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 “android” You may use if you ask...if you even care to.
Random Quote: You take care of the days and the years will take care of themselves. (anonymous)
Stuff to Know: ~<*>~ Indicates the beginning or end of a flashback. Asoreia will speak Sayjiness, however I have never heard it spoken before so I am going to use Latin root words without conjugating them. I will have them translated through Vegeta.

Asoreia sat on top of the gravity room eating a pint of Chubby Hubby ice cream. The setting sun on the horizon cascaded shades of purples, reds, and blues in the seemingly flawless sky. A soft warm breeze tugged at her long, blond, wild hair. Her bangs tickled her nose and scratched at her eyes, but she did not seem to care.

In the distance she could see Bulma, Kakorot, a very annoying woman with black hair, and a man with healed gashes on his face. She snorted as Kakorot lifted both women and tossed them in a large pool. The onnas reemerged laughing. Bulma pulled herself from the water and readjusted her swimming top.

She could hear their conversations. ChiChi, the blacked haired one, was voicing her concern about Asoreia. A small smirk spread across Asoreia’s lips. She could still strike fear in the hearts of the weak, it gave her some satisfaction.

“Salutatiore regulus Vegeta.”

“Spying now are we?”

“No, simply observing the situation.”

Vegeta chuckled and sat next to Asoreia as she handed him the now half empty pint. He took it and slowly started to eat the sweet, crunchy treat. He watched his ex-wife flirt with scar faced man and a low growl erupted before he could cover up his emotions.

“What happened or should I leave it be?” There was a long silence filled only with the occasional crunching of frozen pretzels.

Without looking towards his long time acquaintance he sighed.

~<*>~

Bulma rested her head on his firm, sweaty chest with a sigh. Her small, delicate fingers traced the outlines of his abs. Her soft hair tickled his hyper sensitive flesh and her heavy breaths left goose flesh everywhere it touched.

The warm cotton sheets draped carelessly over their naked bodies and hung over the sides of the enormous bed. The smell of sweat, sex, and tears filled the darkened room as Vegeta let his hand trail the length of her back.

“Don’t leave me again, please Vegeta.” Her desperate plea was left unanswered. Vegeta simply stared at the white ceiling. His dark eyes revealing no remorse or sorrow.

“Why leave when we have such a great thing here Ge? What about our children?” Bulma propped herself up onto one elbow and glared at him.

“This is who I am, be grateful that I am giving you warning this time, Woman.”

“Vegeta you will always have a place to stay, but don’t expect to find me in your arms again if you walk out that door. Do you hear me you bakayaro?”

He chuckled, “No need for such a foul mouth woman. I never asked you to stay have I? I have to go. I have to train and I can not do that with you here.”

Bulma looked at him with pained eyes and shook her head. “Fine.” She slowly sat the rest of the way up and flung her feet over the side of the bed, wrapping the sheet tightly around her small bo“Goo“Good- bye.” With that she was gone.

~<*>~

Asoreia looked over at her prince trying to determine if he was hurt by his woman’s actions or his own stubbornness. She saw him shutter she she sighed. The woman’s voiced carried over everything else in the setting sun.

“Kami only knows where that stubborn man is, you know Vegeta always running away.”

Anger filled Asoreia at the woman’s words. She knows him better than that stupid onna would ever. She knew most everything he had been forced to endure. And that woman claiming that he just runsy. Ny. Now it was her that growled and she made no attempt to stifle it.

“She’s wrong about you.” The prince made no attempt to look at her, he merely handed her back the ice cream. She took it and set the empty canister aside. She watched Kakorot pick the two women back up and toss them into the pool. He then turned his attention to the scar faced man.

“Yamcha.”

“Huh?” Asoreia turned to look at her dead paned prince.

“His name. The man with the scars.”

“Oh.”

“Where have you been all these years?”

“Here and there. I founded and commanded a large army to destroy Frieza’s men.”

“URAF?”

“You’ve heard of us? Yes the Universal Rebellion Against Frieza. I longed to destroy the Ice-jin myself, however I was too late, apparently.”

“You held your own I presume?”

“Not at first but I managed. I was indeed weak but I grew stronger. I don’t wish to elaborate on how, but I did.”

“Hn, I think in our time we have all done things that we are ashamed of.”

“If I were to die today, I would sit in the furthest reaches of hell to endure the rest of eternity in the hands of Frieza, himself.”

“Tum ego lego precor nam tu.”

“Why waste your breath on a prayer that will never be heard. I have done to much wrong and have willed to much wrong unto others to be saved. My doing is solely that, my own, for my own purpose.”

“As were mine.”

“But you have changed. I don’t feel that I can.”

“I mbermber you as a small girl cleaning my wounds after every encounter I had with the Ice-jin. When he would leave me to lay on his bed and bleed. You would crawl the length and hold me in your broken arms. Hush my silent tears, sing to me in hopes of a speedy recovery and yet you claim that your actions are heartless and self centered?”

“For every moment of your health I was sparred the agony of mine.” She turned from him. Her shoulders slumped forward and tears ran freely down her blushed cheeks.

“It was survival you and I had no other option. I do not blame you for what you just said. It was what you had to do.” There was pain in his voice as he looked out across the yard. Kakorot was looking right at him and smiled then turned his attention back to the small group sitting by the pool.

Much to Vegeta’s surprise Goku made no attempt to expose Vegeta and Asoreia. He acted as though they were not even present. As if Goku knew they needed these moments of silence and redemption. Vegeta thanked Gby rby returning a brief smile when the younger man looked back in their direction.

“I’m going to bed Bonus Nocta my Prince.” Vegeta shifted his gaze to the small woman sitting next to him just in time to watch her place two fingers on her forehead and vanish. He smirked towards were her form was once sitting and shook his head.

“Good night, tricky little bitch.”
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Asoreia sat on her new bed in a night gown Bulma had lent her. The material, no doubt expensive, was heavy and long. Covering every inch of her body to the point of being uncotabltable. Asoreia was always a firm believe the the less cloths the better, tight fitting spandex, baggie pants and a sports bra, anything that was easy to fight in. This however was not easy to fight in, let alone sleep in.

She sighed and flopped down on the bed and looked at the cracks in the ceiling. She let out a loud sigh. How could she have told Vegeta everything she had today? If she had ever had a chance with her prince she had officially blown it today. He had reformed in so many ways and there she was with her jaded existence.

She let her eyes close with sleep. She had not done much all day by her standards, but she felt extremely tired. Every muscle in her body ached. Every bone felt as though it may explode.

~<*>~

“My prince wake up, pe wae wake up he’s coming! Please Vegeta wake up!!” Vegeta slowly opened his eyes the world still a blur to him.

Soon those blurry images turned into indiscernible objects and those into the living quarts of Frieza. His eyes rested on Asoreia. Her body a bruised and bloody mess. Brilliant red gashes ran the length of her small essence. Her hair was a matted mess, tangles encompassing her body. A deep shiver ran through her as the foot steps of their capturer neared the door.

Vegeta sat strait up, his eyes wide with terror. He, for the first time since waking, realized that he was naked. Pain ran the length of his back and he gasped. He instinctively wrapped his tail around his waist while he waited for the large master bed room door to open.

He stretched out his hand to Asoreia, who shied away from it. The large metal dog collar jingled in her movements. Dried blood and dark black and green bruises covered her neck underneath and around her collar.

“Ahh my pets your up!” Frieza’s sh voi voice cut the silence that had formed in the room. “I am so glad that you have learned to follow directions Vegeta, or did our little monkey bitch here wake you?”

Neither Asoreia or Vegeta spoke, they just glared at the beast standing before them. An angry roar echoed off the bare walls of the master bedroom as a cold, slimy, white scaled, tail encircled Vegeta’s throat. The prince grabbed at the fleshy appendage, strugglingbreabreath as it lifted the small yet firm body of the prince of the mattress.

“No leave him alone! Take me!” Asoreia sobbed as she watched in horror.

“I would not give you the pleasure of death, bitch.”

Asoreia cried as her prince’s eyes fluttered in a desperate struggle to maintain consciousness. A pale gray washed over his normally tan face and his lips tinted a purplish blue. His hands slowly lost their grip on the enormous tail and fell to his side.

Frieza released him and laughed as the prince gasped for air. His color returned almost instantly. Vegeta lifted his head from the blood red silken sheets and growled, baring his fangs. Asoreia crawled over to her prince and helped him sit up.

“Stupid monkey, what are you going to do bite me? Wouldn’t you be afraid I’d like that?” Frieza circled the bed eyeing his pray. His erection becoming more prominent with every step. “Now lets see who will I pick? Asoreia or Prince Vegeta? Hmm what a hard decision.” He tugged on Asoreia’s chain yanking her away from the struggling prince.

“I’ll take you both. But you Vegeta have been a very bad boy and will go first and I have a present for you.” He held up a collar and chain much like Asoreia’s. However, this one contained a Ki repressor. Vegeta closed his eyes as Frieza strapped it on. “You will watch what I do to your woman, understand?”

Vegeta said nothing, he just glared at the beast before him. He felt weak and helpless. This was not suppose to happen. He was the Prince of all the Sayjins. He could never be weak. He could never be Helpless. There had to be something he could do.

His thoughts were interrupted by a cold slimy hand grasping his hair. With unneeded brut force, Vegeta was thrown to the bed face down and almost immediately penetrated. Vegeta held back a cry of pain, he would not give him that pleasure.

He body screamed as the ice-jin racked his long claws across the prince’s sensitive flesh. His tongue snaking out to lick the blood away as it spilled from the fresh wounds. The bed smashed into the wall with every thrust and the prince did everything in his power not to scream.

Asoreia held tightly to the bed post feeling her energy raising as she watched. If only she were stronger. This was all her fault, she should have been able to stop this monster. She was the only Sayjiat hat had yet to take a stand. If she ever got out of here she would make Frieza regret everything he has done.

Vegeta heard a sickening smack and wait for the pain to accompany the sound. But nothing came. Nothing but Frieza. He felt the cold liquid fill him and he squirmed but still made no sound. The ice-jin laughed and fell back tearing the prince’s sensitive flesh even further.

Vegeta sat up ignoring the pain and looked over to Asoreia. She laid very still on the soft bed, her eyes closed. Blood trickled down her from her forehead, covering one side of her beautiful face. Vegeta felt his blood boil with intense rage. He tried to crawl over to her but his lower extremities would not move.

“Now now my prince. STAY! It’s her turn.”

~<*>~

Asoreia sat up in her bed, sweat poured from her forehead. The night gown she wore was soaked through. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she realized where she was. Involuntarily she felt her head where Frieza’s tail had smashed her. She traced the scar that was hidden by her unruly locks and laid back down.

“Do you always sit in sleeping women’s bed rooms? Your lucky I haven’t killed you yet Trunks.” She sat back up and looked over at a plush chair that sat in the corner of the large bedroom.

“No, I heard you scream and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Here.” He tossed a thin flat case.

“What is this?”

“It’s called a CD... A compact...”

“I know what a CD is. Why are you giving it to me?”

“Call it a gift. Here portable head set. I made it tell me how it works.” With that he stood and left the room. Asoreia just looked at the fleeting form and sighed. She inserted the disk and place the earphones on her head. She found a dreamless sleep as quickly as it was taken from her.

 
*Yippy!! I had this dream last night and the rest of the storye toe to me :) that’s sad when you start to dream about the story your writing. Hey send me some lovin’ I’m in desperate need. I’ve had a REALLY bad weekend. thanks a million....Noel**