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 Asoreia and the “powerful force” You may use if you ask...if you even care to.
Random Quote: “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” (anonymous)
Stuff to Know: ~~ Indicates the beginning or end of a flashback

The dinning room was silent except for the sounds of chewing. Heavy sighs and curious glances made the silent room horribly uncomfortable. The extra seat made available for the Brief’s new house guest sat unoccupied. Vegeta and Goku lifted their heads and turned towards the door, waiting for the soft footstep app approach.

Moments later the doorway was occupied by a tiny woman with wild blond hair. Her small hands clung to an over sized orange GI Goku had left at the Brief’s home incase his became dirty or damaged.

The shirt hung almost to her knees, the usually short sleeves came to her elbow. She had pulled the shirt up in the front so the back hung lower and her chest remained covered. Her fisted hands were overflowing with the orange fabric from round her waist. Her feet were completely covered and some excess cloth trailed behind her.

“I think it’s a bit big.” Vegeta noted and everyone started to laugh.

“So it’s so big we’ll have to find you something else.” Bulma finally managed to say as she nodded her head towards the seat they saved for Asoreia.

“Thank you. You know if you have some fabric I can make my own cloths. Oh here I almost forgot. I think these are yourshe rhe reached into her shirt with one of her tiny hands and pulled out a worn and slightly dirty pair of white es. es. She sat them in front of Vegeta before sitting to eat.

“So where are you from?” Krillin leaned in closer to her in anticipation.

“Everywhere and no where all at once...where’s the other one. I never thanked him.” She ate with a dainty precision that was more fascinating to watch than the prince himself.

“Gohan? Oh he went to work,” Krillin smiled at his answer.

“Hn.” Asoreia snorted and finished her meal. “I have to get going, so I really do need cloths. She stood up to help clearing the table. As she stood the overly large pants fell to her ankles. She growled and kicked them off completely.

Vegeta caught them and smirked. “Temper, Temper.” He tossed the pants back at her and stood from the table. “I’m going to train.” He clutched the gloves tightly in his large hands. Theric ric wrinkling and molding to his hand.

“Don’t you even want to know why I’m here?” She said with a raised eyebrow. She smirked when he turned back around and gave a nod. “An android that...”

“We’ve beaten ’bots before,” Goku interjected.

“Not like this one. It has the ability to become who ever it touches, down to every last bit of power and special attacks. It has to touch skin though.”

Everyone fell silent and stared at her. She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “It is me...It touched me and almost killed me. She’s after me that is why I have to get some cloths and go.”

“No here we do things as a team Asoreia. Look you can use that GI to make your cloths and we’ll figure this out when you’re done.” Goku said as he leaned his back end against the counter top. His arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles.

“Why would it want you dead?” Vegeta asked with a raised eyebrow his face set in a permanent scowl.

“Because I can almost beat it.” She said in an equally irritable tone.

“Then Kakorrot and I have nothing to worry about, this should be easy.”

“I’m level five My Prince.” His mouth dropped open in utter shock and she laughed, “I had to fend for myself in a hostile universe. You think I would let myself be killed? If you will excuse me I have work to do.”

“Are you going to go after her?” Vegeta looked at his estranged wife and turned on his heals towards the Gravity Room.

“Guess he’s not, hey Bul let’s finish that work on the side of the house cause I’m gonna need to go soon.”

“Yeah, let’s go Krillin.”

Goku stood in the kitchen for a moment longer. This new force may be a problem. A big problem.


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Asoreia sat with a small sewing kit, in a large room the Briefs insisted she stay in. Her tail tapped lightly on the bed as she cut and stitched the orange and blue material into something she could wear. Her thin fingers worked quickly as the material soon shaped into a tight fitting, long sleeve, navy blue, turtle necked, belly shirt.

She pulled the new shirt on over top of her freshly made orange sports bra and went right to work on a set of orange GI pants that would fit over her low cut style under pants. She was glad she did not need to make another pair of shoes, the ones she wore were well in tacked even after her most recent loss.

A soft knock on her door pulled her mind back from the details of the battle. She set her pants down and approached the door. She opened to find Vegeta standing there with his back to her. She gently cleared her throat and he jumped.

His dark eyes trailed her barely covered body, her tight firm legs and stomach. She was very small for being a creature that possessed sure power. She was thin and shorter than he was. Her perfectly tan body contrasted with her blond hair and brown eyes. She looked like a photograph’s negative. Her facial features that were once happy and carefree now held pain and distrust.

He swallowed several times before he spoke, “Gravity Room is fixed if you want to join us when you finish you may. It’s in the back.”

She nodded and turned back into the room. She sat cross-legged on the end on the bed and he cringed. He hated when people sat on the end of the bed, to many bad memories. She looked up to see him still standing there and cocked her eyebrows. He smirked and leaned against the frame crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles.

She rolled her eyes and continued to stitch together the orange fabric. She gave a small smirk as she pulled on the now smaller GI pants that fit her tiny frame perfectly. She grabbed a strip of blue and a strip of orange fabric and braided her hair tying one strip by her head and one at the end of the long braid. The braid swung aimlessly at her waist as she pulled on her small black boots.

Vegeta gave a slight nod in the general direction of the GR. She grunted and followed his lead. He gestured for her to go ahead of him and she complied. As he followed her, Vegeta felt the urge to touch her braid. The more they walked the more he wanted to feel it. He slowly reached his hand out to grab the thick mass, when he felt an immense pain in his wrist.

He looked down and saw a small hand wrapped tightly around his thick wrist. His eyes traveled up the arm attached and looked into rage filled brown eyes. “Don’t touch my hair.” She gave a small smile and let his hand go. “Scared much?”

“No?”

“Liar.” She giggle and they walked the rest of the way outside in silence.


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