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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 Courting
When Vegeta woke up, his eyes roamed the darkened cave. It was mostly bare except for a folded stack of spare clothes, a mattress he'd scavenged from the nearest city and the three Dragonballs in the corner.
Every morning since Buu's rise to power, the Saiyan had woken up with a start, jogged from his sleep by an urgent sense of purpose. It was the same this morning. He instantly felt a pulling in him, like he should be doing something. Searching for Dragonballs, training, something. When he slowly remembered that the Dragonballs were no longer in the equation and the reason why they weren't, Vegeta felt like he could lay back down and close his eyes again.
It had been three days since Vegeta accepted Buu's offer to join their side and the mutant in turn had let him go. Since then, it had been three consecutive mornings of waking up with a purpose, remembering bitterly, and sinking back into a fitful repose as if the day had lost all promise.
Vegeta hadn't gone back to the camp since accepting Buu's offer. Buu hadn't given him another deadline and it was the only outcome of that meeting for which Vegeta was thankful.
It was unexpected and out of nowhere. After all the stress and effort Vegeta had put into avoiding the mutant, Buu simply let him go.
He still remembered the disorienting last moments of their encounter:
Vegeta had been so emotionally worn out from stifling his every impulse that he didn't fight. Dende consoled him in his mind as the mutant held the Saiyan's compact frame against himself.
The contact— the kiss— had not lasted long, but when Buu pulled away, Vegeta was somehow more exhausted. He'd felt disarmed.
"Do you still feel you have no choice here," Buu had whispered against his lips.
Hidden by the trees next to the lake, it was like a stolen moment. Buu intended to take advantage of their privacy from Bow since he didn't know how long it would last.
"Between joining you and death?" Vegeta groaned, eyes still closed.
Buu stared.
"Then it's not really a choice." The Saiyan pushed vainly against Buu's chest to give them some distance. Buu let up only a little.
"It is a choice, Vegeta," the mutant said, "don't you understand? All that I've done here, it's for you? This hut, this lake, everything—it's for you? We are at your disposal."
Vegeta looked around the meticulously plotted place: the grey, rounded hut made of the mutant's cement-like excretion; the lake that Vegeta now knew was carved by some large explosion; the empty planet that had been picked clean of its people. The monster had done it all, for him?
"Yes, Vegeta," Buu answered without Vegeta even asking, "what would you have me do?
Vegeta studied Buu and the sudden naked eagerness in his crimson eyes. The mutant was no longer playing the cold, stoic leader for his ever-looming minion. It was only the two of them now and Buu was laying himself bare for Vegeta's judgment. The desparation in the black and red eyes was almost suffocating.
"Please," Vegeta said, in his low, hoarse voice. Buu had to keep from craning his neck in eagerness to hear what his prince would ask of him. "Let me go," was all he said. There was no anger, no hate in his small voice. The exhausted Saiyan could hardly bring himself to meet the eyes of the man who'd beaten him.
The Prince was so docile now, Buu thought as his eyes glided over the slighter man. His head slightly downcast, his posture curled and submissive. He looked misplaced and frustrated. A prince who lost his throne.
Buu's head swam with images of the Saiyan surrendering to him in the grove. His voice sounded the same then. He hadn't met his eyes then either. The memory brought a heat to the mutant.
"Alright, Vegeta. We will give you time. But trust that we won't wait long for you."
When Vegeta had flown away from the plot, he was exhausted and numb. He was so at odds with himself that he felt like he wasn't there at all. Like an apparition, he watched the scene from afar as an apathetic and detached third party.
It was still a shock when Vegeta remembered it, but in the end it wasn't really all that strange for the mutant to just release him like that.
While Buu had specified no date or time by which Vegeta had to return, there was an unspoken understanding, an invisible contract which stated plainly and simply: Vegeta belonged to Buu now. And no matter how distant the Saiyan kept himself, it was still a fact, and Buu was not obligated to respect his privacy.
It was perhaps this inevitable realization (and no small amount of prodding from Dende) that brought Vegeta back to the Buus' camp three days later.
He felt the familiar numbness settling into his core as he approached the clearing and he welcomed it like an old friend.
Buu's smiling face beamed at him through the paneless window of the large hut and soon after the mutant was outside greeting him.
The hut's other occupant, whose face also peaked out from the darkened window, did not come out and Vegeta was not offended.
Buu didn't embrace Vegeta like it looked like he was bursting to do but instead clapped his hands together and said, "shall we take a trip?"
Buu's fledgling didn't join them as they flew away from the clearing and Vegeta failed again to feel any disappointment from it. The slighter and more easily riled mutant did not seem as pleased with their new union as his maker did. That made two of them.

They went to a beach not far from where Vegeta had found the third Dragonball four days earlier.
Vegeta spoke as little as he could get away with. While "unsociable" was an large understatment of what he was feeling, he remembered Dende's warning not to insult the mutant with uncooperativeness.
Incidentally, the Namekian hadn't said a word since Vegeta had arrived. He'd given his customary pep talk that morning and all the while Vegeta was flying to the camp, but that was the last the Saiyan had heard from the needling overseer.
Dende's absence was not due to any panic or anxiety in Vegeta, which The Guardian had warned him could cloud and disrupted telepathic connection the way a storm disrupts a radio transmission. Actually, Vegeta had been quite calm all day. It did help that Buu hadn't gotten too near to him and certainly hadn't tried to kiss him again, which Vetega was so relieved about that he even commented to the mutant less scarcely than usual. If speaking to the incessant alien kept his amorous advances at bay, then Vegeta could make the sacrifice.
It wasn't so difficult really. It wasn't as though they were talking about anything profound or personal.
Buu didn't seem interested at all in talking about what had happened between them in the grove, nor did he bate the prince with prying questions like he'd done that day. It was all light and insubstantial banter. Truthfully, Vegeta found it almost dull. He was actually surprised when Buu began leading them back to the camp after only a few hours on the beach. Was that all he'd wanted? To stare at the ocean while making innocuous small talk?
They landed at camp and Vegeta didn't see the other mutant. It had become a cautionary practice for Vegeta to scout the area for the fledgling's position every time he breeched the perimeter of the camp. He'd become very wary of the unpredictable mutant.
Vegeta was standing in the clearing in front of the hut for a while before he realized he didn't know why.
Buu was looking at him as if he too was wondering what Vegeta was still doing there.
"Thank you for joining me today on this adventure," Buu said finally, "I expect you'll be heading back to your dwelling now—though you're welcome to stay..."
Vegeta didn't respond.
"I'll see you another time." Buu moved toward the house without another word.
Vegeta realized then with a stunning clarity that there was really no more reason for him to stay. That was all. He flew away quickly, as if the mutant might change his mind and decide that he did want something else from him. Buu didn't change his mind and Vegeta gained distance from the camp without interception.
Vegeta pondered over his unbelievable luck as he flew. At no point during the bizarre outing had Buu teased him or pushed him or even smiled that fanged, lingering smile. The Saiyan had once again escaped unscathed. It seemed almost too good to be true. Could it be a trick?
When he arrived back at the cave, Dende began speaking to him again. As Vegeta tried to decode Buu's uncharacteristically passive behavior, The Guardian assured him that it was all going well and that Vegeta should keep doing exactly what he was doing.

Vegeta waited another three days before returning to the camp.
Buu sauntered out amiably and once again the other mutant didn't acknowledge the the Saiyan.
This time, Buu took Vegeta to the old, gutted remains of a stone castle, which Buu revealed to his consort had not been destroyed by neither himself nor his fledgling. Vegeta was suprised. The decrepit castle had apparently been there for centuries and used to be the home of some ancient kings and queens of that era and was now reserved as a historic tourist attraction-- That was, at least untill Buu had killed all the tourists. Some of the rooms underground were still well enough intact to explore and Buu insisted they did.
"And this is where they kept their dry storage," Buu said excitedly as they passed one of the smaller, windowless rooms, "and here's where the servants slept." He indicated to a slightly larger, windowless room.
"How do you know all this?" Vegeta asked when he couldn't contain the question any longer.
"I find all of these Earth attractions absolutely fascinating. Before we cleared the planet, I took the guided tour probably a hundred times. Bow came as well, of course."
Vegeta tried to picture Buu, all bubbling over with excitement, dragging Bow, brooding and glaring like a teenager, around to all of these bustling tourist traps. The Saiyan couldn't help grinning ruefully at the idea.
"Here's where they kept and tortured the rebels," came Buu's gleeful voice again as he led them past a dank stone room furnished with only a stained and dented wooden table and rusted manacles nailed in the walls. "Incidentally, this was the only room Bow seemed at all interested in. Hm." They moved briskly onward.
While they flew the great distance back to camp, Vegeta realized again that he had survived another day. Was this what he had to expect of being trapped alone in a world with Buu? Was it not a life of eternal agony, humiliation and torment he'd have to look forward too, but instead that of field trips, beach days, and Earth history lessons? If this was what it took to defeat the all-powerful Buu, the indestructible scourge of the Universe, Vegeta thought he might be able to bear it. Perhaps, Dende had been right in recommending this course of action.
As he prepared to take off from the clearing in front of Buu's hut for the third time, Buu stopped him.
"You will return tomorrow," was all he said.
Vegeta hesitated. Since the first proposal, Buu hadn't given him any deadlines. Instead, he'd left it to the Saiyan so as not to scare Vegeta away, or at least that's how Dende explained it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the end of the mutant's leniency and the game of cat and mouse was coming to a brutal end.
Restraining the panicked instinct to question or fight, Vegeta settled on a nod and left the camp.

As Vegeta returned to the cave he cursed to himself.
"It's alright. It's only another day," Dende consoled as Vegeta paced the cave, something that was becoming a nightly routine for the both of them.
"It starts with demanding more days but soon he'll be demanding that I stay!"
"He won't do that. He knows it will make you recoil from him and he likes to stay on your good side as much as you like to stay on his."
"Oh, this is preposterous! I can't believe I agreed to go ahead with this half-baked plan. What a fool I am!"
"This is good," said Dende through Vegeta's string of curses, "the more Buu see's of you, the more influence you'll have over him. The transition will go faster the more time you spend together. This is a positive and necessary turn."
Vegeta huffed.
He didn't like the implications of spending even more time around Buu but he knew that Dende was very wise and it wasn't uncommon for the Namekian to see things the Saiyan couldn't.
Vegerta's doubts didn't last long though. As the days went by and Buu did request more time with Vegeta, the Saiyan couldn't help noticing a change in the mutant.
Buu's face seemed to change subtly with every meeting. Vegeta couldn't place exactly how, but the alien features were different somehow from when the Saiyan had first began meeting Buu. They had softened, warmed. Vegeta wasn't sure if it was that Buu seemed to smile more frequently or if the very structure of his face was actually shifting. Whatever the cause, every day Buu looked less and less like the destructive alien who threatened the universe and more like someone else.
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