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Mind Rape	By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18515 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own or intend to profit from any of the themes or characters taken from the Dragonball Z franchise and used in this story.

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Alone in Buu's World
It was getting dark over the rocky plain. The sun was setting and the battle sight had fallen to a dead stillness.
Buu stood, silent as the battleground, looking over the waste and rubble where a body lay unconscious.
He thought back to the day he had fought Vegeta and tormented him before leaving the defeated Saiyan unconscious in the woods. He had never done that to any victim in the past. He'd never even considered it before that. That day, however, it brought the destructive alien a new satisfaction. He'd told himself it was just the thrill of getting under the haughty prince's skin and conquering him in a way no one else had. It was simple. The prince was cocky and had the nerve to challenge the almighty Buu even when it was clear he would lose. So, Buu dealt with Vegeta in the most effective way he could think of and yes, he'd enjoyed it. That kind of blind arrogance deserved more than a beating and Buu was more than pleased to shake things up a little. Sure, he’d left him alive, but that too was a part of the torment really. Vegeta would have to live and remember that humiliation. And Buu knew, in his vast well of accumulated memories and knowledge, that that was worse than death to this particular opponent.
That, Buu concluded to himself, was why he did it and why he left him alive. Simple as that. He didn't need to explain himself to anyone.
In Buu's mind he saw the Saiyan’s small yet muscular body splayed out and unfurled beneath him. As the mutant penetrated the retching form, shuttering breaths heaved through trembling lips. Buu could taste the sweet covering the convulsing body. The scene was a regular film that played and replayed in the mutant's mind at idle moments, often without his conjuring it. The vision of the proud prince so completely defeated and undone haunted Buu and sparked a fire deep in his gut. The bizarre thrill he felt from seeing the Saiyan warrior like that was greater than any thrill he'd derived from any crumbling structure or burning forest, it was greater than any totaled city or even any planet turned to dust. He realized then what he'd somehow always known, that he did enjoy Vegeta and it definitely wasn't so simple.
No, the Saiyan lay in a heap in the rocks and dust where Buu had left him. His midnight-blue suit was torn, skin smudged with dirt where it wasn't scraped or broken.
How long would he sleep?
A better question yet-- what would happen when he awoke?
Would Buu kill him then? If so, why not kill him now?
He'd hit that knotted tangle in his mind again. It was always a mess of tension when his thoughts moved to the prince. Maybe he out to consult Bow...That was what the fledgling mutant was there for after all. He had no tangles to get caught in, nothing to stop him from carrying out Buu's wishes.
But Buu's mind felt fine. He felt like he was in control! And he felt good! Why should he have to doubt himself in every decision?
He looked at the unconscious prince again. The wind glided over his prone body, rustling his raven hair and flapping the shreds of his wrecked clothes. The scent of the Saiyan was carried over the plane and when it suddenly hit Buu, it was like a punch in the face. It was all the mutant could do but to close his eyes and take it in deeply. When he exhaled, he could not hold in the guttural moan that sang of his pleasure.
The choppy film plaid in his mind again without his consent.
When the wind changed directions, Buu opened his eyes again and licked his dry lips.
There was no denying it.
Buu enjoyed Vegeta. He enjoyed him. It wasn't some mysterious hidden section of his mind that sought to overthrow him-- It was all of him. And what was so wrong with that? Couldn't he enjoy someone? Did he have to destroy everything? Was it so far-fetched that, at the end of a day wrought with destruction and carnage, that all he wanted was a little companionship? Someone to connect with at the end of the world?
His eyes trailed over to where Bow was currently devouring a seagull that had made the mistake of circling over them. He hadn't even bothered to transform it into a food. Buu grimaced slightly.
No, he thought, it wasn't far-fetched that he would crave a certain emotional connection.
Maybe, Buu thought, he didn't have to stress about how he could get around having to kill Vegeta. Maybe he didn't have to kill Vegeta at all. Bow was, after all, a side kick of sorts. They carried on all right. Perhaps they could indoctrinate a Saiyan into their little family.
Buu found he quite favored this idea. He was very relieved to not have to battle himself anymore about what he was going to do about the Saiyan. Perhaps he was meant to do this all along and that's why he'd had such strong, conflicting feelings toward the Prince. Maybe he was never meant to kill him. Maybe Vegeta was always meant to join him.
He realized he would have to explain this epiphany to Bow and that later he would even need to approach the Saiyan and present him with the news.
'Well hi there, Vegeta!' He pictured himself saying, 'turns out we don't have to kill you after all!'
Right.
But then again, he was Buu. He could have what he wanted-- whatever he wanted. And besides, the way Vegeta was behaving before-- the surrender-- made Buu feel like his fantasy wasn’t so far off.
When Vegeta approached him, weakened and beaten, he had a look about him. The small Saiyan looked up at Buu with those glossy eyes that held none of their usual bitter defiance and instead held such naked longing. Then when Vegeta fell on Buu—actually fell on him—Buu didn’t know what to think. Had the warrior been so weakened at that point that he would allow his guard to slip so totally? Did he not expect Buu to react? It was reckless coming from the strategic warrior elite! It could have been a trick, had it not seemed so... trusting.
Buu couldn't deny that it felt good. The evolved mutant had long harbored desires to be close to the Saiyan, to touch him, embrace him. The idea of the prince willingly walking into his arms was-- well, it was unexpected.
For a while, Buu studied the unconscious prince as if suspicious of a possible trap. His eyes trailed along the muscled, mostly bare and tattered physique. Thought Vegeta's breathing was calm and his body limp, his brow remained sternly furrowed and his lips twitched as if the battle continued in his mind.
Buu was late to notice the presence at his back.
“Well,” the presence said.
Bow's deep voice was flat with boredom and expectation.
Buu winced to himself, suddenly feeling annoyed.
“We've been here for some time,” Bow began, and Buu already knew what he was getting at. Vegeta was exactly where he'd fallen and Buu hadn't allowed any sort of tampering with him.
“Yes? So?” Buu blurted out impatiently.
“Well I was thinking,” Bow went on, maintaining his smooth tone and the air of not point out something obvious, “shouldn't we do something about the Saiyan?”
Buu took in a breath and let it out loudly, visibly frustrated.
“Why don't you let me deal with the Saiyan, and you go … find something for us to eat?” He turned to his fledgeling then with a look that allowed little room for argument.
Bow remained silent as he studied his maker. Buu could tell that it was not with satisfaction that his creation turned and took to the sky. At least he would have time to think, Buu thought, for a little while at least.
Buu's eyes trailed Bow until he was securely out of sight. When he was sure Bow was gone, he relaxed a little, feeling instantly better.
He knew he needed to talk to Bow about his plans with the prince but for some reason he was dreading it, as if Bow would think his maker weak or silly for having such an idea. He decided to table it for the time being.
His eyes trailed back to the grounded Saiyan. To his surprise, Vegeta was stirring. Buu quickly strode over to where his opponent lay and knelt at his side.
Without touching Vegeta, Buu leaned in closely to study him.
He couldn't help feeling a fondness for the prince who looked like he wasn't one to be crossed even while unconscious. Buu smiled to himself.
“Vegeta,” he said softly and reached a hand out to gently touch the Saiyan's shoulder, “Vegeta,” he said again.
The name felt like honey on his tongue. He leaned in further. His hand moved as if on its own and trailed a knuckle down the troubled face of the prince. He saw the small lips part and felt himself crane his neck down. Without thinking, he took Vegeta's lips into his own.
Then Vegeta awoke.
Suddenly, two lively hands found Buu's chest and thrust him away roughly.
Buu was so surprised he nearly tumbled over.
Vegeta scrambled to a knee and with a flash of concentration, he threw a close range blast at Buu.
“Wait, Vegeta!”
Buu barely had time to block it but it wouldn't have caused much damage anyway in the prince's worn state.
He tried to calm the prince, holding out both hands and keeping his distance. He called to him again but Vegeta sent another swift blast before thrusting off to the sky.
Buu saw another flash of color shoot by from somewhere behind him and he knew Bow had come back.
Bow went after Vegeta like a dog after a postal truck, like a tiger after a gazelle.
Buu called after the mad mutant but Bow was already zoned in on his target.
Vegeta was just able to come to a stop when Buu’s duplicate appeared directly in his path.
The Saiyan's breaths came hard and he was visibly drained as he hovered, hunched and beaten before his foe.
The second Buu was beaming. His young face grinned back at Vegeta. A bare wildness the prince had never seen, gleamed back at him from the large, dark eyes. He felt the fear mounting in him and backed away from the mutant.
He didn’t back away very far. His back bumped something solid. He didn't know it but he'd back right into Buu who had arrived behind him. Vegeta spun around, grimacing. As frightened as he was and he knew he was, he would not show it and he bore his teeth at the bastards who tormented him.
Buu's eyes did not hold the same chaos as his fledgling's. Instead, there was a calm severity there, something that would have sent foreboding chills down the Saiyan’s back on any other occasion. Today, however Buu was not directing the look at him
“Leave him.” Buu said, and if Vegeta wasn't so deliriously on edge and if it wasn't so dim with the setting sun, the Saiyan would have thought that he saw a flash of fear in Buu's eyes.
Vegeta was to seasoned a warrior to turn his back to either of them so he moved aside to take them both in.
The fire was still blazing in the new mutant's eyes, Vegeta could see regardless of the dying light. But the fledgeling didn't say anything. The grin left his face and he did not look at Vegeta again.
When Buu was sure that the younger mutant’s lust for blood was stifled, he turned his sights on Vegeta.
The look on his face was confusing to the prince and he found himself backing away slightly again.
“Vegeta.”
The alien’s voice was calm and smooth, but did nothing to quell the panic overrunning Vegeta’s system. He instantly began gathering more energy for another quick blast.
Buu's hand reached out.
“It's alright,” he began.
But Vegeta didn't hear it. His ears were pounding with adrenaline. He threw the blinding blast he had been saving at the two foes and took off with the last of his energy as fast as he could.
He wasn't followed.
When the smoke cleared Bow looked to his master, disgust plain on his face.
Buu watched the form of Vegeta shrink and fade into the dark horizon and lowered his arms.
“We'll let him go for now,” he said. He could feel the disappointment radiating from his comrade. He didn't have to look at him to know he was displeased with the distance their prey was gaining.
Buu coulding keep having to stand between Bow and Vegeta this way. It was getting out of hand. And the darkening expression on his comrade’s face told him there was no explaining this away. It was time to explain the new initiative.
It was lucky that Vegeta had depleated his energy back with the Buu’s because he was in such a frenzy, he didn’t even think about concealing his power signal.
Where would he go?
He couldn't just keep flying and flying until the whole planet dissolved around him. He needed some place to think. Some place away. Vegeta looked around frantically and with a spark of luck, spotted what looked like a deep cave in the middle of a rock canyon. Without a second's more thought he darted down into the rocky bluff.
Darkness. All dark. The only light came from the opening he'd come from and it was getting darker outside.
For a long time, Vegeta paced. He ran his hands through his hair and implored himself to think of something.
Finally, he threw himself down against the dimpled rock wall. His arms on his knees, his fingers dug into his hair.
He was still breathing hard. His heart, that seemed to have been beating so fast that it had become one long continuous beat, was just now beginning to slow down.
They hadn't followed him. Was he that fast? Not a chance, he sneared.
Something gleaming in the corner of the room caught Vegeta's eye.
He glanced over and saw the orange gleam of a Dragonball and, dismissing it, turning back to the ground.
This was ridiculous, Vegeta thought rubbing hard circles his eyes, at his energy level right now, he couldn't have possibly lost them. They had to be playing with him? He felt like he'd been stabbed with an adrenaline shot. When he'd awoken to Buu practically on top of him, he’d sprung into action. It had all happened so fast, it was a blur now: The fight with the second mutant; Buu standing off watching him; Buu right in front of him; then darkness, then Buu again; Blasts of energy; the smaller one chasing him-- hadn't Buu said something to keep the other away? Vegeta tried to remember. At the time, he was in such a delirious scrounge for survival, he hadn’t fully registered anything. As he fled the scene, body on autopilot, his mind, like a third party, quietly observed the reality of it. Buu had stopped it. Buu had stopped the other mutant from attacking.
Vegeta lifted his head and his fidgeting stilled.
Distantly, Vegeta’s mind recovered another bit of information his eyes had missed. In a flash, his attention darted back to the other side of the cave, where a red-orange orb sat bare and gleaming in the darkness.
A Dragonball.
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