked, and put his arm around Zarbon. He looked down at Zarbon, and grinned wickedly. "You're still not as beautiful as me, though."
"Oh, you little bastard –"
"Shut up, Zarbon!" Frieza barked. Zarbon stared at Frieza with wide eyes.
"He started it!" He cried.
"Good. Shut up." Frieza growled, causing Zarbon to turn away in anger.
"I hate you!" He screamed.
"Quiet Princess, the movie's starting." Cell teased, watching the spy-screen. Zarbon shot Cell a nasty glare, then reluctantly moved his eyes to the spy-screen. Anything had to be better than looking at Cell. … Ugh. Then again…
"Dodoria, how can you watch these people?" Zarbon gagged.
"You want a broken nose?" Dodoria snarled.
"Why, are they offering theirs?" Zarbon sniped.
"Shut up." Dodoria spat.

Zarbon smirked in satisfaction, and continued watching Dodoria's family.
"Hm…" He uttered, studying the figure that was on screen. "Wow. Dodoria… you look exactly like your father."
"My father?" Dodoria blinked.
"Hm. Actually yes, you do." Frieza nodded. "You could be twins."
"… That isn't my dad." Dodoria said flatly. "That's my mom."

He became enraged when Frieza, Zarbon and Cell all burst out laughing.
"Oh my God! Dodoria, you aren't serious!" Cell exclaimed.
"That's your mother? Was your father blind?" Zarbon laughed.
"Hey, shut the hell up!" Dodoria yelled, leaping to his feet. "I'm being serious! Stop laughing at my mom! She's a beautiful woman!"
"Of – of course." Frieza sniggered. He took a moment to calm himself, then smirked at Dodoria. "Dodoria, just because you look alike it doesn't mean she isn't beautiful." He reasoned, attempting to calm the man. "After all, perhaps you're the one who looks like a woman. It doesn't mean your mother is ugly."
"No, that's right." Cell nodded.
"Mm-hm." Zarbon agreed. Dodoria calmed a little, and snorted.
"Tch. Yeah, well. Anyway, let's forget –"
"But in this case, that's exactly what it means!" Cell exclaimed, and he, Frieza and Zarbon erupted into laughter again.
"Bastards…" Dodoria muttered angrily, struggling to resist the urge to make a very serious enemy of the unbelievably powerful Cell and Lord Frieza.

XXXXX

Back in King Piccolo's cave, the demon king tapped his claws against his throne impatiently, and watched as his mutant children returned far later than he'd expected.
"What took you so long?" King Piccolo demanded. He frowned slightly when he noticed the looks of despair on his minions' faces, and snorted. "What's wrong? She won't let me kill them? Tch." He huffed. "Typical. How else does she plan to survive?"
"King Piccolo… that's not it, Sire." Piano replied glumly. "We managed to convince her to let you kill them, but… it's impossible."
"Ha!" King Piccolo laughed. "Piano, don't be a fool! I'll be the most powerful being in the universe! Her family will be nothing more than mere flies compared to me!"
"Yeah… we know." Tambourine said. He looked up at his master, and his eyes started to glisten. "But… Frikiza can't bring them into this universe."
"And you can't go over there!" Cymbal cried. "So – it doesn't matter how powerful you are, you still can't save her!"
"What? What are you talking about?" King Piccolo growled. "Zarba and Doria came over here just fine."
"They're a special exception, Sire." Piano said. "Frikiza said that King Yemma won't allow her family to come into this universe because of how evil they are, and the King – I mean, Queen Yemma in her universe won't allow you to go over there."
"Yeah." Drum sniffed. "Because they… they've already got an evil demon queen causing enough problems, and they don't want you to deal with as well!"
"Hm." King Piccolo smirked arrogantly. "Well, I can see where they're coming from."
"King Piccolo!" Piano cried. "This isn't a joke! Frikiza really is going to die! Please – don't you care at all?"
"No!" King Piccolo barked. "You know that! And besides, what are you getting so worked up over? She isn't going home until next week."
"Yes, but we're returning to life tomorrow." Piano replied. "And she… she has classes to run – she can't come with us Sire, not without quitting her job." He lowered his eyes. "And if she quits, then… she'll have to go home right away…"
"King Piccolo…" Tambourine sobbed, staring sadly at his master. "Today is the last day we'll ever see Frikiza."

King Piccolo paused for a moment. Oh… He hadn't thought of that. This really was his last day with Frikiza, wasn't it? What a terrible shame… … No! No, it wasn't a shame! Not at all! Why would it be? He didn't even like her, and he certainly did not care about her!
"So what!" King Piccolo snapped at his minions. "Tomorrow we'll all have new lives – literally! Goku will be dead, Junior will be working for us, and I will be the king of Earth and we'll all live happily ever after – without Frikiza!" He rose to his feet and glared at the mutants, enraged that they could put him in such a foul mood. How dare they. How dare they! This was the happiest day of his afterlife! This was the greatest thing that had happened to King Piccolo since the day he'd died, and these pathetic imbeciles were ruining it! He had half a mind not to wish them back at all! "I'm going to take a nap." King Piccolo seethed. "And when I awake, I expect you worthless insects to be happy for me!" He stormed out of the room, so enraged that his aura cracked the walls as he passed.

After King Piccolo was out of earshot, Cymbal looked at his brothers.
"Guys… I know we promised Frikiza we'd do this for her, but… I feel bad about lying to King Piccolo." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"But… but it's her dying wish." Drum whimpered. "We have to."
"Yes… Yes, we do." Piano nodded. He looked at Cymbal. "I know it's hard. I don't like lying to him either, but… Frikiza really wants to see his wishes, and he wouldn't go to Earth if he knew the truth."
"He isn't going to wish for good stuff." Tambourine said. "He's just going to wish to be alive again, and be the most powerful being in the universe – and he won't use those powers for good!"
"Yes, I know…" Piano mumbled. "And I think deep down Frikiza knows that too, but… You heard what she said. She just has to see it for herself." He looked at his brothers. "And after everything she's done for us, the least we could do is let her have this."
"Yeah…" Cymbal sighed. "I guess so." He looked at Piano. "But… King Piccolo can't ever find out we lied to him. If he does, he'll kill us."
"You think I don't know that?" Piano growled. "Listen." He glared at his brothers sternly. "Nobody is to tell King Piccolo, under any circumstances. Understood?"
"Uh-huh." The mutants all nodded in unison.

XXXXX

King Piccolo turned over in bed for the fiftieth time. Dammit… He couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Frikiza? Why? Who the hell cared if she died? There were plenty more fish in the sea, and King Piccolo was certain a lot of them were better looking than her! Maybe his next sex slave could have bigger breasts; that was a definite possibility. Maybe she could be as voluptuous as Zarba… Maybe she could be Zarba. Were Frikiza's family planning on killing Zarba and Doria as well? Then again, they did seem like they would die fighting for Frikiza… Tch. Women. Pathetic.

Still… if King Piccolo could get a girl that looked like Zarba, that would be wonderful. She would have bigger breasts than Frikiza, and wider hips – although Frikiza's hips were rather wide compared to her waist. If King Piccolo's next girl had wider hips she would probably have a wider waist… That would be okay, wouldn't it? … Hm. He did rather like Frikiza's frame… But his next girl could have softer skin! … It wouldn't be that much softer, though. It couldn't be; Frikiza's skin was incredibly soft. … Different coloured eyes? Red eyes were unusual. They were the colour of human blood though… King Piccolo could never get over that. It was his favourite colour. They were sexy. Okay, so he wouldn't find a girl with a better body, or better skin, or better eyes… Lips? Black lips were odd, after all… but there was something about them. Maybe they reminded King Piccolo of darkness. They certainly felt good, and they tasted good… Okay. So no other woman could beat Frikiza's body, skin, eyes or lips… but they could have hair at least! Ha! Take that, Frikiza! That was something she would never have! King Piccolo's next sex slave would have long, beautiful hair! Beautiful hair, and big breasts, and wide hips, and a small waist, and soft skin, and red eyes – and her hair would be wavy, and it would bounce of her breasts when she wore it loose. She would be… blonde! No – a redhead, to go with her eyes. No… Black! Her hair would be black, blacker than Frikiza's lips. She would be stunning. Absolutely stunning. She would be a woman fit for the King of Earth, the Demon King Piccolo! She would be sexy, and obedient, and far better company than that brattish lizard Fri –
"Piccolo?" Frikiza… Tch. Perfect timing, as always. Dammit.
"Shut up, Frikiza." King Piccolo grunted from the depths of his pillow. "Tomorrow I will have a woman much sexier than you."
"Is that so?" Frikiza's voice came from behind him.
"Yes." King Piccolo growled.
"Well… good. I'm glad." Frikiza replied. "Because to be honest, whenever I'm around you, I get this fear…"
"What?" King Piccolo frowned. What the hell was she talking about? He sat up and turned to look at her. "Frikiza –" King Piccolo stopped mid-sentence as his throat went dry, and his eyes widened. Holy hell…

Frikiza was leaning against the doorway in her final form, with one hand on the wall and another on her hip. She was wearing a lacy black corset, and a red hooded cloak… Oh, she wasn't…
"I get this fear…" Frikiza uttered quietly, her lips slightly parted to make herself look vulnerable and innocent. "… that there's a big bad wolf around." Ohhhh fuck she was. She was doing this. She was – she was being Little Red Riding Hood!
"F…" King Piccolo choked. "Frikiza…"
"Piccolo…" Frikiza whimpered, making her way over to him. She climbed onto his bed and crawled over to him, stopping on all fours to stare up at the demon king with wide, helpless eyes. "You'll protect me, won't you?" She pleaded. "You'll keep the big bad wolf away from me?"
"Um…" King Piccolo swallowed. Fuck, that was sexy. That was… too sexy.

King Piccolo licked his dry lips as he eyed up Frikiza, his lust growing greater by the second. He placed a firm hand on her butt and looked at her. "I think he might already be here." He said, and uttered a low, beastly growl. Frieza giggled softly, and bit her lip.
"Oh, King Piccolo…" She moaned, rocking her hips against his hand. "What big claws you have…"
"Mmm…." King Piccolo groaned, closing his eyes. This was a dream, wasn't it? Of course it was. Fine. Fuck Earth, he never wanted to wake up from this! King Piccolo tightened his grip on Frikiza and opened his eyes. "All the better to hurt you with, my dear!" And leapt on her.

They had the best sex they'd ever had. Something about that outfit drove King Piccolo crazy! She just pulled it off so well, like she really was lost and vulnerable… ohhh she was so sexy. King Piccolo lay on top of Frikiza after their vigorous lovemaking, panting heavily as if he really were a wolf. He buried his face in Frikiza's neck and let out a satisfied moan as Frikiza started to lightly stroke his back.
"What did you think of my costume?" Frikiza giggled.
"Amazing." King Piccolo's muffled voice came from her neck, sending a vibration against her skin as he spoke. "What…" He panted. "What gave you the idea?"
"I don't know…" Frikiza shrugged. "I guess I just know you."
"Mm." King Piccolo grunted. She did, didn't she? She knew almost everything about him. She knew why he was born, she knew how he was born, she knew where he came from, she knew what his life had been like, she knew his children… She knew how to please him. She knew how to entertain him, she knew his favourite food and drink, she knew how to lighten his mood – and she certainly knew how to anger him. … She knew everything, didn't she? She knew him inside out. … How had he let her get so close to him? She couldn't be that close – it was too much. It was unacceptable! … Still. At least she would be dead soon. After tomorrow he would never have to see her again, and good riddance.

King Piccolo raised his head to look at Frikiza, and he suddenly felt strange. Sort of… uncomfortable, like his chest was sinking. What the hell? He felt… was it… sad? He was sad. But why? Because Frikiza was going to die? Well… that didn't matter, did it? Why would it?
"What's wrong?" Frikiza asked, noticing the look on King Piccolo's face. "Are you okay?"
"… No." King Piccolo answered, almost reluctantly. He couldn't believe he was admitting this. "I… I don't want you to die."
"Why not?" Frikiza questioned. It was a good question. Why not? Why did it matter to him? She was nothing. Not to him, and not to the universe. … But he liked her. He did, didn't he? She just… made things better. He wasn't sure why, but King Piccolo liked having Frikiza in his life. And not just for sex. … Well, mostly for sex. Sex, and… something else. What the hell? He could get sex off any other girl, and yet he didn't want Frikiza to die. Why…? … Oh. King Piccolo swallowed. Oh, fuck. No…
"I…" King Piccolo choked. "I think I… I lov –"
"No!"

King Piccolo awoke screaming, his eyes wide from the terrible nightmare that had been his - - 'moment' with Frikiza! No! No, it was bullshit! Why the hell would he dream about something as filthy and pathetic as that! It wasn't true, not in a million years! It was impossible, for one thing! He was the Demon King Piccolo, he didn't - - he didn't do things like that! He wasn't capable of having those feelings!
"King Piccolo!" Oh, great… King Piccolo looked up angrily to see his four mutant children standing there with worried looks on their faces.
"Are you alright, Sire?" Piano asked.
"Fine!" King Piccolo barked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well… you were screaming." Piano said.
"Shut up, no I wasn't!" King Piccolo snarled. "You must be hearing things, Piano!"
"Yes, King Piccolo…" Piano mumbled. "I must be."
"Tch." King Piccolo snorted in disgust. Fools. Why didn't they mind their own business? If King Piccolo wanted them, he would call for them. "Get out of here." King Piccolo ordered. "Now."
"Yes, Sire!" The mutants cried, and bolted out of the room.

King Piccolo grunted angrily, and lay back down. Morons. They were the reason he'd had that stupid dream. Blubbering over her and praising her as if she were some sort of goddess… They were the ones that cared about Frikiza, not him! They were the ones that didn't want her to die; they were the ones that felt… 'that way' about her! And it was pathetic! Frikiza was nothing more than a sex slave – and an irritating one at that. She knew too much about King Piccolo, and she was too nice. She was so nice that it was sickening. Her only redeeming feature was her body, which King Piccolo used.
"Um… King Piccolo?" Piano's voice came from the doorway.
"Yes?" King Piccolo seethed, sitting up to look at his son. Why had Piano come back? Did he have a death wish? "This had better be worth it."
"Um… Frikiza's here." Piano said. "You have your evening class, remember?"
"I'm returning to life tomorrow, what is the point of going to an evening class!" King Piccolo snapped.
"I told her you'd say that." Piano replied. "But she said she would cancel your Earth visit and break your legs if you didn't attend the class."
"… Tch." King Piccolo spat. Whatever. He wanted to go to the class anyway, just to gloat to all those losers that he was getting out of here tomorrow. Actually, he would love to go to the class – going to the class was his idea. "Tell her I'll be out in five minutes." King Piccolo ordered, and Piano left the room, trying his best to hide an amused smirk from King Piccolo.

XXXXX

Snigger. Giggle. Elsewhere, in Frieza's cave, Dodoria was sitting in silent anger, gritting his teeth at the sounds of supressed laughter coming from various parts of the room. Cell, Frieza, Zarbon… They were all laughing at his family!
"Stop it!" Dodoria snapped. "How are you still laughing! It was an hour ago!"
"Sorry, Dodoria. It's just one of those shows you can laugh at every time." Cell grinned.
"It wasn't a show, it was my family!" Dodoria yelled.
"I can't believe how much you look like your mother." Zarbon sniggered, and he, Cell and Frieza all burst out laughing.

Dodoria clenched his fists as he watched them. Unbelievable. Zarbon had barely spoken a word to Frieza and Cell since their engagement, and now here he was, laughing with them like they were best friends – over Dodoria's family! It was sickening!
"I don't look like her!" Dodoria argued. "I look like my dad!"
"And he looks like an ulcer." Cell replied, and he, Frieza and Zarbon started laughing again.
"You take that back!" Dodoria yelled, taking a fighting stance. "I mean it! I'm not kidding around, Cell!"
"Oh Dodoria, calm down." Frieza smirked. "You should be glad – your little freak show has finally given Zarbon and Cell something they can agree on."
"What, the fact that they both think my family is hideous?" Dodoria snarled. "Why should I be glad about that?"
"Well, not all of your family." Zarbon said. "Your sister's boyfriend is alright."
"What? No way!" Dodoria frowned. "The guy's a weed – she doesn't need someone like that. He weighs less than her."
"Yes, but be fair now." Zarbon smirked. "So did Planet Vegeta." And they all started laughing again.
"I hate you guys." Dodoria growled.

XXXXX

"Stop laughing, Piccolo!" Frikiza yelled as she stormed into her house. It was after their rehabilitation class, and King Piccolo was still sniggering to himself about making almost everyone in the group cry with his boasting about the fact that he would be revived tomorrow and they were all still doomed to spend the rest of eternity rotting away in hell.
"Sorry." King Piccolo smirked, following her into the house.
"No you're not!" Frikiza snapped, and glared at him. "You're proud of it, aren't you? The whole time you were just gloating and gloating and gloating – you know, I've half a mind to not let you go to Earth at all!"
"Oh, don't be so pathetic." King Piccolo said. "They're in hell for a reason, they deserve to be tormented."
"Well you're in hell for a reason, do you think you deserve to be tormented?" Frikiza argued.
"I am being tormented – right now." King Piccolo growled.

Frikiza smirked a little, and looked away.
"Anyway. Are you staying?" She demanded, and moved her eyes back to him, softening a little. "It's… our last night together."
"Mm. So it is." King Piccolo nodded. She had a point there. This was his last night with Frikiza's body. It would be a shame to waste it, wouldn't it? … Hm… maybe he could make his dream come true… The first part, at least. Only the first part. "Frikiza," King Piccolo began, approaching her. "Do you have a corset?"
"A corset?" Frikiza repeated, blushing slightly. "I have a red one?"
"That'll do." King Piccolo beamed, his face lighting up with excitement. Oh yeah, that was perfect! "Go and put it on."
"Fine." Frikiza said sternly. "But I'm still annoyed about your behaviour in the meeting."
"I was excited!" King Piccolo protested. Not unlike now…
"I know." Frikiza sighed. "But… can't you just take other people's feelings into consideration? Just once?"
"No." King Piccolo growled. "Now – can you go and get dressed?"
"Fine!" Frikiza huffed, and stormed off into the bedroom. "But I'm not using my final form!"
"What!" King Piccolo cried. Oh… why did she always have to ruin everything? Bitch.

King Piccolo went over to Frikiza's fridge and helped himself to a drink while he waited. Tch. Not using her final form. It was their last night together, and she knew that was his favourite! What a heartless witch. … She was great. That was an example of how great she was. What a heartless, beautiful – no! King Piccolo stopped himself. There was nothing good about Frikiza except her body! Nothing! He was not interested in her in any other way!
"Piccolo!" Frikiza called from the bedroom. "I'm ready."
"Mm." King Piccolo grunted as he downed a melon soda. He belched loudly, then headed for Frikiza's room.

King Piccolo stopped in the doorway, and stared at the figure that greeted him. Wow. King Piccolo's tongue almost fell out of his mouth. She really looked good in red. The corset was red, and black. It was red – scarlet red in the middle, with black laces and black bra cups, and a black outline along the edge of the corset, around her thighs and butt… Mmm!
"Is it okay?" Frikiza asked, blushing as she felt King Piccolo's gaze on her.
"Yeah…" King Piccolo mumbled. "Uh…" He looked away, slightly embarrassed. He almost couldn't believe he was even asking… He was a pervert, wasn't he? Just a dirty old man. … Whatever. Who cares? He wouldn't see her after tomorrow anyway, so if there was ever a time to make Frikiza do whatever he wanted, it was this. "Do you… do you have a cloak?" King Piccolo asked.
"A cloak?" Frikiza frowned. "Well… there's that robe I wear."
"No." King Piccolo replied, shaking his head. "A red one."
"Um… no?"

King Piccolo looked at Frikiza, and smirked.
"Don't worry." He said. "I'll make one." He approached Frikiza and held out his hand, then all of a sudden Frikiza found herself dressed in a red hooded cloak.
"What!" Frikiza gasped, examining her new clothing. "Piccolo – what the hell!" She stared at herself in the wall mirror and gasped in shock, her eyes widening. "I look like Little Red Riding Hood!"
"Yep." King Piccolo nodded. "You do."

Frikiza paused, and looked at him, and a sudden realisation swept across her face.
"Oh my God…" She choked. "Is this like… a fetish of yours?"
"Well… I wouldn't say that…" King Piccolo mumbled, his cheeks darkening. A fetish? That made him sound like a real pervert! This was just – fun. And she had no right to question it! King Piccolo glared at Frikiza. "Call it what you want!" He barked. "Do you want to have sex or not? Because this is your last chance!"
"Okay." Frikiza said, giggling. "Don't get so worked up, Wolfie."
"Wolfie?" King Piccolo repeated, almost insulted. He didn't want her to call him that!
"Yeah." Frikiza smirked, approaching him. "You're the big bad wolf, right…? And I'm the little girl that's going to get gobbled up?"
"Um…" King Piccolo felt his cheeks darken as Frikiza placed her hands on his chest and stared up at him with big, innocent eyes and parted lips. Oh, hell… She really knew how to look in that outfit…
"Oh, Mr. Wolf…" Frikiza purred, trailing her hands down King Piccolo's chest as she raised her lips up to his. Their mouths met, and she kissed him softly, then playfully flicked her tongue against King Piccolo's fangs. "What big teeth you have…"
"Mm." King Piccolo smirked, placing his arms around Frikiza's slender waist. Oh, yeah… This was more like it. "All the better to bite you with, my dear…" He purred, and sank his large canines into her neck. Frikiza let out a breathless gasp as he bit her. She hissed a little, then let out a short, helpless whimper. Oh, she sounded so helpless…

King Piccolo kissed Frikiza's neck and closed his eyes, hungrily savouring the taste of her innocent flesh as his lustful hands crept down her body. He grabbed her ass firmly, digging his claws into her flesh and drawing out another sharp, helpless whimper.
"Ouch…" Frikiza cried in a small voice that made King Piccolo's pants immediately tighten. Oh, how was she doing this…? How…? "Oh, Mr. Wolf…" Frikiza breathed. "What big claws you have…"
"All the better to pin you down with, my dear…" King Piccolo growled, pushing her towards the bed. He threw her down onto the duvet and climbed on top of her, pinning her underneath him.
"Mm." Frikiza whimpered again, looking truly helpless as she writhed underneath him. Oh hell, she looked so helpless… How did she manage to pull this off? King Piccolo almost climaxed just looking at her, and those parted moist lips and those big, innocent eyes. Hell, if she spoke another word in that timid voice…

Frikiza gazed at King Piccolo, smirking as she felt something against her. She bit her lip and let out a soft moan, squirming underneath him as if she were trying to escape. "Oh, Mr. Wolf…" She uttered softly – in that timid voice. "What a big –"
"All the better to fuck you with!" King Piccolo cried, and ripped off her corset before Frikiza could even so much as blink.

XXXXX

King Piccolo lay with his eyes closed, relishing in the aftermath of the best sex he'd ever had. Frikiza really suited that outfit, and she was the most amazing actress he'd ever known. Well… maybe it wasn't really an act. Frikiza was rather naïve at times, wasn't she? So maybe there was a part of her that really was innocent and helpless… Mmm! Delicious! He could prey on her again and again. King Piccolo opened his eyes to look down at his lover as she lay against him, and Frikiza stared back with a teasing smile.
"Fun?" She giggled.
"Yeah." King Piccolo answered. He looked at her naked body, then glanced at her once beautiful corset that was now in pieces on the floor. "… Sorry about your corset." King Piccolo mumbled, his cheeks darkening slightly. As it turned out, he was pretty good at playing his part as well…
"It's fine." Frikiza sighed. "I guess I won't be needing it after next week anyway."

There it was. All of a sudden it was that feeling again – the one he'd dreamt about. As soon as Frikiza spoke the words King Piccolo was struck by an agonising, draining sadness. He felt like his chest was going to crumble apart, like his heart was literally going to break. Why was this happening? What did it mean? … No. No, this couldn't be. It couldn't! Please…
"Frikiza." King Piccolo uttered hoarsely.
"Mm?" Frikiza replied, looking at him. "What?"
"… I don't want you to die." He spoke it silently. Of course. There was no other way. The last thing in the world King Piccolo would do was say that out loud. He'd never forgive himself. He'd become a laughing stock. It wasn't right – he was the Demon King Piccolo; he was the embodiment of evil itself! He couldn't say that sort of thing to anyone, and especially not to Frikiza! This was nothing. It was just a stupid phase, a natural sickness that even the strongest being in the universe would catch from time to time. It would pass. Of course it would. Whatever this thing, this 'sadness' was, once Frikiza was gone it would soon go away on its own. All he had to do was wait. … Anyway, King Piccolo couldn't spend his time dwelling on something as insignificant as this. He had more important things to think about. Like conquering Earth! "Nothing." King Piccolo said bluntly, dismissing the whole thing. "I'm going to sleep."
"Okay…" Frikiza mumbled, somewhat confused. What had gotten into him all of a sudden? He seemed so… serious. … Hm. Maybe he was having second thoughts about tomorrow, about what he would wish for. Frikiza could only hope. If King Piccolo wished for something good tomorrow, then at least she wouldn't have wasted the last few months of her life. If she had drawn out that little slither of good in him… She couldn't even imagine how happy it would make her to see that for herself. Please…

King Piccolo grunted as he stood beside the bed and tugged on the duvet that Frikiza was still laying on, urging her to move. She nodded and moved off the bed, allowing him to pull back the covers. Then they climbed into bed together and lay down to sleep, neither one of them speaking a word.

Author's Note:-
I had to do the Little Red Riding Hood :p It just seemed like something they'd be into! Truth be told, when I was in the early planning stages of this fic I planned to do a lemon scene with them dressed up as Little Red and the Wolf, but that was when I thought I'd get them together in time for Halloween, because they were supposed to be at a Halloween fancy dress party in hell when the lemon took place, but then Halloween came and went before King Piccolo and Frikiza got together, and it didn't really seem appropriate to write that lemon anymore. Oh well. Anyway, there's a few things going on in this chapter so I hope everybody got something out of it! Please R&R :)