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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 3 of 3)
Dust was still falling as Vegeta stared across the void of the former Lookout to where Buu and Bow hovered motionless.
There was a sharpness in Buu's eyes that cut through the dust and the distance and found Vegeta, giving the prince a prickling feeling up his spine. They held each other's gaze in a heavy silence. When Buu turned his head toward his comrade, his eyes stayed on Vegeta's and did not even flutter. It was subtle but Vegeta saw Buu give a slight nod. Bow must have taken some meaning from the nod because a grin spread across his boyish face.
Vegeta's heart, which was already harried, began to build speed.
Bow was moving toward Vegeta.
Buu watched, a malevolent satisfaction in his eyes at what he'd set in motion.
Vegeta barely had time to prepare himself. He felt as though he'd been watching the whole scene unfold as an outside party up to that point. And now Bow was rushing him and he hadn't thought to dodge or move or brace himself until he was sailing downward, having just taken a hard knee to the stomach.
The sadness and pain and aloneness Vegeta felt were all bombarding him at once. The overwhelming emotions settled in his chest like a boulder, holding him down in the dirt and rubble he'd landed in. They were dead and he as good as killed them. The fact wasn't going anywhere. He knew somehow that this truth wouldn't be buried away like the rest. It was going to stay right where it was, open and raw like an infected wound. This loss would never heal. And he couldn't cover it as he'd done so many times before, letting the truth live hidden away within himself, allowing it to to run through his veins and dilute until it became him. It would be different this time, he knew. There just wasn't enough room in the deep dark grave yard of his mind to bury yet another horrible monster. It would always be there on the surface, staring at him. He would always feel the fresh sorrow of it as though it had just happened.
And as he lay there, he felt the pain swell and fill him until he felt like he would burst. Instead, it only spilled over.
Tears pooled in his eyes.
No, he thought, no. They killed them.
He saw Buu and his horrible creation overhead, descending down to him.
Vegeta lifted himself out of the rocks. The weight that had held him down did not wane but he found he was able to bare it.
He looked up and saw the second Buu smiling down at him like a psychotic child.
The sorrow that filled Vegeta began to somehow fade away, making room for the great rage that was now settling in. Vegeta's blood began to boil and his body became a furnace. A fire in his very core roared for vengeance.
All he could see was the mocking grin of Buu's fledgling and the glint in the bastard's eyes. In Vegeta's mind, he could see the horrified faces of the people of The Lookout all being consumed in flame. Vegeta felt the fire consume him too.
In a flash, the Saiyan was in the air and soaring up to meet the mutant.
There was little planning and it showed.
Bow effortlessly dodged Vegeta's barrage of attacks. Lightning quick punches and kicks met emptiness where Bow, still grinning, evaded the enraged prince. Vegeta grew more emphatic in his attacks as Bow matched his speed at every surge of energy. The Saiyan just couldn't connect. He poured more power into his attacks. Bow must have gotten bored with the little dance and suddenly caught one of the prince's fists in his hand.
The movement was so effortless, it caught Vegeta off guard. He stared a moment and the new Buu stared back. Suddenly, the alien's cocked smile widened, revealing his viper's fangs and Vegeta felt the grip on his fist tighten.
The next moment, Vegeta saw nothing but flashes behind his tightly shut eye lids. Pain shot through him from his arm captured in Bow's grasp. Bow was crushing the prince's fist in his hand.
Vegeta screamed. It was so fast, he didn't think to try and pull his hand away or perhaps he didn't try from fear of incurring more pain. Then it was over and a blunt force thrust him backward and he was soaring away like a discarded doll. Bow's kick had cast him a kilometer through the air. Vegeta was just able to catch himself, holding his chest with his good hand. His ribs ached from where the mutant had kicked him.
It occurred to Vegeta that he wasn't at full capacity and that perhaps now was not the best time to confront the Buus. This scrap of wisdom that crept into Vegeta's mind was quickly disposed of as Bow came cutting through the distance straight at him with a half-mad look of childish delight on his face.
Vegeta was just able to dodge the deadly fists that began to swarm him as the distance closed between them. He blocked his head and mid section as best he could from the ones that connected. He saw through the shield of his arms the horrible delight on the youthful mutant's face and knew Bow was just toying with the Saiyan.
Vegeta had been throwing a great deal of his energy into training that morning, and earlier that afternoon he'd worked off a lot of stress blowing away a local canyon. Were he at full capacity, he would fair better, he knew. But as it was, he was not doing well. He would need to do something drastic and fast, he was quickly draining what was left of his energy. He felt however, he might still have enough left to finish the weaker of the Buus. He had to. After that, at least there would be one down.
“What's wrong, Vegeta,” Buu's fledgling asked in his low growl, never ceasing his attacks, “I'd hoped you would be more of a challenge for me. Surely the Prince of Saiyan's has more fight in him?”
Right you are, Vegeta thought.
He took the opportunity to surprise the mutant. Both hands shot out between them and Vegeta released the blast he'd been quietly building beneath his guard.
There was a flash and Bow was swallowed in smoke. Vegeta fired another and another and decided he wouldn't stop until he saw the creature's tattered shreds evaporating into the wind.
The sky was ablaze with Vegeta's unbridled fury. He could see nothing and he took it as a good sign. Never underestimate a Saiyan, he thought. When you think they're down, they've always got more fight in them.
Vegeta was panting and sweating. He let his energy rest. The smoke dissipated and there was nothing more of Bow to behold. Vegeta didn't know he had that left in him. Sometimes, he really surprised himself.
It was as he'd expected. The spawn of Buu was no great challenge. With his intensive training regimen, even in his weakened state, he'd been able to surpass the fledgling. It was as if an enormous weight was lifted off of him. Surely now, Buu could not be so difficult.
As Vegeta began looking around for the creator of his defeated opponent, he began to notice how the wind carried the dust in the air. Particles of the temple still clinging to the atmosphere, he thought with an ache in his chest. But the particles did not follow the wind or even settle. Instead, they began to swarm around him. The specks didn't touch him but formed a barrier so encompassing that everywhere Vegeta looked were particles of matter. Soon, they began fusing together in what appeared to be a large pink sphere forming around him.
Vegeta threw blast after blast at the cascading wall engulfing him, but each blast seemed weaker and less effective than the last. He 'd used up so much energy in his last attack, thinking it would finish the mutant, there wasn't much left to defend himself. He panted and screamed and kicked and punched but his efforts were too weakened and Bow, too swift.
The younger of the Buus had caught him.
Vegeta didn't have time to plan or shout or even fear that he was about to be absorbed. Vaguely, as the waxy skin pooled together, blotting out the last of the light, Vegeta wondered if this was the last thing his fellows saw before they became apart of Buu.
Then the walls of his waxy cage began to illuminate all around him. Every surface was glowing so brightly that Vegeta feared he would be blinded. Then came the blast.
Fully engulfed in the impermeable sphere of the alien flesh, Vegeta could do nothing but take the onslaught of Bow's full and concentrated energy, which was much greater than Vegeta had imagined. The light and energy were well contained by Bow's spherical shell but it did little to muffle the horrific, cracking screams of the Saiyan trapped within.
The brutality dragged on, hidden from sight.
Some minutes into it, Buu had landed on the ground below the scene. His arms were folded over his chest as he looked with detached interest onto the spectacle above.
After some time, the screaming did stop, and the shining pink sphere blossomed open, revealing the limp body of the Saiyan within.
Lifelessly, Vegeta fell from the receding bubble and crashed into the rocky ground below.
When thought eventually returned to Vegeta, he wondered if he was dead. Although dead Vegeta wasn't, he felt nothing. His fingers twitched idly of there own accord. He knew no pain like what he'd suffered in that mutant's cruel embrace. He thought maybe his nerves were now shocked to numbness.
Unfortunately, as Vegeta's consciousness slowly returned, so too did the feeling in his body. When it did, his whole form wretched and he couldn't hold in the sharp cry that was wrung from his throat. All the pain and distress from the horrendous torment his body had endured returned to him, and of all the things that struck him the most, a warm moisture in his eyes shocked Vegeta to stillness. The warmth pooled for a moment, caught in his lashes, then streamed down, tickling his ear.
Vegeta let out a choked sound that seemed to have been waiting in his throat to be released.
Some distance above, Buu's fledgling, in all his glory, was shouting something down at him. Taunting him, beckoning him back up to play.
Distantly, he noted that Bow hadn't absorbed him.
This creation of Buu, that was some mixture of all Buu's collected warriors-- save Kakarot-- was not interested in absorbing Vegeta. Instead, he seemed to revel in letting him exist in torment.
All at once, Vegeta realized that he couldn't beat them. Dende was right. There wasn't enough time. He couldn't win-- not with another month of training, not with another year.
Vegeta lay there looking up at the sky. He saw that dust was still falling from where the temple once stood and the emptiness that now filled it. He could see all the people again. How frightened they must have been. How they probably thought they were protected. Some of them were probably waiting for him to come out and defend them. He wasn't there.
He could see Dende. The young Namekian they'd saved from that planet ravaged by Frieza and Kakarot, who had, somewhere along the way, grown into the wise Guardian of Earth. Oh, how Vegeta wasted the past weeks avoiding the young man when he could have been talking to him, learning from him. Simply sharing the same space with the Namekian had an overwhelming calming effect that never failed to ease whatever burdened the prince. Instead, Vegeta had spent those weeks bitterly avoiding him, shutting him out along with the truth in the Namekian's words.
In his mind he could still hear Dende's calm but assertive voice.
Vegeta, you know what you have to do.
Vegeta inhaled deeply and his eyes drifted shut. He gave himself a moment before lifting his aching body out of the rocks and to his feet. He didn't have to look for long before his eyes locked onto Buu who was also grounded about 50 yards away, content to watch the scene unfold from the sidelines.
Vegeta began walking toward him, his battered body propelled forward only by the enduring strength of his will.
A blast from above sailed down and landed a few feet ahead of the Saiyan, as though Bow had been expecting Vegeta to be moving faster.

Vegeta's deep blue sleeveless top and matching pants where so shredded they were falling off of him. Buu studied the steadily advancing form with some interest despite himself.
With every shaky, jerking step he took toward Buu, Vegeta winced and sucked in air through his teeth.
Buu was transfixed on the sight, unsure of the prince's plan. Vegeta was not powering up for an attack though he might have had enough strength to. He looked to Buu like he was completely oblivious of the grave danger into which he was directly walking. He might have been walking toward his death but he didn't hesitate nor even appear aware of the threat. There was something mesmerizing about it and Buu was so bemused by it that he made no move to back away or strike the Saiyan down.
Vegeta clutched his arm which seemed to be paining him as he continued to trudge on across the plain toward Buu. He ignored the other mutant now as if he were not an imminent threat or even there at all.
Bow must have taken offense. Another shot, presumably only intended to get Vegeta's attention, landed a few yards to the right of the Saiyan. It was not close enough to directly hit him but close enough to get him with some of the blast and knock his weakened form over.
Once again, Vegeta pulled from his storage of will and lifted his body up. He crawled out of the crater caused by the blast and continued on toward Buu as though the other mutant hadn't interfered at all.
Buu could not turn away from the sight.
Vegeta was within ten yards of Buu now and kept advancing as though pulled by some invisible force. He stumbled and nearly fell but recovered and kept going.
the entire top portion of his suit was gone now. His knees and muscled thighs showed through large tears in his pants. Oddly, his Saiyan white boots and gloves were immaculate still.
At last, Vegeta reached the tall mutant and did almost fall then. Buu made no move to catch the unsteady Saiyan but watched him curiously, eyes narrowed as he studied the slighter man.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sound that cut the silence and Vegeta fell to his knees. A swift and well-aimed shot, directed at Vegeta's knee had taken the Saiyan by surprise. The downed man clutched his pierced knee for a moment, grimacing.
Bow did not like being ignored and was making it clear.

Vegeta pushed the pain, with all the rest, to the back of his mind and, with everything he had left, got back to his feet.
As he fought to stand up straight before Buu, Vegeta's body swayed and trembled beneath its own weight. His legs quavered and longed to collapse in on themselves, but the prince's strong mind kept them in check.
He looked so much like him, Vegeta couldn't help thinking. As he looked up into the pink, waxy face of Buu, he was struck by the sight. He stared for a long moment, almost completely forgetting what he was there for. Vegeta hadn't been within such close proximity of Buu for a long time, hadn't allowed it, but he was able to see now, in this critical moment, how much the mutant's appearance had truly taken on the traits of Kakarot. But it was more than that... Vegeta shook his head, and grouped together his thoughts.

Above them, Bow prepared to toss another, less forgiving shot down at the inattentive Saiyan, but Buu raised a steady hand to halt the action, curious to see where this was going.
Finally, Vegeta mumbled something in his weakened, hoarse voice. Buu didn't catch it and dipped his neck slightly to better hear.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said again.
Buu stammered and almost stepped back.
“Kakarot!” Vegeta spat and the name looked more painful to him than the beating.
Bow descended some yards behind them.
“What's he saying?” he called over, amused by the odd sight. He seemed delighted by the possibility that he'd beaten the Saiyan into a delirious state.
Buu took no notice of his comrade but listened to the prince, dumbfounded.
As though the act of speaking the name had taken the last of his strength, Vegeta fell forward. His head and bloodied fists connected weakly with Buu's chest. Buu didn't know how the depleted Saiyan was still standing, but most of his weight seemed to be leaning against the mutant.
Buu was frozen. Of all the things he could have predicted from the Saiyan, this was far from the imaginable. He was uncomfortable, to say the lease. This was a battle ground and the prince was … leaning on him, almost nuzzling him. It was in no way aggressive but Buu still felt he ought to take some offense to the contact. He looked to Bow and saw that fledgling's amusement was completely gone and his eyes now studied them suspiciously. Buu felt himself flush.
How was he to respond to this? Buu didn't know. He did know, however, that had to do something to show Bow that this didn't affect him.
His hands found Vegeta's shoulders and managed to push the slighter man off of him. Holding him somewhat awkwardly at arms length, the mutant examined the Saiyan's face for some kind of explanation. Buu was even more alarmed at what he found. What appeared to be the glistening streaks of tears lined the Saiyan's cheeks. More striking still was the expression on the dirty, weary face.
Vegeta should hate him and want to kill him right now, Buu knew. The mutant had just destroyed all of his loved ones, everyone and everything the Saiyan knew. Everything Buu knew about the volatile man implored him that Vegeta should be wholly engulfed right now with vengeful indignation and fury. And yet, here he was, weakened, humbled... If Buu had to pinpoint it, he would say that Vegeta appeared to be surrendering to him.
Buu had no idea what to do.
Instinctively, the bewildered mutant's mind raked his acquired memories and experiences like a scanner in search of a match, some similar occasion to reference and gather data on how to appropriately proceed. But there was no such memory, no occasion that Buu had readily on file. None but one and Buu didn't see how it was similar, except that in it, Vegeta was also severely weakened, beaten, and crying.
The memory he found was one he'd acquired from the Saiyan, Goku. In this particular memory, Vegeta was bloodied and badly beaten and his armor at the time was holding up little better than it was now. He was on the ground and dying on Namek. He was pleading then as he did now with the name. It was that name again. Buu had no memory before that or since of Vegeta ever allowing himself to become so completely vulnerable. He was pleading to Goku then. He was pleading for Goku to avenge their race and kill the creature who had tormented him for so long. Now he was pleading to Buu, with the name. What was he trying to do?
While Buu was frozen to the spot, Bow alone was struck with a course of action. The younger mutant came forward and seized the prince from Buu's grasp as though Vegeta were a toy, and Bow didn't care whether or not it was his turn to play with him.

Vegeta had become disoriented from the agony his body had endured, which he could no longer ignore. And the submission of calling to Kakarot had been greatly taxing on him. He felt weak in both body and mind. He wanted to be done. He'd done what he was supposed to do. Now he was tired and beaten and he wanted it all to end. But now rough hands were gripping him by the arms, turning him roughly around and promising him no relief. Vegeta felt am overwhelming dizziness.

Bow turned Vegeta to face him and looked into his eyes, looking for what he didn't know. Perhaps he was looking for what had caused his maker to go so silent and still all of a sudden. He stared a long time, examining the prince all over. Whatever he found there wasn't especially satisfying. He lifted Vegeta up to smell his face where the streaks of tears still shone and he took in the salty scent. He found he did find some satisfaction in it.

Vegeta cringed as he was squeezed, his ribs crying out in distress. His vision was going dark and he felt the situation and all of his surroundings quickly slipping from his grasp. The breath of Buu's fledgling on his cheek was one of the last things he comprehended before blacking out. Vaguely, he heard Buu's voice behind him.
“Bow!”
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