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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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Giving In
Vegeta was flying in the direction of the metropolis and would arrive there just a little before mid-day.
It had takin nearly all morning to build himself up and finally make his way to Buu’s encampment.
Dende had to assure him repeatedly that he would be in the Saiyan's head the entire time before the prince would even leave the cave. There was a time when Vegeta abhorred the idea of the Namekian sifting around his mind, but lately, Dende's presence there was the only thing that brought the Saiyan solace. That morning, however, Dende’s voice had been a source of great frustration. The two had argued at great length.
“I am not The Guardian of Earth, it's not my responsibility to protect this planet. I must protect myself!”
Dende agreed, to Vegeta's agitation.
“Don't you see what he would do?”
The Guardian was silent.
“You've seen it,” Vegeta continued, “you know...” he couldn't say it.
Vegeta didn't have to finish, “Yes, I know,” came Dende's soft voice.
“And you would have me do this... even knowing what will happen, you would have me go to him. This is what you want?” Vegeta asked genuinely. There was no bite in his tone. He wanted to hear Dende's answer because he knew, whatever it was, that he would do what the Namekian asked of him. Maybe he always would have done what the Namekian told him. There was no one in the universe, the prince had come to realize, that he trusted more. He knew at that moment that if Dende asked him to go to Buu, he would do it.
But he needed to hear it.
“Vegeta,” Dende said, and his tone was heavy, the way it was when he was no longer consoling Vegeta, but telling him something he needed to hear whether he wanted to or not, “I am your friend, you know that.”
Vegeta's eyes fell closed.
“But I am,” Dende continued, “above all things, The Guardian of Earth. This is what needs to be done to save the planet. It is what I ask of you.”
Vegeta felt warmth brimming behind his eyelids and felt the small stream run down the sides of his face. His fist, that had been solid stones at his side, began to crumble.
Nothing more needed to be said.
Now, Vegeta was flying toward the camp of the Buus.
“Remember,” came Dende's voice in Vegeta's head, like an invisible companion as the Saiyan drew nearer to the ominous meeting spot, “keep calm, and do not attack unless they strike first. I doubt they will, but please do your best not to give them a reason.”
Vegeta was clenching his jaw so hard, his teeth began to ache.
“And do not raise your power,” Dende added, “I know Buu will not easily resort to harming you but the other one...is not so predictable. It's best not to do anything that might provoke him.”
Vegeta had been silent the entire flight. It had taken all of his will to get him this far. He couldn't believe it had come to this. If Dende's voice had not been coaxing him along like a parent dragging an obstinate child, Vegeta likely would have turned back several times.
The Guardian's voice droned on, lecturing him. Vegeta had stopped listening at some point. When it came down to it, how much good would it really do? When Buu was staring him in the face, grinning with his fangs and dark pools of eyes, would Dende be able to stand between him and the terrible things the mutant's twisted mind could think up? What advice could the Guardian offer him when the Saiyan was pinned between two Buus, a mere puppet to their their whims?
This was madness.
He was delivering himself to the monster. Like a gift. He could have worn a bow and it would not have seemed out of place.
He should be finding a way off the planet to join the others…or training-- not walking right into their welcoming claws.
Vegeta's body tensed as he flew, every atom in his body imploring him to go the other way. His power level was steadily rising like heat from a kettle on high. Steam would soon be bursting from his ears. In a distant corner of his mind, Dende was speaking in fast, frantic tones to him but the fuming Saiyan could not hear him.
Vegeta was so blinded by his disconcertion that he nearly flew right over Buu’s encampment. Dende’s voice finally broke through the fog.
“It’s there, Vegeta! You’re above the camp!”

Below, Buu had not missed the prince. In fact, he had been waiting for him. Since the day before, when Buu had returned from a visit to the Saiyan, he had been standing like a statue in the very spot and did not divert his full attention from the East skies for even an instant.
When the navy-blue clad Saiyan came into view, an inexorable grin spread on the mutant’s lips.
Bow, who had been lounging around all morning in a dark mood that was becoming more and more typical of the fledgling, did not rise from his reclined pose. Only his dark eyes moved as they followed the descending form. A slight slackening of his jaw was the only hint to an aroused interest.
Vegeta’s hair, flapped in the wind as he dropped to the dirt clearing where the Buus had “made” their home.
The obvious excitement in Buu’s entrapped features was a discomfiting welcome to the prince. Even given the wide berth of distance between the tall mutant and where Vegeta had landed, the Saiyan could still feel the excitement radiating from Buu in rivulets. Buu’s exuberant state was made even more apparent by its stark contrast to the lounging fledgling behind him, who seemed to have barely registered the Saiyan’s arrival.
Vegeta wasn’t complaining. He was glad to not be the target of the deranged mutant’s sights. It was bad enough having to feel the enduring eyes of Buu clinging to him. Vegeta had felt it even before landing-- even before nearly passing over the clearing. Had he felt it before even nearing the encampment? Was that what had gotten him so on edge?
Now Buu stood there taking him in with all his attention, as if his eyes could reach out and touch him. The gaze was so intimate, so knowing that Vegeta could barely meet it. He couldn’t help the urge to turn is head from the prying eyes, but Dende’s voice rose in his mind warning him to conceal his discomfort.
“You don’t want to insult them,” he said evenly, “you need to gain their trust.”
Vegeta did his best to hide his revulsion but when the mutant spoke his name, he felt the bile rising in his throat.
“You’ve come,” Buu’s voice was airy and buoyant and reminded Vegeta of a party host, welcoming a guest.
The other, reclining on a stone nearby, could not appear less impressed.
“I wasn’t given much of a choice,” Vegeta called back and it was the truth. Buu hadn’t elaborated on what ‘we’ll find you,’ meant but the Saiyan was certain it would not be a friendly phone call.
Buu laughed openly.
“Yes,” he said with a broad smile, “I may have been a bit blunt. But nevermind. You’ve made a decision then?”
The idea that Buu thought Vegeta still had some sort of say in the matter was infuriating to the Saiyan. Of course Vegeta was accepting. They both knew who was the strongest there, it wasn’t as if Vegeta could just politely decline his offer and the Buus would just let him stroll off the premise. The charade was pointless and humiliating. They knew exactly why Vegeta was there. It seemed Buu wanted to hear it.
“I accept you’re offer,” Vegeta submitted, biting back the grimace.
Buu’s smile waned. He looked almost shocked.
There was a long pause and Vegeta almost rolled his eyes.
“I will join you” he clarified, fists clenched at his sides.
It was done. Let the flood come.
Buu was speechless. The unearthly elation returned to his eyes. He turned back to the hut suddenly to regard his comrade, as if seeking someone to share in the joyous moment.
The fledgling, however, was uninterested in sharing in his maker’s joy and let his attention go to a passing bird. Buu was not deterred by the other’s lack of enthusiasm and turned back to the Saiyan.
“Is it true,” he asked cautiously.
Vegeta bit his lip. “Yes,” he spat, “that’s why I’m here.”
Buu could not believe it. He looked back again at his comrade for validation, but Bow was picking feathers from his teeth.
Buu looked at Vegeta. A genuine smile claimed his lips.
He moved toward the Saiyan.
Dende had been curiously silent the whole time and Vegeta would have taken it to mean that the parental Namekian had trusted him enough not to butt in, but then he remembered a hazy bit of advice Dende had given him on the flight there. The Namekian had warned him that if Vegeta got too stressed or shut himself off, their connection could be blocked.
Suddenly panicked, he tried to clear his head.
Buu was crossing the clearing.
Vegeta steeled himself.
Buu stopped a few paces in front of the Saiyan and Vegeta could see clearly now what he had dreaded about every interaction with the mutant. He had landed a good distance from the encampment partly for caution but also to put off this terrible closeness. He hadn’t noticed it yesterday because the mutant did not approach him. Now it was so clear. He had not prepared for this.
His face...
“Vegeta.”
Nose…
Buu’s large, pink hands came up and clamped on the stilled Saiyan’s shoulders.
Mouth…
“You’ve made me so happy today, Prince.”
Kakarot…
“Welcome to our family,” Buu said, smiling broadly with his stolen features.
Vegeta would not have thought it possible, but somehow Buu looked even more like the absorbed third-class Saiyan than last he’d seen him. How could it be? His chest ached with the urgency with which his heart pounded within it.
“Bow, say hello to the newest member of our family,” Buu called behind him.
Bow burped up a feather.
“He is one of us now,” Buu said, but it sounded like it was meant more for Vegeta to hear. Idly, a clawed thumb traced up the Saiyan’s neck.
Vegeta strained to keep his breathing level.
“You’ve chosen wisely, Vegeta.”
“As I said,” Vegeta choked, finding his voice. The unwanted thumb now grazing his ear was a welcome distraction to the overwhelmingly familiar creature filling his vision, “I had no choice.”
Buu’s smile did not waver, nor did he remove his hand from the Saiyan’s shoulder.
“Always fighting for fighting’s sake, Vegeta,” Buu doted, taking a step forward, “but you won’t fight anymore, will you?” Their chests were nearly touching.
Vegeta tried to shut out the weight of the red eyes baring down on him. Calm down. Calm down. He tried to focus anywhere else but on that face and body that were so strikingly similiar …he scanned the area and found the lounging mutant a small distance behind Buu. He noticed that the fledgling’s eyes were now wholly focused on them.
Buu caught the tension in the Saiyan’s flickering gaze.
“Bow will not harm you, Prince,” he soothed quietly, leaning into the slighter man, “you don’t need to worry about him anymore,”
Vegeta almost growled but only grit his teeth. Despite how decisively he’d lost the last—two—battles with the other mutant, of the two Buus, he was not afraid of what the other— what Bow would do to him. It was Buu who rattled the Saiyan.
“I know,” Buu said at last, struck with an idea, “come with me.”
Sliding a hand to the Saiyan’s lower back, Buu led Vegeta away from the open clearing and Bow’s watchful gaze.

Buu took Vegeta for a tour around the property, and only when the mutant’s hand left his back did the Saiyan begin to breath normally again.
It was a white, cement-like mold that made up the alien structure. Vegeta knew it wasn’t really cement, but something the mutants produced themselves. The hut was large, rounded and oddly shaped over-all, but had recognizable doors and windows and appeared to have a smaller second story.
Buu was telling him about how long it took to build their “house” and the many varying rooms inside. The Saiyan responded scarcely and with only subtle nods. He took this time to ground himself and steady his mind.
Buu was relaying a “funny” anecdote about when Bow had thought it would be a good idea to use bodies as walling and Buu came back from an errand to a find half the house constructed of stacked corpses. As he laughed broadly, Vegeta suddenly heard another voice.
“Can you hear me? Vegeta?”
It was Dende.
Vegeta was so startled he almost looked around for the source, but caught himself before Buu could notice.
“It’s alright,” said the Namekian, voice now coming in clear, “that’s it, just relax. I think we’re connected again. If you want to communicate with me, just think it—don’t speak.”
Dende, Vegeta thought, where did you go?
“I must have been blocked out." Dende said, "it’s alright, I was with you the entire time. You did very well. Just try and stay calm or we’ll lose the connection again.”
Vegeta breathed deeply and did feel comforted. He was not alone now.
What do I do?
“You’re doing very well. It’s going great. He seems to be very comfortable.”
Wonderful, Vegeta thought, almost guffawing aloud, I’m glad he’s having a good time. I’m about to have a heart attack.
“Just go along with it.”
Buu led Vegeta to a sizable lake behind the camp. He explained that it was not a real lake, that he and Bow had wanted one and so created it. They’d blasted a large crater and went to the ocean. Buu began to smile as he described how they sucked up thousands of gallons of water until they nearly burst. They couldn’t fly very fast with all the water so they just inched along all they back to the camp. He laughed as he mused that they probably looked like giant pink blimps to anyone who spotted them below. Then he caught himself and said, “at least anyone who could have seen it was already dead,” and laughed uproariously again.
Vegeta was done with the tour. If he was on the right track to beating Buu, why did it feel like he was accomplishing nothing?
“Well, now what?” He asked suddenly. It was the first he’d spoken in some time and Buu, who was kneeling next to the water, looked almost startled.
“I’ve joined you,” Vegeta said, “Now what?”
Buu watched him a moment.
“We do what we want,” he said simply, standing to face the stern Saiyan.
Like a child, Vegeta thought and almost rolled his eyes.
“What of the Earth?”
Buu thought a moment and shrugged.
“Destroy it,” he said simply. He hadn’t really thought about it honestly but he said it anyway because he knew it would ruffle the prince. And he so enjoyed seeing Vegeta that way.
Vegeta’s arms were crossed so furiously that there could be bruises on his chest.
“Calm,” came Dende’s voice in his head.
Buu took a step toward the Saiyan. Forgetting the lake, he turned his attention fully on his new companion. Vegeta was tense in every sense of the word and Buu knew he was biting back a remark.
“Do you oppose this plan, Vegeta?” he asked and his tone was bating. He moved closer to the Saiyan, who would not meet his eyes.
“Easy, Vegeta,” Dende soothed.
Vegeta eased his breathing.
“Vegeta,” Buu called and he was standing in front of the slight Saiyan, neck craning down to read his strained expression, “Vegeta?”
“No,” the prince said at last, looking up at the mutant.
Buu drank in the dark eyes and the resistance that fell from them. He moved into the Saiyan’s space and with a clawed finger lifted Vegeta’s chin effortlessly.
Vegeta stilled himself.
The look Buu gave him then was a look of ownership. It was a look that stated simply that he had every right to lean in and smell Vegeta's neck; he had every right to slide a knee between Vegeta's thighs; he had every right to glide his hand under the prince’s shirt and grasp his hip.
Buu was breathing hard now, though he hadn't exerted himself. It was out of excitement and anticipation. He had been holding something back for so long and now that he was allowing himself this forbidden treat, it was almost overwhelming for him.
Vegeta could hear the distant echo of Dende's voice telling him not to fight. The knee between his thighs grazed his sex and Vegeta took in a sharp breath. His fists trembled at his sides.
He’s…He’s going to--
“It’s alright, Vegeta,” Dende’s soothed.
“So lovely,” Buu’s fangs glided down his neck.
Don't you know what he will do!
Buu pulled away, examining the Saiyan.
Vegeta realized he had responded to Dende aloud.
“What was that, Prince?” the mutant eyed him with the concern of a doting lover, and lifted a hand to brush against his perspiring forehead.
Vegeta's breathing came forced and his whole body strained to hold in some urge to either fight or flee-- he was not sure now which.
He met Buu's eyes and winced.
“You are always so tense, Vegeta,” Buu was now smiling. As if forgetting the Saiyan’s outburst, he went on conversationally. Through Vegeta’s embarrassment, he was relieved at least to have postponed more of Buu’s advances,
“Always,” the alien continued, “What can I do to make you more comfortable here? I've emptied the planet. It is all ours. I know a conqueror like yourself can appreciate that.”
“Appreciate that” Vegeta gritted out and he strained to keep his face expressionless, remembering Dende’s warning.
Buu's fanged smile broadened, “Well, yes! And we can do the same to the next planet, and the next. Until the whole universe is ours!”
When Vegeta didn't look as excited as he'd expected, Buu's smile faded a little, “Wouldn't you like that?”
There was a time when Vegeta would have liked that very much. That time had long passed however and he wasn't the same Saiyan anymore. Though it stung a bit to admit, living on Earth had changed the ruthless warrior, softened him.
“I'm fine here.” Vegeta grumbled.
Buu studied the prince with confusion reading across his face. Suddenly he laughed. “Oh, my contrary Saiyan," he said smiling, "I would be disappointed if you came along quietly.”
There was so much fondness in his voice and his eyes that Vegeta had to turn away from it. It was then that Buu’s hand came back to cup his face.
Buu was leaning in again.
Vegeta was so tired. So tired. He was pulled from all sides. Suppressing every instinct, every urge, he was hiding in a mask when he should have been fighting. He was a warrior. But this was a battle he could never win. He was hopeless and alone and desperate and tired.
And their lips met.

Buu let him go.
It was dark now and Bow was watching from the house as the Saiyan flew away.
Vegeta declined to stay with the Buus in their camp and Buu reluctantly and surprisingly allowed it, given that the prince come whenever summoned and never resist him.
Though the Saiyan was gaining distance from the camp, Buu felt that Vegeta was more close than he’d ever been before. Vegeta was his now. There was no more tugging within Buu, no more internal battle. This was right. This was how it was meant to be.
A dark presence at his back reminded him that he did have another, more domestic sort of battle on his hands now.
He turned back to the hut and met the dark, disapproving gaze of his fledgling and advisor.

Vegeta was flying back to the cave.
Dende’s voice had followed him for much of the flight but eventually quieted as if to give Vegeta space. The prince didn’t mind. He wasn’t really hearing much of the message anyway. He had caught a strange tone behind the words though. Dende had been appraising Vegeta for a job well done but there was an odd twinge in his tone. Apologetic almost. The Guardian knew what he was asking of the Saiyan, what Vegeta was doing for him, and it hurt him too.
Vegeta understood. He didn’t need to hear the “sorry” and it would probably just slow him down anyway. It was best to just get the job done with. Complete the mission, they would discuss it after, if at all.
But he still felt sick.
As time went by, Vegeta found that this alternative plan was costing him a great deal more than anyone had predicted. Wishing Kakarot out was looking more appealing by the day.
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