Dominus De Cupiditas

Title: Dominus De Cupiditas

Chapter Title: The Deepest Betrayal

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: “Some say it wasn’t worth the things we went through. I say it ain’t worth losing you. I hope you know how much you changed all of our lives. Someday you’ll see if only in heaven’s eyes.” Only in Heaven’s Eyes by NSYNC

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)

She curled up next to his slender body, her blue hair dusted in her eyes. His long willowy fingers danced along her spine. She sighed and changed the channel on the large screen TV. Christopher chuckled and pulled her closer to his body on the large plush couch that had served as Vegeta’s bed.

“There is nothing good on.”

“Baby how can you tell with as often as you switch channels.”

“I just can.” She whined she could feel him chuckle deep in his chest.

“Don’t you have a party you should be setting up for?”

“Everything’s done, the caterer will be here at seven to set up, and the guest will get here around eight. Trunks, Pan, Bulla, Goten, and Marron are setting up their own stage and whatever else they need.” She rolled slightly and faced him. “Do you think I made the right decision letting the kids play?”

“Honey their band is really good and I just happened to know a major music producer. I made a few calls and he will be here tonight to check them out. So yes I think you made the right decision. I can only think of one problem.”

“What’s that?” Bulma said, her eyes sparkled with excitement. She was shaking all over with anticipation. Trunks was going to be so thrilled.

“Who will stand in for Trunks when he goes to mingle with the important people?” Christopher used his fingers to quote the last two words.

Bulma sighed, “I don’t know, maybe they could get Asoreia, she could easily fill in as lead singer. That is if she even wants to.”

“You think that inbred monkey would show enough heart to save your son’s ass and sing?”

Bulma sat up in disgust, “What is your problem with them? They have never hurt us in anyway and all you can do is criticize. Is it because Vegeta is my ex-husband?”

“Bulma do you even have the slightest idea what they did?”

“Does it look like I care?”

“How can you not care about who they were?”

“Because I can see whey aey are.”

“It doesn’t bother you that she killed millions upon millions of people for power or that he watched as men, women, and children died by his hand?”

“Christopher have you ever considered the life they had to...” She jumped as the back door slammed shut.

Vegeta’s angry voice carried through to the living room. “I know you are lying. WHAT did you see?”

“Vegeta, luv I can’t say right now because it happened so quickly that I...”

“Bull shit. It is always the same bullshit with you. ‘Oh please help me, please. I am weak little onna.’ Why didn’t you fight back?”

“To tell you the truth, I was scared shitless. I have seen that behavior far to often and I didn’t want to kill the heir to the throne.”

“Now how about the truth?” They walked through the living room, to involved in their argument to notice Bulma and Christopher.

“You guys have been married what six months and you are already on the verge of a divorce, nice. See Bulma I told you what they are. Violent killers incapable of loving themselves let alone others. Disgusting.
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Vegeta turned and growled, his overly large canines gleaming in the early afternoon light. His brown eyes glistened with the intent to fight. “Vegeta this is not the time nor the place. I suggest we go upstairs to finish what was started outside. No?”

He grunted and started towards the stairs. Asoreia held the excess fabric on the back of his shirt in her hand and followed him. A sharp whistle came from Christopher and they stopped.

“Got yourself quite a looker there ‘Geta. Damn I’d tap that.” Bulma raised her hand to smack him upside the head, but when she swung Christopher was gone. She heard gagging from the wall by the television. She looked to see Christopher dangling nearly at the ceiling, being held up by this throat.

“What is it with Saiyans and strangulation?” Asoreia asked in mild boredom.

“If I ever...catch you even thinking about her like that again...I swear I will spend the rest of eternity burning in teveneven hells just to keep you away from her.”

“Vegeta darlin’ put him down. He’s Bulma’s.”

“Ack he can keep him for all I care right now.”

“Bulma you are absolutely horrible,” Asoreia smiled and tapped Bulma’s shoulder, “And I love it.”

Vegeta set him down on the ground and gave him one last snarl. “No hard feelings right ‘Geta?”

“Had you not wanted hard feelings you would have shut the fuck up four months ago when you came here. Oh and one last thing.”

“What’s that?”

“The name is VE-geta, Topher.” Vegeta stalked up the stairs. Without turning around he called back down, “Are you coming Sorei?”

“Yes luv I’ll be right there. Sorry bout that, I’m glad you didn’t die. See you tonight?”

“Yeah see ya.”

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Goku wanted to finish getting ready be the the last possible minute, which is something he had never done prior to today. He pulled up his black suit pants and tucked in his silken orange button down shirt. He tugged on the uncomfortable black vest, tied his silken orange necktie around his waist and pulled on his black suit jacket. He looked at the remaining leather belt and scratched the back of his head.

“Man I wish ChiChi were here. I don’t know what I am doing. I wonder if Vegeta would help me?” He did a quick energy scan and found that Vegeta and Asoreia were in their bedroom. He also noticed that Bulma was in very close range.

He placed his fingers on his forehead and disappeared.

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“Vegeta for the last time No. I was not going to kill your child. I couldn’t fight back, I would have killed him!”

Vegeta tossed his hands in the air, “It’s not like we couldn’t wish him back or you couldn’t have had children of your own.”

“I couldn’t.” Goku landed on the bed just in time to hear the gasp that left Vegeta’s lips. Asoreia turned and saw Goku sitting on the bed and lowered her eyes to the floor. “Kakorot could you please leave.”

Bulma opened the door and waved for him to follow her out. Vegeta’s voice cut through the silence that had formed in the room. The pain in his voice caused Goku and Bulma to look up. “W-what do you mean, ‘You can’t’ you’re a woman right?”

“I don’t think this is the time or the place to talk about this.”

“Now is as good a time or place as any. I am sick of your secretes! Kakorot get over here.” Goku scampered over and Vegeta untied the necktie from around the big man’s waist.

“Vegeta please....”

“No NOW!” He growled and Asoreia looked at him with distain. He tied the tie so tightly that Goku gagged a little. Vegeta looped the belt in Goku pants, then turned and faced Asoreia waiting for her to start.

“You want my personal business splattered around the walls of Capsule Corporation then FINE.”

~<*>~

She watched in horror as two large footmen carried a sleeping Vegeta out of the master chamber. His feet dug lifelessly behind him, his arms twisted at odd angles under the footmen’s grasps. She heard them say something about purges and the regeneration tank.

For the first time with her prince, she hated him. Hated him for leaving her alone. Bad things happened when she was alone. She rocked back and forth on the bed, her chain jingled and her body quivered with tears. Open wounds bleed onto blood red sheets. She hated every fiber in his body. He clung to her and she to him, but he was gone. He had promised to protect her and where was he? Getting healed and getting off the ship. He betrayed her.

~<*>~

Asoreia ran her hands through her messy hair. A blank stare filled her eyes. For the first time since they had met her, she looked totally lost. Completely helpless. Even when she was broken and bloody, barely breathing, she looked stronger than she did now.

“That still doesn’t explain what happened, just that you hate me.”

“If you’d shut up I would get to it. And I didn‘t really hate you.” She snapped, her fiery temper bringing her soul back to life. She did not even notice as Christopher joined Goku and Bulma at the door.

~<*>~

She was so caught up in her own sorrow of betrayal that she did not hear the ice-jin saunter into the chamber. Her sobbing was relentless. Her whole body ached from it. It was not until the scaly fingers of Frieza grasped her shoulder that she slowed.

“There there little one. I have something for you.” Asoreia lifted her eyes in disgust, what ever he had for her, she did not want.

“What?”

“Don’t sound so angry, I have not left you. Nor would I ever, not like your little Prince.” She shuttered at the thought of him with her forever. “Join me Asoreia. Become the prophet you were meant to be. Be my queen, rule the universes with me.”

He cupped her chin in his cold, clammy, hand. She jerked away and he snarled. “He wont be coming back! If not from this mission then from another. I will make sure he wont EVER come back.”

“Master Frieza?”

He smirked, “Yes my pet?”

“What did you mean by prophet?”

“You’re mommy never told you?” She shook her head, trying to find a way out of this situation. “The blond angel sent to the most powerful black haired fighters of your planet, will surpass even the Legendary Super Saiyan but for only one fight, they will then slip into darkness. That my dear is why I want you. You will be irreplaceably valuable. Even if I keep you from reaching your full potential.”

“I am no Angel.”

“Anything that looks different to your monkey brained people is heaven sent. Think about my proposition. You can finally be the mother to the son you bore me.”

He didn’t know he was dead, Asoreia smirked, some father. “I don’t need anytime to think.”

“Oh?” He smiled as she leaned up to his face. She looked away for a moment then spat in his face. A deep threatening growl lhis his lips and he grabbed her by the hair.

Her feet dangled in the air and the wind came flying from her throat as she was slammed into a near by wall. His cold eyes burned into her blank brown orbs. She seemed almost pleased.

“Death is too good for you!” It was then that panic washed over her stony features. “Now you’re scared. Bravery is nrantranted to the weak!” He slid his free hand over her breasts and down to her lower abdomen.

She screamed in pain as pink light covered her stomach. She could feel her insides melting, turning, reshaping. He dropped her to the floor with a laugh. “No more Saiyans from you.” He snapped his fingers and she saw the two footmen, that had carried Vegeta away, come in and the trail of blood that was left behind her before she passed out.

~<*>~

“You killed your own son?” Goku asked in horrified amazement.

“He was not my son, he was Frieza’s. I was nothing more than the vestal that carried it here.” She snarled. Bulma sob slightly from the doorway.

Vegeta just looked at her. His expression unreadable. Asoreia lowered her eyes to the floor, suddenly feeling small. “I know that you wanted...”

“You have no idea what I wanted. So do not even try to understand!” He pushed past her. The crowd at the door parted for Vegeta and he stormed down stairs and out the front door.

“What a perfect start to a potentially perfect day.” Christopher added and held Bulma close to him. She tears dampening his t-shirt and her muffled ‘My Gods’ barely audible. “He had no right to make you say any of that. I am sorry Alison.”

“Asoreia.” Goku said to him and held her small body up against his l one one. She pulled away.

“I have to go. Buckle your belt.” She jumped out the window and they were left to watch her retreating form.


***Wooh Under a week go me. *Does a little dance.* I should really get on to the party that’s where all the good stuappeappens but I can’t because everyone around CC is so cranky! *sighs* Oh well. ~*Noel*~ ***


Naruto_Kenshin:

Ahh the wonderful blessed Yinz. I am what is called a Yinzer. It is a Pittsburgh Pennsylvania term. We have our own language of sorts. Like we say Pittsburgh like Pixburgh. East Liberty is Sliberty, wash is worsh, and Yinz is Ya’All or You Guys. I hope that helps. Oh another one I use a great deal is Neeby which just means Nosey. So that’s just a heads up. (My computer does not like my slang an at. Hehe it’s all red) Ok the Trunks thing will get worse before it gets better. That is just a warning I have a lot running through my head right now for that. Mmm.