To Young To Know and To Much Pain To Share

Title: To Young To Know And To Much Pain To Share

Summary: A powerful force has come to earth. Can Goku and Vegeta over come this new menace with the help of a new friend, or will the saviors of universe fall into the hands of evil?

Rating/Warning: NC-17 Blood, Guts, Language, and Smut.

Legal Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Z gang I do however own the “new friend” and the “powerful force” You may use if you ask...if you even care to.

Random Quote: The worst way to miss someone is to have them sitting right next to you and knowing that you can never have them. (anonymous)

He flew above the brightly lit city, the massive Ki he had felt vanish far to quickly. Whoever it was, had to have been in trouble. His eyes scanned the area below hoping he would get to the powerful anomaly in time.

The sounds of loud music filtered into his overly powerful earsoughough the night sky. He shook his head to clear the sounds, but he couldn’t he was drawn to it. Above the offensive sounds the ragged, gargled breath of a beaten fighter clouded his senses, blood. The smell of saliva and dirt filled blood gagged him. He touched down behind the club.

Inside a beautiful blond was dancing wildly, laughter and the smell of sex surrounded her. She seemed to be smirking right at him, but kept dancing. He walk toward the large windows, her eyes were so cold, her movements were too precise. He shivered, there was something about her that just rubbed him the wrong way.

He jumped slightly when his foot came into contact with a soft mass. A small groan escaped the heap. He leaned down and saw it was a woman, her face and hair was coated with drying blood, dirt, and alley grunge. She was trembling, heaving for breath, blood oozed from her small mouth. Singe marks covered what was left of her torn and dirty cloths.

He scooped her up into his arms and let out a small scream as a thick, furry, brown appendage wrapped around his muscular wrist. His eyes were wide with shock and he blink several times before he gained his composure. As he was about to kick off the ground and head home with his find, he looked back to find the woman from the club. The music still blared, but no one danced, the club was empty.

“Time to see my dad.” He looked down at the frail looking woman and wondered if it was her he felt. The power that would blow his father and “uncle” away. If it was her they were all in trouble, because whatever did this to her had to be unstoppable.

His mind traveled a million miles a minute as the city became a blur below him. The woman in his arms was barely breathing, her blood now covered his firm body. His dark eyes glistened in the moon light as his wild hair danced in the wind. It would be nearly morning when he reached his fathers home. He looked back down at the tiny, shivering, woman.

“I hope you can make it. For the sake of our race I hope you can make it.”

**Please tell me what you think...I know it’s short. Please forgive me. This story came to me in a dream so I hope that it is as good a I remember it.... there will be NC-17 later not right away. Much Love...

Noel**