Sora stirred in her sleep, sighing as she woke.
Feeling a heavy arm over her, she smiled but as she rolled over her happiness turned to horror.
She had thought she had fallen asleep with her love, Piccolo, but to her horror it was Vegeta who slept next to her.
"Oh no," she whispered as tears came to her eyes and the previous night's events came flooding back to her.
They had been sparring to blow off steam as Vegeta wasn't fitting in with his new life as a human. They had been meeting like this for three months, continuously fighting, talking and Sora was forced to listen to him spout off about being the Prince of a long dead race.
The last thing Sora remembered was Vegeta knocking her into a wall and slamming his elbow into her stomach as he rushed her.
Though severely winded, Sora blocked and dodged many of Vegeta's flying fists. She matched him blow for blow and as their fight continued her blood began to boil.
As she swung at him, he grabbed her fist and swung her into another wall but before she could move Vegeta pinned her to the wall by her throat, his fingers like a vice trying to cut off her air supply.
As she fought to release herself she heard a deep growl from Vegeta and he bit down harshly on Sora's shoulder causing her to hiss.
Using his free hand, Vegeta wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing Sora toward him, making her feel his hard manhood against her thighs.
Sora again hissed but it was a hiss of absolute pleasure as Vegeta dragged his tongue over her shoulder.
Sora gasped as Vegeta ripped away her sport bra top, exposing her breast; her nipples fully erect. He set her on the ground, keeping her hands over her head, and ran his free hand over her toned, slim body to her breasts where he kneaded them roughly in calloused hands.
Sora again gasped under his touch as her blood ignited but she hissed when he bit down on the mound.
Vegeta growled as he removed Sora's shorts and his own shorts and then threw her to the ground.
Sora righted herself but Vegeta was again on top of her grasping her about the neck and slamming her to the floor.
The rest of the night blurred into a fury of pain turned to pleasure and when the two had been sated they drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
Sora's heart raced she snuck away from Vegeta and into the bathroom. As she wrapped a shower curtain around her naked body she examined herself in the mirror.
She found herself covered in love bites and bruises but her search did not turn up the mark she had hoped to see after her ordeal.
The Saiyan Mate Mark, the bite that male saiyans left on females to mark them as their own. Sora ran her hands over her shoulders and sadly shook her head, "So I was nothing but a way to let off aggression."
As Sora took to the sky after leaving the training chamber her actions hit and she burst into tears, "Oh Goddess what have I done," she sobbed. "I can never return to him. Oh Piccolo, I'm so sorry!" She then flew off in the opposite direction of home and her beloved Piccolo.
She flew for many miles until she fell from the sky from exhaustion into a wooded area where she stayed weeping.
Piccolo sat quietly in his forest oasis a few miles from Goku's home. The area had long since quieted giving him the peace to meditate as he waited for Sora's return.
He had never liked the idea of her being around Vegeta, "Blood thirsty bastard," before she would fly off.
She always smiled and kissed him, "He just needs a bit of help fitting in. He would never hurt me since he would have you and Kakarot to deal with."
She lifted off the ground slightly to be at eye level to him and placed her hands on either side of his face and brought his forehead to hers, "Besides I seem to remember a certain Namakien whose heart warmed after he found a place to belong."
Piccolo smiled at her and gathered her tightly in his arms, "What would I have done if you hadn't come for me?" and kissed her passionately which Sora readily and happily returned.
Piccolo smiled through his meditation, "How have I gotten here," he thought with a smile.
"My life had been, so I thought, was perfect until I met her," he thought to himself.
It had been six months since his defeat at the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament to Goku. He had gone into hiding in a distant mountain region, contemplating his next meeting with Goku; his father's voice calling for the young man's death.
It still perplexed him that the girl had found him in such a remote place.
He had been meditating when he had felt the presence of a strong Ki coming toward him through the rocky cavern. He reacted by sending a blast of energy at the Ki but was disappointed to see it deflected into the nearby outcrop and more disgusted to find out who had deflected it.
"What do you want," he growled at the woman standing before him.
Sora smiled as she brought her right arm down after deflecting the blast. She then walked to a nearby ledge and sat down.
Piccolo never took his scowling eyes off her.
Brushing her long braid off of her shoulder, she looked at him and smiled. When she spoke he heard the wind on her voice, "Piccolo you are a rare one," she said.
Piccolo snorted and started to walk away.
"Why do you walk away? I want to be your friend," she called.
"Liar," he growled.
Sora shook her head, "You are powerful and to be honest I see greatness in you."
Piccolo growled and continued to walk.
"Piccolo, please stop. I want you to join us. I sense a great power coming and my little brother could use your help."
"They would sooner kill me for what I have done," he growled.
Sora shook her head, "The past is the past. They will welcome you in time."
Piccolo continued to walk but was stopped by a pressure on his arm. Sora had flown from her seat and wrapped her arms around his bicep.
He looked down on her in shock. No one had ever dared to touch him.
He hadn't realized how small she was until now. Her total height only came just below his shoulder and if he were to grab her, his arms would have wrapped completely around her and crushed her but he knew that she could wipe him off the planet with the flick of a wrist.
"You didn't want to hurt those people at the tournament," she said sadly. "I saw the hurt and pain in your eyes."
Piccolo shivered, "You don't understand." He had never had anyone call his bluffs.
Sora grasped his arm harder, "Your father," she said sadly.
He looked down at her, his hard expression softening as he looked into her dark eyes. "Beautiful," he thought. He fell endlessly into her dark eyes. She had crows feet forming at the corners of her eyes from laughter but her eyes were filled with sadness. Her skin was lightly tanned and soft except her hands which were rough and calloused from most likely working and fighting. Her hair was a soft raven-wing black and she smelled of the wind and meadow flowers. He could clearly see the resemblance she had to her younger brother Goku from the shape of her eyes to the set of her nose.
He then realized it had been his father voice, full of rage and hate that called for him to kill when all he wanted to do was belong.
Sora released Piccolo's arm and took his hand into hers, "Piccolo you never had a chance against my brother. He isn't what he seems."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I know what it's like to have someone control your life…Wanting to live your own life but afraid to step out of that persons shadow."
Piccolo relaxed as he realized she did understand.
"If you would let me talk and perhaps if we became friends…the others will come around," she said with a sad smile.
Piccolo contemplated this, "Your name is Sora is it not?"
She nodded.
Piccolo looked at her and nodded, "Yes I will listen but I still disagree about your friends."
The two settled on the ledge Sora had been sitting on and they talked long into the night and many days afterwards.
Sora mostly spoke as she told him of her Siayan heritage, her home planet Vegeta, which she missed dearly, her life as a slave in the service of a being called Frieza and how she came to raise her brother she called Kakarot instead of Goku like the others.
She also gave Piccolo hope that he and Kami were not alone in the universe. "Namekian," Piccolo said, questioning his species.
Sora nodded, "I have only heard stories but from the way you and Kami look and behave…it actually explains a lot."
Piccolo contemplated this, "How might I find these Namekians?"
Sora shook her head sadly, "In all honesty I have been all over the galaxy since I was a child. Namekians are hard to find. They are almost like something from a fantasy story."
"I see," he replied.