Dominus De Cupiditas

Title: Dominus De Cupiditas

Chapter Title: A History Never Spoken

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: “We always want what‘s furthest from our reach.”

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)

“Singing Computers Of Space?” Goku scratched the back of his head and smiled.

“No you moron,” Vegeta hissed, “Dominus means what?”

“Uhh.”

“Come on Kaki, you can do it.” Asoreia cheered him on.

“Kakorot it is one of the first words we went over.”

“.....OH OH MASTER!!” Goku smiled, his eyes shimmered in the florescent lights of the kitchen.

“Very good Kakorot.” Vegeta nodded.

“Ok Kaki let us try De and Cupiditas.” Asoreia smiled at Goku’s childish behavior and silently hated his ex-wife. She figured she could put an end to her if the need be.

She gasped quietly to herself, these thoughts of violence had not crept into her mind for over a year. Before she had found her prince they were barely lingering in the back of her mind and now she had the twice in one day. First for the blue haired woman who so selflessly took her in and for Kakorot’s former mate. They needed to hurry up with this little game of Saiyaneese and worry about Dominus De Cupiditas.

“Well I remember De. It means of. But I don’t think I ever heard Cupiditas before.”

“Yes you have Kakorot. When Asoreia was sick and I was in the living room with her I say ‘Ego cupiditas tu’ etc etc. You asked me what I had just said to her. Do you remember?”

“Uhh I’m trying. Ego is I. Tu is you...if you were talking to Asoreia there was it want?”

“Close luv, try something more powerful than want.”

“Need?” His hand when to the back of his head again. Scratching the scar that was now barely visible but has become the point of comfort for most of his life.

“Stronger.” Vegeta barked. His hands ran along Asoreia’s tail. A small moan left her lips and she involuntarily ground her hips against his. He kissed her neck. A purr erupted from her chest.

“DESIRE! Master of ...desire?”

“Very good Kakorot The Master of Desires.” Vegeta growled as Asoreia’s tail curled under the leg of his boxers.

“Ok so what’s the big deal? Everyone has desires.”

“Kaki it isn’t that easy.” Asoreia sighed and tried to figure out where to start. “Our race like many others believed in higher beings. The earth believes in Gods, some religions only have one. Others have many. The Saiyans had theirs Gods but they also had masters. Masters of the emotion. The Gods handled the circumstances and the masters took care of any and all emotion we may have felt.”

Vegeta hugged her closer and added, “Some of these masters were good others had their naughty streaks.”

“But the Master of Desire was just evil, right Geta?” He nodded and let her continue. “It was told that the other masters were tired of his insolence and tried to dispose of him. Seeing as he is Desire he learned plans and destroyed them, one by one. Satisfaction was first because she was the only one who could truly defeat Desire. He tortured her days upon days and it was not until he felt sure he had broken her sprite that let her die. They fell quickly. He knew all of their weaknesses and made sure to play on them before he killed them. As the myth goes, this is why the good no longer just feel happiness or satisfaction, but still have to fight the conflicts of emotions.”

“You have to understand that this was just a bed time story my people told their children,” Vegeta commented. “We never truly believed it. Not until Frieza that is.”

“Yes but before we tell you about him I must tell you the truth of my mother. She was a bold woman, a true Saiyan. Except she was exiled for practicing the black arts. Our king did not believe that type of nuisance was good for the moral of the planet. So Vegeta’s father banished us to one of the moon of Planet Vegeta. There my mother trained until she reached Super Saiyan, but she did not train hard enough and could not sustain the level. During the fight with Frieza he told her, before he killed her, if she handed over the book of the black arts she had composed, he would spare me. She did as he asked and he sent me to the palace with her remains. Were I fell under his power anyway.”

“It was not even two years after Asoreia and I were on the battle ship, when Frieza decided he wanted to call The Master of Desires. He wanted to harness his power and control the universes with out lifting a finger. He had Nappa translate the conjuring spell for him so he could understand what he was saying. When saying the spell in his native tongue did not work he said it in ours. To our great surprise a glowing mass of black energy formed out of the fire he had built in his bed chamber. He had me gather the weak soldiers on board the ship, weeding out the problems as he called it. He feed them to this beast, making us watch and marveling at the growth in its power.”

“But soon,” Asoreia interrupted, “those soldiers were not enough. A supposed virus struck the battle ship. Vegeta and I knew the truth, but who really believes stupid monkey whores? The first signs of the virus are strange dreams, dreams that make your body ach and scream into the night. You wake breathless and sweaty. They just feel so real and I suppose they could be if you give in, or if your close to giving in. There are small differences though. A person may be overly cheery or your hair d did different. Small difference but you can smell, touch, taste it all feels real.”

“The second stage are fathomless black eyes. They look like black oil or smoke was mixed into the whites of the eye. The blackness swirls moves in the eyes.” Vegeta added. “They are the eyes evil. The same name the scientist gave the virus.”

“The third stage is probably the scariest for the infected. They become violent. They have these dark inner thoughts of death and killing. They become all consuming. They may snap verbally or physically . Very few have been able to hold back the hate that runs threw them. Vegeta and I have never reached this point before. The Saiyan will is stronger than these desires.” Asoreia shivered at the memories, she could see every face, hear every voice, as if she were there staring at the infected ship again.

“In the fourth and last step of the virus, horrible screams of agony rip from the infected being’s throat. They collapse to the ground in pain as their insides become nothing more then fleshy, bloody, puddles. They spasm and jerk uncontrollably as they rid themselves of the life giving bile that has formed in their throats. After they vomit out everything inside they stand back up. A mere shell of what they were, now minions to the Dominus De Cupiditas.”

“The virus became such a problem that Frieza demanded that Vegeta and I take care of it. He told us that we would not have to worry about finishing the Viral cycle if we failed. He would kill us himself. He tossed us the book and left us alone in his bed chamber. I knew the black arts and Frieza knew this, but you have to understand it is an art that I did not then and still do not have any desire to know.”

“With her knowledge and my understanding of Saiyan history we discovered that the Dominus De Cupiditas could not be killed. So we had to think of a way to be rid of the creature without killing it.”

“But it killed all the other Masters why couldn’t you just kill it like it killed them?” Goku took a bite from a new sandwich and waited for an answer.

“It really isn’t that easy Kakorot.” Vegeta growled, “If we touched it, or powered up it would have entered our bodies or the desires we were fighting off would have finally consumed us. So we were in quite a predicament.”

“To be frank with you the black arts scared me but I had to let my inhibitions of the black arts go and help to him him.” With a snarl Asoreia stood up and took Goku’s sandwich out of his hand and ate the already half eaten treat.

“We kidnapped Frieza’s son. One of the few who were not effect. I guess when you get everything you want you have no desires. With this body we managed to trap the Master of Desires after we had devised a spell that sealed the pours, mouth, ears, nose, eyes, any opening that would allow the Dominus De Cupiditas out of the body.” Vegeta sighed.

Asoreia finished, “We sent the body to the World of Desires. It is a dimension between life and death. In the body of Frieza’s son he could not travel through the dimension and come back here. We had hoped that when the body died it would take the Dominus De Cupiditas with, but I feel that a greedy human found the book before the young ice-jin had a chance to die.”

“We have to figure out who this thing is in, and who it is after. If we don’t it is the end of civilization as we know it.”

“How do you stop an emotion, Geta?”

“Deign it Kakorot.” Vegeta smirked. He grabbed Asoreia by the wrist and started to lead her up stairs. “We’re going to bed, see you in the morning Kakorot.”

Asoreia giggled as Vegeta picked her up and flung her over his shoulder “Remember we are suppose to deign our desires, Vegeta put me down!” She squealed.

Goku could hear Vegeta laughing before the bedroom door closed. Suddenly he wasn’t all that hungry anymore. He missed Chi Chi, he missed having someone to carry over his shoulder and toss in the bed. He missed kissing her body, watching her writher under his touch. Most of all he missed his son. He saw Gohan all the time, but Goten.

How could she take him away from him too? He didn’t care that Tein was always there, that was his family. Not Tein’s. Not Chiatuz’s, but his. He made it, he held it together, he had saved it and now it was gone. He had not done anything wrong. Nothing, and now here he was, feeling the steadily raising Kis in Vegeta’s bedroom, hearing their moans from the kitchen with his sensitive ears. Wishing just wishing it was his.

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“For the Love of....I’M COMING!!” The tall, well built, army commander stalked over to his front door. He pulled it open, shaking the framed pictures that hung on the wall in the process. “Oh it’s you. What do you want? It’s four in the morning I have to get up in an hour.”

“I wanted to know Sir, do you want to get Asoreia back for the way she humiliated you today?”

“Yeah why?”

“I can help, that is if that is what you truly desire.”



***I hope you like...I know the whole Dark Arts is stretching it but I’m crazy like that. Ahh the party is tomorrow. Mmmm fun. Do you remember when I said the shit was going to hit the fan? I suggest wearing some protective goggles for the next several Chapters.***