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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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The Proposal
The air was humid and carried the heat like a sponge.
Vegeta tried to remember the location of the cave as he drew nearer to the jagged canyons. Dende's Lookout had always been a faithful landmark for him but it was gone now. His eyes instinctively found the dusty spot in the sky where the great temple once stood. The jagged-edged pole on which the temple once perched still jutted out uselessly into the atmosphere, but now had nothing to connect to. It was shorter than it was when he'd last seen it. It was slowly breaking off as if it was the Temple that held it there and not the other way around.
Vegeta tore his eyes away from it.
He still felt a stinging pain in his chest when his thoughts drifted to The Lookout and its preventable last moments. Dende had told him it was inevitable, that it was only a matter of time until Buu payed them a visit, but still Vegeta felt responsible. He wasn't there. The last Saiyan and Z fighter and perhaps now Earth's only hero, had run off to get some alone time.
Vegeta cursed himself.
It did ease his burden a measure however when he learned not long after that the Guardian lived, along with a handful of the Earthlings, having been transported by Dende at the last second to a distant planet, far from Buu's detection.
There were still countless others who had met their fiery ends at the hand of the merciless mutant though and Vegeta bore the burden of that knowledge constantly. But now wasn't the time for mourning. Now was the time for action, and Vegeta had made his decision.
There were two weights tugging at his pants, the weight of the Dragon Radar and the marble heaviness of a second Dragonball. That morning, the Saiyan had made his steady way back in the direction of Bulma's abandoned aircraft to retrieve the discarded Dragon Radar. It was vaguely in the same direction as the Buu's but Vegeta flew at such a subdued speed that he hoped he would not draw attention to himself. He felt nearly as weak as he had the day after The Grove. He doubted he could manage flying much faster if he wanted to. Luckily, he ran into no one. When he'd finally found the grassy forest where Bulma's craft had landed, he saw the discarded radar beeping away rapidly. Bulma must have been closing in on the next Dragonball when Buu found her.
Now, Vegeta flew back to the cave with both Dragonball and Radar in hand and there was still no sign of the Buu's.
He hadn't seen them in days in fact. The day after the battle, Vegeta journeyed back to the toppled remains of Capsule Corporation to locate some more of his clothes. Luckily, the Saiyan's specially designed training suits were not so easily destroyed, so he found them in good condition and took as many back to the cave with him as he could carry. He was sure that day that he would run into at least one of the Buu's, but he didn't then either.
Landing lightly in the dimly lit cave, Vegeta set the second Dragonball down with little care next to the first. His eyes darted back to the Radar without a second look back at the dismissed orange orbs.
The Saiyan was ready to complete this task. The less time he spent thinking about it, the better. He knew the more he reflected on what he was doing, the more he detested it. He had to do it though. As much as he hated the idea of wishing out Kakarot instead of beating him, the alternative was far more repulsive. He would avoid Buu and his freaky fledgling at whatever cost.
Vegeta zoomed out on the radar screen. The next two Dragonballs were located not too distant from each other in a large body of water nearly 2,000 kilometers west of there. He guessed he would make it there and back by nightfall if he quickened his pace slightly. He didn't like to think about it, but the idea of being out after nightfall and not knowing where the Buu's were made him anxious. They hadn't made an appearance in a few weeks and he knew it wasn't in Buu to just leave the Saiyan alone.
He set out for the next Dragonballs.

The body of water was actually a very large lake and the heart of it was deeper than Vegeta had anticipated. The first Dragonball was easy enough to locate and was lodged in some rocks near the shore. The next was more difficult and seemed to have sunk to the bottom. He had to come up for air three times before he was able to locate it. It was gleaming and otherworldly in the black pit of the lake. Its alien glow was nearly hidden by the slowly swaying weeds covering the lake bed.
It was mesmerizing and beautiful and Vegeta felt stirring in his belly a long forgotten thrill that once claimed him when he looked upon the magical orbs. It left quickly though when the face of the Earth Saiyan flashed his mind.
He tore the glowing orb from the twisted reeves that seemed to cling to it covetously. Large fish and other mysterious creatures of the deep began to stir as if awoken by the movement of the Dragonball. They sprung from their dark holes and tried to block Vegeta's ascent back to the surface. They snaked and lunged but, while they would have given an Earthling adventurer trouble, Vegeta avoided them easily enough.
He broke through the surface of the lake with a deep sigh, and glided to the shore. Four down.
He landed and seated himself in the sand. The sun was setting on the other side of the great, expansive lake. He watched it, catching his breath, but, for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel rushed. It was so quiet.
As he began to relax, Vegeta thought that it even looked beautiful.
“Should I leave it for you, Prince.”
The Saiyan turned suddenly and saw Buu leaning against a tree. He rose to his feet at once.
“The sun, I mean,” the mutant continued casually, “I'll leave it there, if you enjoy it. If I turn everything else in this dull universe to ash, that sun will be left for your enjoyment alone. I promise that.”
Vegeta didn't register the words and his eyes darted from Buu to the many trees behind him as if someone else would emerge from them next.
“My fledgeling is not here,” Buu replied, noticing the shifting gaze, “and he won't bother you anymore-- unless I say, “ he added with a small grin, “only kidding. We both agree it's not nice to bully a potential friend.”
Vegeta's eyes stopped scanning the perimeter and he focused on Buu, confusion growing clear on his hostile features.
“Yes,” Buu said, noting Vegeta's measuring gaze, “hard to trust me.” He looked down and seemed to be kicking at something, and when he met Vegeta's eyes again, there was an imploring sincerity there that caught the Saiyan off guard. “We are very alike, you and I,” he continued, “I think it's time we stopped fighting each other.”
Buu kicked off of the tree and Vegeta braced himself for an attack. But the passive mutant only turned and withdrew back into the woods.
“Think it over,” he called over his shoulder, “you'll find us outside of your metropolis.” He stopped a moment. “Oh and Vegeta, you have until mid-day. If you don't show, we find you.”
And Buu was gone.
Vegeta hadn't even sensed him.
The Saiyan could have howled in frustration and he would have if he didn't fear the mutants was still nearby.
Did they always know where he was? And what was he saying? A potential friend?
Vegeta was in the air with the radar and Dragonballs and heading back toward the cave. Then he stopped, frozen above the treeline.
Did they know where the cave was too?

“Dende!” He shouted, hurling both Dragonballs into a corner of the cave with the other two, “What do I do now, Guardian!” he voice was a roar that echoed off the jagged walls and howled into the night.
“Dende!” He hurled a fist into a wall and made a meteoric crater where it hit. “What is your counsel for this, Namekian!” His fists were clenched and his power rose up around him, threatening the rock walls.
A small and steady voice eventually answered him and it sounded like it came from the end of a long hallway. “The decision has been made for you,” it said.
“What,” Vegeta spat incredulously at the bodiless entity, “you're damn right! What about the Dragonballs? What about wishing Kakarot out? You were all so damn certain!”
“We were not quick enough, Vegeta,” came the solemn voice, "I'm sorry."
“Too late,” Vegeta hissed. The Guardian's unshakable calm only served to infuriate the Saiyan more.
“Listen, Vegeta,” Dende began.
“No!” Vegeta roared, “I am through listening to your advise! Your advise has gotten me here. They know how to find me! There is no hiding from them any longer. I have until mid-day tomorrow before I have to face them again, do you understand? What can you possibly tell me now?”
“Vegeta,” The Guardian said, voice rising to the antagonizing Saiyan, “you fear this and you dread this but it is always what had to be done. You alone can beat Buu. You must face him, though you do not want to. It must be done. It was always what had to be done.”
Vegeta went still and his power fell.
“I will be with you.” Dende added, and he did sound sorry.
Vegeta sank to the ground.
Buu sat with his legs propped on a block of rubble. Rolling three stones around in his hand, he watched the sky and waited for the sun to rise.

Buu sat with his legs propped on a block of rubble, rolling three stones around in his hand. He watched the sky and waited for the sun to rise.
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