Dominus De Cupiditas

Title: Dominus De Cupiditas

Chapter Title: It’s Christmas Time Again

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: “Nothing is ever a total loose; it can sever as a bad example.”

Things to Know: ~<*>~ means the start 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)

Every day for the last two months she had to see this. Every morning when she would finally pull herself from the tangled mess of cream colored silken sheets and drag down the stairs to consume her much needed four cups of coffee before she could be fully functional she would see him. Her former childish passion, the epitome of bad boys, standing next to his former prison mate’s hospital bed, completely asleep. His hand holding hers tightly, his features twisted in pain.

When his eyes would finally flutter open from her presents, the whites of his eyes would be gone, filled with a dark endless black smoke, only to vanish inis nis normal brown eyes again. She ignored this thinking, maybe it had something to do with the illness of his mate but she still felt uneasy.

Today was no different. Although the house was brightly decorated for the up coming holiday it just seemed dark. There was a presents about the house that sent shivers down her spine. Did he ever train anymore, what about eat? Even when she and the children were decorating there was something odd about his behaviors.

He sat there, which was nothing out of the ordinary, making slight comments about how ridiculous this holiday was. This was normal but it was the way he said it. There was an absents in his voice, it sounded hollow. He did not even help his daughter when she begged him to fly her to the top of the tree to place the star. He just stood there, holding that hand never really taking his eyes off the chest that slowly lifted and fell again with breath.

Had this been going on for the entire six months Asoreia had been unconscious, she thought. Her eyebrows knit together. No just for the last two months, but what had happened. She remembered hearing him scream out loud in the middle of the night about that time, however, that was nothing new. He had done that since she had known him, saying things like “leave me alone,” “Please let it stop,” “Don’t take me instead. Leave her be.” This what ever it was had to stop. She could not stand to see him in this much distress. It made her sick.

“Vegeta.” She called softly to him after the black had vanished from his eyes.

“What woman?”

“Come and have breakfast with me. Bunny misses you in the morning.” Bulma gave a soft smile and placed her delicate fingers on his broad shoulder.

“Will your mother feel the need to throw herself all over me while I eat?”

“Probably, but she doesn’t mean any harm. She’s just perky.” Hve hve her a half hearted smirk. “Vegeta I promise she won’t go anywhere, when was the last time you ate?”

“It’s been quite a long time.”

“Trained?”

“Two months maybe.”

“Vegeta you can’t keep doing this to yourself. She wouldn’t want this.”

“And how would you know what she wanted?”

“Because she cares about you. Just like I do.”

He gave a slight grunt and followed her to the kitchen. The only room in the house that seemed to be full of the Christmas cheer that should be there. Bunny clapped her hands when she saw Vegeta walk in. She quickly filled up several heaping plates for him.

He startedshovshovel the food down his throat, barely chewing, barely breathing. He swallowed fork full after fork full. Bunny and Bulma just stood there with their mouths open wide. Bunny quickly filled several more plates for him, clearing the plates that he had already demolished.

“Vegeta slow down, you are not Goku you know.”

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Groggy eyes slowly opened to a blurred world. The blurs gradually morphed into long streams of grassy ropes with small multicolored blinking lights. They were hung in every archway in her small line of vision. She slowly pulled herself into a hunched sitting position, her body shaking from fatigue and malnutrition.

She let her eyes scan the area around her. The walls and doorways were filled with festive colors all geared around reds and greens, small little white berried twigs dangled down from the ceiling and in every door way. She saw pictures of a jolly looking man with a red suit and a long white bread sporadically placed around the living room of what looked like Capsule Corporation. She glanced at the never used dinning room and saw that the table had been elongated to form what resembled a buffet table and in the corner was a very large pine tree. It had to have been at least eighteen feet tall. Small crystal balls hung all over the tree catching the light that cascaded through the open windows. Silken gold and silver ribbon wrapped around the luscious tree and at the very top sat a crystal and goldckedcked star.

The smell of bacon, eggs, waffles, pancakes, toast, hash browns, muffins, sausages, and French toast drew her attention away from the ornate decorations that littered the large house, towards the kitchen. She could hear vs ans and sense the Kis of Bulma, Vegeta, and a Ki she had grown familiar with but did not know why. She tried to get out of the bed that was oddly place in the living room.

There was a gentle tug on her arms, chest, head, and hand. She realized that she was covered in needles, tubs, and sticky pads. She slowly pulled each needle out and yanked off each sticky monitor pad. The small machines that surrounded her bed beeped loudly, all screaming the urgency of a flat line. She turned them, h, her sensitive ears ringing from all the noise.

Slowly, using the wall for support she drug herself to the kitchen. Her legs wobbled under her weight. She could hear Vegeta eating. He seemed to be inhaling his food. She could remember feeling him with her but never seeing him. Confusion washed over her but she kept pressing forward.

“Vegeta slow down, you are not Goku you know.” She heard Bulma say. Concern dripped from every word. She still loved him. Loved him in the way that she did. The way she would not allow to happen even if she had to kill Bulma.

“I want to be there when and if she wakes up.”

“When who wakes up?” Vegeta turned around to see Asoreia leaning her body against the door frame into the kitchen. She swayed slightly and Vegeta stood just in time to catch her before her legs gave out. She smiled at him as he sat her down at the head of the table in a chair facing the door she had just come in and himself.

“Sino mea conicio tuus feles.” Asoreia looked up to see Goku smiling ear to ear. Vegeta had quickly buried his face in his hands, shaking his head slowly.

“You want to fling my cat?” She asked and he scratched the back of his head.

“No I said good morning.”

“No you said ‘Let me fling your cat’ Good morning is Bonus matutinus.”

“Ahh Bonus matutinus. COOL” He flopped down in a chair between Vegeta and Asoreia. He sucked down several large plates of his own food, a few of Vegeta’s and the plates that Bunny was bringing over for Asoreia before he dropped his fork and disappeared from the table entirely.

“Oh dear you didn’t get any breakfast. That’s ok though! Here you go dear.” Bunny smiled and handed Asoreia several plate of breakfast.

“Thank you mum.”

“Oh how cute. I’m going to go watch my stories now, if you need anything you let me know.” Bunny smiled again and started out to the living room. A tall, dark haired man, with eyes as dark as any Saiyan gleaming from under his thin framed glasses, and a pearly white smile came strutting in.

Asoreia let a deep feral growl pass her lips as she glared at him. She did not know him therefore she did not like him. Bulma looked from the man to Asoreia and then back again her eyes wide with terror. She gently cleared her throat. When Asoreia did not stop her growling Bulma spoke up.

“This is Christopher. He is the head of research aevelevelopment.”

“Yeah and your fuck buddy.” Vegeta added as he took his plates to the counter and grabbed a large red apple. He took a large bit and smirked. Vegeta leaned against the counter his legs crossed at his ankles and his right arm tucked under his left arm that feed him his apple.

Bulma glanced at him before turning her attention back to Asoreia. “He helped in your recovery.”

“I don’t like him.”

Vegeta let out a rich laughter when she said that. “I told you there is something odd about him. But does anyone listen to the almighty Prince of Saiyans, no. They all think it’s a joke.”

“Vegeta you are the prince of seven Saiyans and five of them are not full blooded, your rank is a joke.”

“Don’t talk that way about my Prince, he is a noble man and if you truly want to talk poorly about someone talk about Mr. Bleach Teeth over there.”

Vegeta laughed again, tossing his apple core in the trash and picking up a pear.

Bulma slammed her hand down on the table, “Both of you that is enough!”

“Bulma dear it’s really ok. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. They are allowed to not like me.”

“Bulma I’m sorry. I have a hard time trusting anyone. It will take me awhile.” Asoreia apologized. She took a large forkful of food and swallowed it without chewing. “Bulma may I ask you a question?”

“What?” Bulma snapped as she sat two plates at the table, one for herself and one for Christopher.

“What is with all these bloody blinking lights?” Asoreia finished off the rest of her plates in two bites.

Bulma smiled, her blue eyes sparkled, “CHRISTMAS!”

“Who?”

“It is this ridiculous holiday the humans made up for an excuse to give gifts, get drunk, sing loudly, throw parties, and annoy the ever living shit out of me.” Vegeta grunted as he tossed the pear core and grabbed an orange.

“That’s not what Christmas is about,” Christopher added, “It is to celebrate the birth of...”

“So when does this so called holiday fall?” Christopher glared at her but stayed silent.

“December...December 25th. Tomorrow!” Bulma cheered looking very much like Bunny had only a half an hour before.

“DECEMBER! I have been out for SIX MONTHS?” Vegeta nodded and tossed his orange peal and started to pick at some purple grapes. Bulma curled her lips up in disgust as he ate a handful.

“Vegeta those are wax.” He shrugged and popped a few more in his mouth.

“What happened?” She tugged at one of her overly long spikes and her eyes went wide. “GRAY I HAVE GRAY HAIR SAIYANS DON’T GET GRAY HAIR!”

“Silver.” Vegeta grunted as he finished off the wax grapes and started to pick at some left over bacon.

“What?”

“You went Mythical. Your hair is silver and blond not gray and blond.”

She jumped to her feet knocking the chair over in the process. Her power flared and her irises were kissed with streaks of silver.

“YOU KILLED HER!” Vegeta yelled. Standing up from the counter and shielding Bulma and Christopher. “You vaporized her. There was nothing left. Not even a scrap. She’s gone.”

Asoreia looked at him with doubt in her dark silver streaked eyes. She lowered her power and her features looked blank. “I-I d-don’t remember.”

***Ok I had to stop the chapter here because it was getting really long. So what do you think so far. Sorry that the first chapter was so short but I needed to set the stage :) Hey send me some lovin’....Noel***