Dominus De Cupiditas

Title: Dominus De Cupiditas

Chapter Title: How Am I Suppose To Know

Rating: NC-17 Blood, Guts, Gore, and Smut/ Rape

Summary: Everything should to be getting back to Normal for the Z Gang. Vegeta should be letting his demands finally rest. But the things that should be rarely are.

Main Character Focuses: Bulma, Vegeta, Asoreia, Trunks, and Goku

Random Quote: “Things will work out if you take them one day at a time.”

Things to Know: ~<*>~ means thart art or end of a flash back. Vegeta and Asoreia talk in Saiyan (which is un-conjugated Latin) but it will be translated...Goku thinks this story he’d like to give his home language a whirl. (Gods help us)

Last Time:

A loud thunder crack ripped though the sky rattling the windows, Trunks sat up in bed. “What was that?”

“Oh don’t worry, It was just Mr. McMichaels getting what he wanted.” She leaned down and blew a stream of glistening black smog into his throat. Her body shifted until it was identical to the color of Trunks’ eyes.

“I will get you, your queen.”

“I know you will Trunks,” the deep raspy voice of the Dominus De Cupiditas echoed ie eme empty room. “But right now, we must plan.” The full length mirror swirled until the glass was nothing more than reflective Jell-o. Trunks gave one last look around before he followed his Sifu in.

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Vegeta finished tying Mr. McMichaels to a near by tree when a bright luminous light filled the sky. “What was.....?”

“Oh Gods Vegeta, Where’s TRUNKS?”
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Asoreia looked at Vegeta, her eyes wide in terror. Her body shook. “Vegeta where is Trunks?” She asked again. He just looked at her, his powerful eyes dulled over.

“I can’t feel him. I CAN’T FEEL MY SON!” He grabbed her by the wrist and dashed into the house leaving Goku to watch over Mr. McMichaels.

Goku watched as Asoreia and Vegeta hastened into the metallic home. His eyes roamed the perfect green grass. A half an hour ago he was going to ask the other two Saiyans to come with him and get some snow clouds. Bulma would have loved that, snow on Christmas.

His eyes wondered to the army man tied up to the tree. His hollowed face smoked, his head hung limp. Thick strands of bloody flesh occasionally feel to the ground with a wet splat. The mans fingers twitched and Goku assumed that he would be regenerating soon.

“Goku! There you....that is just disgusting.”

Goku turned around and saw Chichi, her long black hair was pulled up in a bun. Her slim body was covered in a pink kimono with delicate yellow flowers sewn into to silk. Her small feet were covered in light brown sandals. She had on just a touch of make-up and Goku’s mouth started to water. He wasn’t sure if his body was reacting to Chichi or just the fact that a beautiful woman was standing before him.

“So you tie up the people you kill now? Isn’t that a bit Vegeta like?”

“He’s not dead.”

“Sure Goku. Anyway that’s not why I’m here.”

“It’s not?” He smiled and rub the back of his head.

“No I came to tell you that I made a mistake with Tein. I could never love him the way that I love you. Will you forgive me and if it is what you desire will you take me back?”

Goku smiled and hugged his ex-wife, he kissed her forehead. “Chichi I don’t know what to say. You hurt me very bad.”

“I’ll even let you teach our children to speak Saiyan, and let those other two come over to the house. No questions asked. Goku just tell me you desire me. Tell me you desire my body, mind, and soul.”

“Yes Chi I do. I love you.” The ground underneath them swirled open and a sparkling black and purple hole appeared. Chichi feminine laugh deepened until the husoiceoice of the Dominus De Cupiditas echoed off into the distance. Goku tried to fly, tried to get away but his large body was being pulled in. The jell-o like slime adhered to his cloths and flesh like small hands pulling him further and further down.

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Vegeta and Asoreia pushed open the heavy metallic doors to Capsule Corporation. They cracked and tore from the wall. The unfortunate souls that were standing too close were knocked over as they ran in. They scanned the area, desperately hoping to find Trunks.

“There you are, you whore!” A shrill voice carried over the screams and shouts of the scared and confused guests. Asoreia and Vegeta stopped dead in their tracts as Chichi walked over. “Do you know what your slut of a wife did, huh well DO YOU?”

Asoreia crinkled her nose in bewilderment and Vegeta glared at the banshee before him. His eyes darted between Chichi and Asoreia. “She was all over your son. She was practically fucking him on the dance floor. Then that whore shoved her tongue down his throat the second you stepped outside!”

“WHAT?” The two Saiyans asked in unison. Asoreia’s eyes were wide as saucers and Vegeta’s burned with hate.

“This is very important Chichi where did we go?”

“Why should I tell you? What are you going to do fuck him again?” Vegeta growled and grabbed the woman by the throat. Heted ted her off the ground and snarled.

“Tell me where they went.” He hissed tightening his grip. Chichi gagged and pounded at his arm with her small fists.

“Thgggg Thgggggg” Her face was turning red as she desperately tried to tell them what she saw.

“Vegeta put her down. Damn Saiyans and strangulation.”

He dropped her to the floor and looked at Asoreia. Chichi slowly stood and rubbed her backside. The color was slowly returning to her face. Her breathing leveled before she spoke. Her words came out scratchy and quite. “They stood there.” She pointed with a shaking finger to the door way into the dinning room. “Then they kissed and then they were gone.”

“Gone?”

“Just disappeared Vegeta.”

“Vegeta the light! His Bedroom!” Vegeta nodded and took off up the stairs closely followed by Asoreia. They could hear Bulma call after them but they kept going.

The sight that lay before them as they opened the bedroom door was one they would not soon forget. Blood was splattered over the walls, as it poured from the full length mirror. The room swirled with high winds and books, papers, clothing, and furniture scattered obstructing movement any further than the doorway. A high pitched whistle mixed with a low rumble and the sound of blood splashing against the surfaces of the room made communication impossible.

Asoreia gasp and turned back into the hall. She returned seconds later with a long string of Christmas lights. Bulma, Chichi, and Christopher followed close behind her. Muted screams could be heard over the immense noise surrounding the room.

Asoreia quickly tied one end of the lights around her waist and handed the coil to Vegeta. He looked at her with concern but she smiled and jumped into the room. She dogged the flying objects, the winds made her feet slide back towards the door if she stopped moving. Her beautiful dress was wet with blood, her hair plastered to her face and neck, her porcelain skin was tainted maroon with blood.

Her small hands grasped the side of the mirror and pulled herself in. The hands of slime grabbed her, pulled her in, enveloped her small body and guided her towards a warm, happiness, a fulfillment that she had never felt. She swam forward towards that feeling, knowing Vegeta was behind her and untainted happiness in front.

She could see the fleeting form of Trunks in the distance. She swam faster, her chest burning with the lack of oxygen. Asoreia stretched her arm trying with all that she was worth to grab his ankle. Her fingers brushed against his black sneaker bottom.

He turned, his eyes black, gone, his smirk sent dark lines across his features. Asoreia stopped, suspended in the slim. He brought his hand together and smiled. A black power formed between his fingers and filled up his palms. He gave a slight cock of his head and let the energy go.

Asoreia easily batted it away and he blew a kiss in her direction. She felt a horrible burning in her chest and she knew she had to go. She tugged on the string of electrical lights. With a slight jerk her body pulled backwards through the thick petroleum gel. She could feel Vegeta’s energy grow with each passing second.

She was almost at the mirror opening when she saw a black suit and orange shirted man desperately trying to swim in her direction. She pulled hard on the lights and her body stopped.

Goku’s hands were on his own neck, his face was turning an odd color, even discernable in the dark hues of the gateway between worlds. She stretched for him, pleading with her eyes that he take hold of her hand. He reached out and grabbed hold. They swam towards the opening without pulling on the makeshift rope.

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Vegeta waited for another tug on the lights, waiting for Asoreia and his son to come back. Blood still sprayed from the mirror, his suit ruined, his hair dripped tiny red droplets into his ebony orbs. His heart skipped a beat when thick masculine fingers appeared in the slowly closing portal.

Vegetzed zed out and quickly made his way to the mirror, his hand wrapped around those thick fingers as his body fazed in. He pulled, blood spraying him directly in the face. His breathing was labored and the salty metallic taste of blood filled his senses. The only thing he could see were those fingers. The fingers that he prayed belonged to his son, but knew deep down that it wasn’t. He knew that it was someone much larger, stronger, older.

Vegeta grabbed further down the slime covered arm. He felt the material of a thick, well tailored, suit. He gave one strong pull and Goku and Asoreia both came sliding out of the mirror, landing directly on top of Vegeta.

The blood slowed until it stopped, the winds stopped, the screaming from the doorway stopped. The only sounds that could be heard were the heavy breathings of the three Saiyans in the center of the blood filled bedroom. Their bodies were covered in a thick layer of slime.

Asoreia scooped a large handful of goop off her face and smiled, “So it this how most of your parties end?”

“Get off of me, BOTH OF YOU.” Asoreia and Goku tried to stand but the slime mixed with the blood created an ice like surface. Their feet, hands, arms, slid around on the carpet. Every time Vegeta, Goku, or Asoreia tried to stand they fell over.

“Did you get Trunks, is my son ok?” Bulma called from the doorway.

“I saw something that resembled your son, but it was not. S I d I didn’t get him. I got Kakorot.”

“So what when did he get sucked into the mirror?” Christopher interjected, his eyes scanning the area.

“How am I suppose to know?” Asoreia and Vegeta tried to levitate but the goo held them to the ground.

“Woman help us get out of Here!” Vegeta bellowed, letting his frustration surface.

Bulma turned and left for the lab. Christopher watched as she left, “The party ended right after you guys came up here.” Chichi nodded.

“Oh.” Asoreia stated only to acknowledge Christopher’s comment.

Bulma raced up the stairs with a small metal gun in her hands. As she reached the doorway a deep growl echoed through the room. Papers started to fly and the furniture started to move towards the mirror. The Saiyans turned with looks of terror as their bodies started to pull towards the mirror.


**Sorry this update took so long I have been busy with work (ack), face, and just you know sleeping and stuff. But I sat down yesterday and typed up most of it and the rest today. Hey send me some lovin, tell me if you like, dislike, don’t care. It all makes me feel good and helps me learn. Much Love Noel**