Author Notes: *Smiles* I'm dedicating this whole story to Larania's "The Torment," an awesome fic with the same basic idea, however totally different circumstances and effects. I know I won't even come close to the great work she did.

Yami no Kaiba: Oi, it's so hard to keep Piccolo's he's and she's in order... If you're wondering why I'm switching between them, it's cause Piccolo still thinks of himself as a 'he' and not a 'she'.

Dende looked into the black eyes that stared back at him. He couldn't believe what had just happened. This emerald haired beauty in front of him couldn't be Piccolo! If any one had said that without Dende having seen it for himself, he would have laughed and asked what the pair wanted.

"Who did this again?" Piccolo asked, snapping Dende out of his thoughts.

"Trunks and Go..." Dende trailed off, not having to finish the sentence, since his audience had already jumped into the air and the only thing left of her was a trail of white light.

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Piccolo was seething with rage. How dare they do this to him! He was Piccolo Daimao, the Demon King! Seven and eight year old children did NOT do this to him! They cowered at his presence, screamed in fright for their lives, NOT make him into a laughing stock! (Notice how she completely disregards Gohan during this...^_^)

Piccolo's eyes narrowed as she recognized the two white dots steadily coming into view before her, homing in towards Trunks' house. Increasing her speed to the max, she powered up a medium powered ki blast in her left hand and thrust out, aiming towards the one with black hair.

Piccolo smirked cruelly as her blast hit and sent the little boy hurtling to the ground unconscious.

"GOTEN!" Trunks dived to grab his best friend, barely catching hold and arching out of the dive in time to only have the tips of his best friends shoes scrape against the top of a passing car.

Trunks only had time to drop the limp form of his friend onto a nearby bus bench before the fist of a very pissed off teenage girl connected with his jaw and sent him flying through the window of the Kmart across the street and into the metal pole of a clothes stand. Screaming in pain as his back hit the unyielding metal, Trunks burst forth with golden light, his hair lifting up to defy gravity turning blonde in the process, his ice blue eyes turning solid teal.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!" Came the feminine scream of anger that preluded the appearance of the emerald and indigo streak that came straight towards him from outside, breaking more glass as she came through a different window, shattering it with the pure force of her ki.

Trunks hastily blocked the punch that was heading straight for his stomach. A knee to the face was the next thing that registered through the young saiya-jins mind as he flew through the air in a small arc to land and skid away from the psycho bitch.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Trunks could feel the sudden increase in ki as the girl flew to the ceiling and held her hands above her head with one palm right behind the other. "MESENKO!"

Trunks threw his hands in front of him, catching the yellow ball of ki between his hands as he was pushed backwards through the girls swimsuit section. Finally the attack dissipated, leaving Trunks to wonder where the hell the lady was.

"LET GO OF ME! LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

Trunks looked up to see his dad in SSJ2 form, holding the pissed off teenager in a headlock. The girl was still struggling, trying to kick backwards to cause damage. She was snarling with clenched teeth, the fangs prominent and making her look like some sort of demon with the large pointy ears.

"Ha, ya, right," Vejita said, looking over the shoulder of his captive to look at his son. Smirking for a moment as he noticed that his son had reached SSJ mode, he let his pride show for a moment before it slipped into a scowl. "The onna (woman) want's you home for dinner now brat. Get to it, and don't forget to drag Kakarrot's spawn with you."

"K' Tousan (Father)! But what about her?" he asked as he stared at the still raving demon. He had a sneaking suspicion just who it was, but he wasn't about to let his father in on the joke.

Vejita snarled at his son. "Didn't I just tell you to get your ass out of here?! Now go before I decide to let go of this bitch and see what she wants to do to you!" He immediately readjusted his hold on the girl, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other so his hand clamped over her mouth to shut her up. Vejita let out a small hiss of pain as she bit his hand, taking it away from her mouth long enough for her to scream something about ripping out Trunks' throat before clamping it over her mouth again.

"Uh, yea, I think that's a good idea...hehehe," Trunks laughed weakly as he bolted out the door, not even bothering to power down as he made the quickest escape as possible.

Seeing the escape of her pray, Piccolo fell limp against the Prince's chest. [Damn, I didn't even kill Goten. What type of a Demon King am I? It's a good thing I didn't though or Gohan would have been furious...]

Surprised by the demon girls' sudden lack of resistance, Vejita let go of her. He watched as she slowly hovered back to the ground, her pretty face cast into a look of complete self loathing.

"Who are you anyway? And why the hell do you want those two brats dead so much?" Vejita asked as one of his own boot tips hit the scratched up linoleum floor.

"So not even the mighty Saiya-jin no Ouji recognizes me now, huh?" The girl asked, no, stated to Vejita with her back to him.

"Why, should I?" Vejita was really puzzled now, and a little intrigued as well.

"Ask that brat of yours what he wished for, Vejita," Piccolo turned around with narrowed eyes. "I'll come along too." Piccolo smirked. "It should be interesting to see your face when he says it. Maybe I'll get a laugh out of this yet."

--To be Continued.