Dominus De Cupiditas

Title: Dominus De Cupiditas

Chapter Title: Will You Dance With Me?

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: “Let your mind wonder free and things you would never expect to see come into view.”

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 irl.irl. (Gods help us)


The room was filled with people. All of them laughing, joking, smiling, blissfully unaware of his presents. He knew what he came here for and he was going to bring it back with him. He was going to bring HER back if it was the last thing he ever did. To have a Saiyan of that caliber on his side, no one would ever defeat him. She wouldn’t give them the chance.

Her mate, Vegeta, was a problem. A big problem. He did not know how close they were and how deep their bond was. But that did not matter. He would break them, he always did. That was his job, that was his specialty. He knew there was something that she wanted, anything at all he would give to her for one small price, to be his queen. The Queen of Desires.

His eyes traveled her body as she descended the stairs. Everyone seemed to stop and watch her. She was beautiful. Her body was hugged by the tight, black, glistening, velvet evening gown that ended at her ankles with slits running to just below her thong straps on both sides. The open back that dipped to just above her tail and the long sleeves that covered her arms made his mouth water. Then of course under the ever present turtle neck was a oval shaped cut out that ran from the bottom of her collar to below her belly button, bordering indecency. Her long blond hair was held tightly back in a braid. He wanted to let that hair down. She was too beautiful to wear it back all the time.

He watched her stumble a bit on her stiletto black heals. His lips twitched into a smirk. Oh there was something that she wanted more than life itself and he knew what it was. Before the end of the week, She would be his.

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Vegeta smirked at Bulma as she threw back another drink, “Woman it isn’t even nine o’clock and you are already close to drunk. This is going to do wonders for business.”

“No it’s good for me. Christopher is sloshed, all of them are sloshed, I should be sloshed too...Nice suit Vegeta, that color suits you.” She leaned up against his navy blue, silk covered, chest and he looked down at her in confusion. “Did you ever think about getting back together?”

“No.”

“Come on Vegeta sure you did.”

“No. I am still here for the children, that was my only true concern when our ‘relationship’ ended.” She pouted for a moment, then threw back another drink. “Woman I am cutting you off. I do not feel like carrying your drunken ass up the stairs.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” As they turned to leave the bar Bulma grabbed another shot and drank it.

“I saw that.” Vegeta said without turning around.

“I don’t care.” Bulma stumbled and Vegeta caught her before she hit the ground.

“Topher take her.” He grunted handing the blue haired goddess over to her now giggling fiance.

“Hehehe Topher hahehehaha.” He chuckled out and staggered away with Bulma.

Vegeta sighed and took off his black suit jacket, loosened his navy blue silk tie, and unbuttoned the top button of his navy blue silk shirt. His eyes scanned the room and for what seemed like the hundredth time that night he did not see Asoreia. A pang of guilt stabbed at his chest, he shouldn’t have reacted that way. He hated himself for leaving her, he hated himself for making her talk about that in front of all those people, and he hated himself for running away.

He felt soft delicate arms wrap around his waist, “Bulma I said No.”

“Well that’s good to know that hav have a little bit of self control.” A thick British accent danced into his ears and he smirked. He leaned back against her, “Want to get out of here ’Geta?”

“Please.” She smiled, letting go of him, and started towards the front door.

She let out a small ‘yip’ when she felt a strong hand grab her wrist and she was pulled up against a solid chest. Moist lips caressed her ear and throat. “We’ll get out of here in a few minute. I want to show you off first.” Vegeta’s scratchy voice sent shivers down her spine. She leaned into his embrace and snuggled her head in the space between his shoulder and neck. “I had no right to be angry.”

“You had every right to be angry, I know that is what you wanted most. A Saiyan family. I wanted that too Vegeta. I wanted that so much. Dance with me?” He kissed her lightly on the lips, loving the way her body felt against his.

“We may have to cut tonight short.” She smile and rest her head on his shoulder again as they slowly swayed to The Saiyan Saga’s rendition of ‘Hold On To The Night.”

“Is this the woman you were telling us about Goku?” A screechy voice pulled Asoreia and Vegeta out of their embrace. “She is very short. Look at that even in heals that midget is still taller than her.”

“Chichi don’t she’s my friend.” Goku whined at his ex-wife.

Asoreia walked up next to the taller woman and snarled, “I would watch your mouth. I have destroyed adversaries far stronger than you and laughed at their destruction. Believe me woman Vegeta is an Angel compared to the things I have done and enjoyed.”

Chichi’s eyes grew wide in terror and she took several steps back. “So you are another murderous ape. Great, how many more of these things are going to show up here at my home?”

“Chichi this isn’t your home it’s Bulma’s.”

“That’s not what I meant Goku I was talking about Earth, moron.”

“And I thought I was cruel.” Asoreia smirked, “You probably fit into our race better than he does. Evil runs through you. Trust me I can tell.” She heard Vegeta laugh at the face Chichi made.

“Where’s your three eyed freak of a boyfriend and his bitch?” Vegeta asked, tired of the most recent conversation.

“Right here, your highness.”

Asoreia burst into hysteric laughter. Her face wad and and her eyes watered. “You left Kaki for that. Oh By the Gods what is it?” She kept laughing. She stopped for only a second when Chiatzu walked up. “Look Vegeta a clown.” She went into another fit of giggles. “You do know that it’s not Omnis Cavus Vesper, right?”

“Huh?”

“All Hallows Eve.” Goku added in response to Chiatzu’s quest

“You taught my husband that horrible tongue!?”

“Ex-husband.” Vegeta corrected over Asoreia’s giggling. He smiled when he heard her repeat clown and then add something about the circus in the living room. Chichi huffed and grabbed Tein by the arm, leaving the Saiyans to their laughter. Goku and Vegeta just watched as Asoreia continued to laugh. It was not long before the two of them started to laugh. Seeing the prince laugh made Asoreia laugh even harder. She was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out and her body shook.

It was not until a fist came into contact with Asoreia’s face that the laughing stopped. She looked up from the ground to see Mr. McMichaels standing over her, Goku and Vegeta laying on either side of her. The band had stopped playing and the crowd parted around them. She looked up to his face and saw nothing but fathomless black eyes.

Vegeta jumped up, quickly followed by Goku and Asoreia. The Army commander swung at Asoreia again, only to have her dodge it with a back handspring. Goku swept his feet from under him. Before the army commander was able to hit the floor Vegeta kicked him hard in the stomach, which was closely followed by a roundhouse kick by Asoreia. Goku caught the large man before he landed on anyone in the room. The three of them took the man outside.

Trunks started up the band with “Kung Fu Fighting,” to lighten the mood. Everyone cheered and went back to the party. Trunks smiled, impressed that the big man could knock all three full blooded Saiyans on their asses.

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“Had you wanted a rematch, all you had to do was ask.” Asoreia said as Goku dropped the man on the ground.

“Why aren’t you bleeding, he told me you would die with these new powers?”

“He who?” Vegeta snarled.

“My master.” Mr. McMichaels charged at the small woman, knocking her back a few feet. I wiI will not fight you!” She stood and screamed.

“Then I win I have won the fight! I am Victorious!” They watched as he fell to his knees screaming in pain. His whole body rattled as he wretched. AsoreGokuGoku, and Vegeta jumped back as the flow of intestines flooded from his mouth. Long strands of flesh and blood poured on to the ground and splattered back onto his face. Black smog rose from the growing bile in the yard.

“GET DOWN!” Vegeta screamed as the smog expd ard around Mr. McMichaels. He fell unconscious in the yard face down in his own insides. Goku rolled him over and just stared in horror at the faceless man before him.

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Trunks set his guitar down and announced that the band would be taking a break. He smiled as Pan switched on a radio and ran down to talk to Piccolo. Goten grabbed Bulla and Marron by the arms and walked towards the buffet table. Trunks made his way around to the people he was required to talk to.

He exchanged casual conversation. Pretending to care about what they had to say. “I love this song.” A soft whisper in his ear made him turn around. He was met with big, round, glistening, brown eyes. “Dance with me Trunks.”

He smiled, “Asoreia what about my....” She pressed her lips against his, looping her arms around his neck. He instinctively grabbed her and pulled her closer to his body, deepening the kiss. He felt cold winds sweep around him, rustling his lavender hair. With a soft grunt they landed on his bed.

Asoreia instantly flipped them over, lips moving across his neck as she straddled his slim waist. Her fingers tugged at his black cotton shirt, while his ran up her legs under her dress.

“Asoreia I have wanted this for so long.”

“I know, me too.”

“What about my dad?” He attacked her lips with his, a small moan was swallowed between the two of them as she took one hand to his pants, gently rubbing him through the cloth.

“What about him? It’s you I want. That is as long as this is what you desire.”

“Yes. This is what I desire. I desire you . I want to be yours.” She sat up and cocked her head to the side.

“You pledge yourself to me. To be mine? Oh this is better than I thought.”

A loud thunder crack ripped though the sky rattling the windows, Trunks sat up in bed. “What was that?”

“Oh don’t worry, It was just Mr. chaechaels getting what he wanted.” She leaned down and blew a stream of glistening black smog into his throat. Her body shifted until it was identical to the color of Trunks’ eyes.

“I will get you, your queen.”

“I know you will Trunks,” the deep raspy voice of the Dominus De Cupiditas echoed in the empty room. “But right now, we must plan.” The full length mirror swirled until the glass was nothing more than reflective Jell-o. Trunks gave one last look around before he followed his Sifu in.

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Vegeta finished tying Mr. McMichaels to a near by tree when a bright luminous light filled the sky. “What was.....?”

“Oh Gods Vegeta, Where’s TRUNKS?”



***For those of you who do not know Sifu is like teacher or master. I think its a funny word so I wanted to throw it in there some how. hehe I hope you liked the party. It’s not over but I have to clean the house. So I ended it here. Enjoy. Oh And Jess I love ya Girly. And You already Know what Happens you goober!***