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Mind Rape	By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18434 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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And Dust Rained From the Sky (Part 2 of 3)

Vegeta flew and flew until the Lookout was just a memory behind him. He couldn't have his pride and honor belittled any longer. He had to leave.
Once again he was his only ally; He stood alone against the doubts and ridicule of everyone he knew. He wasn't at all new to this role. The Lookout was filled with fools who believed in wishing their problems away. He believed in a wish once. He believed in immortality. It was a fool's wish-- the easy way out for one too weak to work for their own victory. He knew now that all he needed to believe in, all he needed to trust, was his own strength. He survived off of his own strength. It was what had gotten him this far. It was what had gotten him up and out of The Grove that day...
And it was his own strength alone that would kill Buu once and for all. The others just didn't realize it yet.
Vegeta didn't know where he would fly but he had so much hate and anger burning in his veins that he knew he had to get away from the Lookout and all of its by-standing inhabitants, doing nothing but taking up space, contributing nothing but one more useless body for him to have to refrain from blowing to shreds. He knew that if he stayed in that temple any longer and tried to talk it out with Bulma or work it off in the gravitation chamber, the whole sacred structure would burst from the rivulets of his fury.
She just didn't get it.
Wish Kakarot out? No fucking way.
He passed over a jagged mountain range and decided to do some landscaping.

Bulma sighed to herself as she leaned against the craft. The radar in her hand was humming away. There was no sense in waiting any longer. She had never been a patient woman but at least she'd tried to be a sensible one. She had hoped Vegeta would be more enthusiastic about having such a vital role in the plan or at least cooperative. After all, they were trying to save the world. Didn't he see that? No, he was too caught up in his own pride and an old and tired idea that he somehow still needed to prove himself. To whom? She thought incredulously. As hard as she tried, she really couldn't understand him sometimes. She often chalked it up to him being selfish. Couldn't he see that they were all working for the same thing?
She climbed in the craft and slammed the door behind her.
As Bulma started the engine, she couldn't help reflecting on another Saiyan, one who was anything but selfish. Goku would have helped out, she asserted. Goku would have been here supporting them every step of the way.
But another second hadn't passed before another thought came to her.
No, said the thought. Goku would be away training too. The second it came to her, she knew it to be true.
She sighed, shaking her head. Saiyans.
The craft lifted from the temple courtyard, making the few surrounding palm trees and bushes tremble and whip wildly.

Vegeta stood, panting slightly, in a cloud of dust. He'd spent a good amount of his energy blasting a sizable crater into the canyon and was feeling decidedly more at ease as a result. It was good that he'd gotten outside. Here, he didn't have to worry about accidentally blowing a new sunroof into the temple or about killing one of the many wandering humans they'd collected over the weeks. Dende was too soft, just letting anyone off the street come in. The ancient temple was like a public zoo now.
Vegeta tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in. The air was still thick with dust and stung his nostrils. At some point over the years, he'd begun to associate the dusty scent with battle and it still made him tingle with anticipation.
He did feel a lot better. Maybe being cooped up in the dark heart of the temple had made him a bit crazy. Maybe all he'd needed was some fresh air. He thought back on his last encounter with Bulma and perhaps he'd been a bit harsh. The idea of apologizing to the woman was completely foreign and would never even occur to the prince. However, he did feel a slight dip in his stomach at the thought of how they'd left it.
Nonetheless, next time they saw each other, it would be back to normal. Nothing needed to be said. It was simply the way things were between them. It was a constant that Vegeta took comfort in. He let it be.
He heard a faint buzzing overhead.
He looked and saw in the distance the purple hover craft he'd long associated with Bulma Briefs. He watched it hum along sluggishly, imagining the woman inside. Again, he felt the dip in his stomach. He let it subside.
She was going to fetch the Dragon Balls herself.
Good, Vegeta thought. Save him the time and annoyance. It was about time she did her own grunt work.
The craft got smaller as it glided further away.
Vegeta turned back to the canyons around him. It was no more distinguishable than any other canyon he'd seen on the planet. No matter how many of these things they'd managed to destroy in their many battles over the years, more and more always seemed to pop up. Vegeta had never really thought about it until then, but it was kind of strange.
Vegeta began pacing, throwing swift jabs and kicks into the air, occasionally experimenting with fluid combos. His blood was pumping and his body was fully warmed up. He wanted to be in the zone, fully immersed in the flow of his movement, physically and mentally merged as one. That was when he was most free, away from the torment and rage of his thoughts. But his rebellious mind wandered.
The aircraft.
He didn't see it anymore but he knew it couldn't have traveled far. There was a wisdom in sending Vegeta off on those benal errands, even though he would never admit it to Bulma. It was true, he could handle running into Buu and getting another fierce beating that would confine him to bedrest for a week. He was a Saiyan, it was what they were made for. But Bulma was human like the others-- weak, frail, completely breakable. The idea of being sent on a scavenger hunt was abhorrent to the prince but the admitted risk involved did make him well-suited for the job.
But was there really a risk? Vegeta had not run into trouble with the Buu's unless he went out and sought it, even when they directly crossed each other's paths, there was little more exchanged than words or, more recently, just glances. If Buu wanted violence with him, he could have easily initiated it weeks ago, Vegeta decided. Bulma was fine. There was no danger.
But then why did Vegeta have this deep pulling feeling in his gut?
He turned again in the direction into which Bulma's aircraft had vanished and felt a great and dark power. He knew the power well. He felt it at all times. Although the great power was split into two bodies, Vegeta felt it as one.
As he continued to stare into the distance, eyes unblinking as if in a trance, two figures became clearer. They were flying at such a rate that nearly the same instant they appeared, they were gone again, headed in the direction from which the craft had come, in the direction of the Lookout.
Vegeta almost stumbled when the delayed sound of their speed hit him.
Could they be going...
Vegeta watched and waited as though hoping they might reappear, ease his worries.
They wouldn't be going...
He turned back in the direction of the aircraft. The sky was clear and secretive. Did they cross paths? He didn't know. It certainly looked that way. Vegeta's mind raced as his body was simultaneously pulled in the opposing directions of Bulma's craft and Dende's Lookout.
Cursing himself, he wasted no more time, and set off in the direction in which he'd seen the craft vanish, and from where the Buu's had come.

Vegeta didn't have to travel very far before he spotted the little purple glider grounded in a valley of rocks. He immediately scanned the area for Bulma. He didn't see her.
He descended next to the glider and immediately felt the hollowness of the area. Although the craft was whole, and there was no sign of a crash-landing, Vegeta sensed something wasn't right. He didn't have to call for Bulma to know that she wasn't there, and she wasn't off looking for Dragon Balls either.
There, in the rubble, not far from the craft, Vegeta saw the gleaming metal casing and leather strap of the Dragon Radar. He picked up the discarded gadget and the hollowness he'd felt in the pit of his stomach deepened and swallowed him whole. The situation was settling in.
They had sat dormant for far too long. Something terrible was bound to happen and they'd all just waited for it. Now it had come. He didn't know what it was but he knew it was happening now and that there was no more time to speculate plans.

The sun beat down on the vast courtyard of the Lookout. Children were chasing each other, making games of running around the trees. A group of sunbathers lounged by the edge, looking out onto a misty view of the Earth, miles below. Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were chatting in the kitchen with Chichi while Dende prepared them a snack. Mr. Popo was busy watering his garden on the patio and reinforcing some daffodils that the children had kicked up, when suddenly everything went still.
Mr. Popo couldn't hear the pattering footsteps of the children playing behind him. They had suddenly gone silent. The people lounging on the edge of The Lookout had quieted their youthful chatting. Mr. Popo set down the pot. As his heart began to pound in his chest, Mr. Popo slowly turned to see what had caused the sudden stillness.
Mr. And Mrs. Briefs stopped laughing when they heard a shrill scream coming from outside. It sounded like a child. Chichi ran from the kitchen at once. At first, when she stepped out into the blinding light, she didn't notice anything strange, her eyes darting around. Then she realized everything was gravely still. Where had the scream come from? She ran around to the East side of the building where she saw Mr. Popo was standing still as a statue over his forgotten daffodils. He and the also frozen children where all staring up into the sky. Chichi looked up as well and saw there, blocking out the sun with their unmistakable forms, were Buu and his apprentice. That wasn't all. Chichi noticed a figure struggling in the arm of the smaller one. He released the body and it landed hard on the ground.
The blue-haired woman gathered herself, seething up at her captives. Chichi could see that she was shaking with fear.
"I don't know how you're still alive, but don't worry. That will soon be corrected," Buu said, eyeing Bulma like an insect.
The children saw Chichi as she approached and they all ran to her side, drawing Buu's attention.
Chichi held the children close and was about to instruct them to go inside, but was distracted by a sound that came from Buu himself. She looked up.
The tyrant's form had drifted out from in front of the sun and Chichi had a clearer view of him. He was not the Buu she had been expecting. The excretion of his fledgling had indeed taken a toll on Buu's form. The transformation had left Buu with more of Goku's features than anything else and the Saiyan's physical traits were more pronounced than ever.
Chichi looked in the face of Buu but saw the man she'd married and loved for over two decades. Her eyes began to tear.
"You're supposed to be dead," he said gravely.
Behind her, Dende rushed out with Mr. and Mrs. Briefs in tow to see what was causing the commotion and Buu saw them as well.
"You too!" Buu burst when he saw the Briefs, and almost laughed.
He was silent as he seemed to think of something.
"Oh, Vegeta," he hummed at last. "Such a hero."
He turned to his fledgling who seemed to give him an approving look, then back to the people of the Lookout.
"No matter," Buu sighed, and his voice went low. "You'll all die now."

Vegeta flew as fast as he could but he still felt like he was dragging a mountain. His mind raced and although he didn't have a single complete thought, they were all similarly themed: He needed to get back to the Lookout. He needed to stop whatever was happening.
He felt the dark power growing greater in his chest and he didn't know what it meant.
He was closing in on The Lookout now. He could just see the long narrow post that ran up to the bottom of the temple. He got closer and began to ascend. The post vanished into a thick layer of clouds and Vegeta couldn't see the top where the striped bottom of the temple would balloon out. He rose and rose, but he still hadn't cleared the mist, in fact it seemed to only get thicker. Vegeta was sure he would have passed Koren's place by now. He brought his arm up over his eyes as he hit a particularly thick patch. His nose began to sting.
As his eyes burned and he coughed painfully, it occurred to Vegeta that it wasn't a great grey cloud he was in.
He stopped ascending.
He looked around. The air was still thick with dust but it slowly began to clear. He felt tiny particles of what he now recognized as rock hitting his arms and face like hail. Beside him, the long post became visible and his eyes followed it up until it came to a jagged tip.
The truth of the situation took a moment to strike Vegeta but when it did, it was like a knife in his gut.
Vegeta screamed until he had no more air in his lungs. There was nothing there. Rubble was still falling from the space that once held the gravity-defying temple, but there was nothing more. No living thing remained.
Tears streamed from his eyes and dust clung to them, making dirty streaks down his face.
After minutes, his scream died out and he was left panting with a raw feeling in his throat. They were gone. Dende, Bulma, Krillin, Yamcha, everyone. All gone. The hollowness that had settled in Vegeta's gut was surmounted only by the dark, imposing power he still felt. Buu was still there.
The dust had settled slightly, and soon Vegeta was able to just make out across the clearing the outlines of two forms. They were motionless. More dust cleared and Vegeta was able to make out the pink skin and faces of the Buu's.
They were watching him.
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