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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 (Part 2 of 2)
Atop the jagged cliffs of plunging coasts, through the exotic jungles of equatorial continents, across the diamond sands of uncharted islands, over the vast reefs of deep and uncharted oceans, Buu took Vegeta.
The prince of Saiyans had never been or even heard of these new places. In his time on Earth, Vegeta had usually been too busy training his body and maintaining his strength to take much interest in his new planet’s geography and culture. In fact, his idea of a vacation was a trip to a different planet, where he could train his body and maintain his strength somewhere else.
What Buu showed Vegeta over the following weeks was an entirely different view of Earth from anything the Saiyan had ever seen before. These majestic and ancient locations, which would normally be crawling with hordes of gawking sight-seers with flashing cameras were now completely barren. And despite the morbid implications of the striking emptiness, Vegeta was glad to not have to deal with the crowds.
Lounging atop the domed roof of an ancient temple in an Eastern desert, Buu’s legs grazed against Vegeta’s. It was a hot and arid evening as they watched the sun setting over the golden dunes. Vegeta didn’t notice Buu’s thigh leaning against his until it had lingered there long after the perimeters of accidental. He opened his mouth to say something but when he turned to Buu, he found the pink mutant (glowing more orange now in the hue of the setting sun) was already looking at him.
It was a look that made Vegeta close his mouth and turn away again. He looked back to the sun and shifted his thigh away from Buu’s in the most inconspicuous way he could so as not to give away his discomfort. They were silent for the rest of the sunset and flight back to camp.
That was the only incident in the weeks that they’d been meeting that Vegeta could recall Buu acting like that, like he wanted something from Vegeta other than just his company. Not since kissing him in the cover of the trees behind Buu’s hut had the mutant looked at him with such open longing. And Vegeta would have dismissed it as an accident, a trick of the fading light had it not happened again the next week as they were waiting for a geyser to erupt in a national park. Vegeta had only been able to narrowly avoid the awkward moment when, just as Buu began leaning in, the geyser went off. Vegeta was momentarily relieved for the distraction but was never again at ease in the mutant’s presence.
More and more on their outings, Buu seemed to be looking for reasons to graze against Vegeta, to lean into his personal space. He didn’t attack, but the wary Saiyan still felt the constant threat of it looming over him like a dark shadow. He would not be able to fend off Buu if the formidable creature did make a move and they both knew it. It would only take Vegeta dropping his guard for an instant, turning his back for half a moment and the unsuspecting Saiyan would be caught like a mouse by a stalking lion; caught like the day in the grove.
Every fleeting brush of their hands as they walked beside each other, every gentle push at Vegeta’s back as Buu guided him through a new area, every lingering gaze, every unsolicited breach into Vegeta’s personal space made the deliberateness of the mutant’s actions more clear to the Saiyan and the inevitable outcome to this dance more obvious. It should have put him more on edge but instead it only chipped away at the wearied Saiyan. Even though he knew Buu’s intentions and what their frequent meetings would eventually lead to, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Vegeta was a tiny speck in an unplugged bathtub slowly swirling down the drain. As Buu pressed him and nudged him and took his arm with all the entitlement and ease of a close companion, Vegeta felt himself bending.
When the day did come that Buu cornered Vegeta and pressed the Saiyan down beneath his larger frame, Vegeta did not fight it. He turned his head and grit his teeth on the numbness because it was inevitable.
He told himself that he wasn’t letting Buu do this, that it was necessary for the fate of the Earth-- probably the whole Universe. He had to do this. It was just a different kind of fight, just a different battle. But as Buu’s eager hands slid the Saiyan’s navy blue shirt up over his chest and his humid mouth closed over an exposed nipple, Vegeta found it hard to keep it straight.
Buu’s thick tongue lapped up Vegeta’s goose-pimpled skin and his clawed hands glided down the hard, toned body. Vegeta was flattened on a bench with the mutant above him, barring him with his mass and effortless strength.
A large hand slid to Vegeta’s thigh and squeezed hard. The sharp, pearly nails pinching Vegeta’s tense flesh, making the Saiyan gasp and arch but nothing more.
Vegeta had to stay calm, had to stay pliant. He needed to stay on Buu’s good side and gain his trust. He could jepordize their progress if he pushed the mutant away now. That’s what Dende would tell him. The Namekian would say in his soft, soothing voice that Vegeta was doing well and that everything was going to be alright. At the thought of the Guardian, Vegeta’s breathing slowed and his heart calmed.
Buu pulled away from the flushed and swollen nubs only a moment to wipe away the beads of moisture pooling in the corners of the Saiyan’s eyes before leaning in and capturing the slack lips.

Later, as Vegeta was turning to leave from the camp, Buu reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him down into a plunging kiss.
“Tomorrow,” was all he said when he broke away, and Vegeta left.
“Still, Vegeta comes and goes as he pleases,” came a deep and pensive voice in the darkened hut.
Buu passed his fledgling with little more than a glance.
“You are too lenient with the Saiyan.” Bow said as Buu retired wordlessly to his own room for the night.

“Are you alright?” Dende said. Vegeta hadn’t responded to the last three attempts The Guardian had made to addressed him, but admittedly there was a lot of noise on the Saiyan’s end at the time and he hadn’t heard the soft spoken Namekian.
When Vegeta had returned from Buu’s camp, he immediately began setting the canyons ablaze. The landscape erupted with explosions of rock and foliage. It was a wonder he didn’t hit the cave in his frenzied trajectory of blasts
“As if it matters to you, Guardian of Earth,” said Vegeta, now in the stillness of the cave. He had calmed down from his earlier exertion and now sat quietly against the rock wall, idly picking at his gloves and toeing a Dragonball into his dresser. The cave had become fuller over the past weeks with the addition of a few household amenities which Buu had gifted him with over the weeks. Since Vegeta refused to stay with them at the camp, the mutant sporadically sent the Saiyan home with a number of odd furnishings. One day he insisted the disgruntled Saiyan take a mattress with him, which lead Vegeta to wonder how the mutant knew he didn’t have one.
“What do you mean?” Dende asked, genuinely concerned.
“As long as I comply with Buu and complete the mission, it doesn’t make any difference to you what happens to me.” Vegeta flicked some dirt from his glove.
“Vegeta, I don’t know why you would say that. It very much makes a difference to me what—“
“As long as the mission is completed, right Namek? Buu can do whatever he wants.”
“Vegeta, I’ve told you, I wouldn’t ask this of you if I thought Buu would harm you now.”
“No, but what you want me to let him do is far worse,” Vegeta’s voice rose, “I’m a warrior not a – a whore!”
“Vegeta, I’m only asking you to trust me and to trust your relationship with Go—“
“Don’t say his name! It’s bad enough that I have to spend every waking hour with the insufferable mutant and see Kakarot’s face staring back at me— but the idea that that oaf is behind his behavior too is…”
“It will just take a little more time.”
“More time. It’s always more time.” Vegeta rose to his feet and paced the cave. “You saw what he did today! With more time, I don’t want to think of what he’ll do next.”
Dende didn’t respond.
“You did see, didn’t you?”
“I saw.”
A smile spread on Vegeta’s lips and something twisted in his gut. The Guardian hadn’t spoken a word the entire day but Vegeta had still known he was there, still felt him watching.
“What did you think?” there was an odd tinge in Vegeta’s voice.
“What did I think?” Dende stammered, unprepared for the question, “I don’t understand what you’re—“
“What did you think as he was feeling me up? Did you think, ‘Good! Now we’re getting somewhere!’”
“Vegeta!” Dende gasped and the Saiyan had never heard him sound so unnerved.
“When he had his tongue down my throat and his hands down my pants, were you happy that I was getting in the mutant’s good graces? If all this time and work doesn’t succeed in pulling Kakarot out, we can at least take comfort in knowing I can buy Buu’s lenience with my body!”
“Vegeta, I would never ask you—“
“Maybe he’ll let you all come back and use the Dragonballs to repopulate and we won’t even need Kakarot. You can just keep me around so he stays occupied. Chain me up for him to play with whenever he’s hit with an urge to destroy something.”
“Vegeta, you are the most important part of this plan!”
“I am nothing but a pawn to you. And I’ve listened to you enough. Feeding your treacherous counsel into my head like a slow poison. You don’t really believe that! You’re buttering me up so I’ll stay cooperative, stay docile. Today I laid there as Buu made me his personal lollypop and I didn’t fight him. Do you know why?”
Dende gave another weak sound like he was about to answer but Vegeta didn’t wait for him.
“I heard your voice in my head telling me to relax, telling me to let him do it-- even though you weren’t there.” The bite in Vegeta’s tone had softened, and his voice turned small and almost wondering, “I hear your voice even when you aren’t there. And I realized then that I’ve become conditioned to your words… dependent upon you...”
Dende too seemed stunned by the admission and didn’t say anything for a while.
“I’m on your side, Vegeta.” The Guardian said softly.
“You are not!” Vegeta roared back and the cave shook.
“I’m your friend!”
“You would mold me into a pawn for your own will! You’re no better than Buu!”
Dende’s cracking voice gasped through the connection and if Vegeta realized that The Guardian was crying, he didn’t care.
“I will defeat Buu by my means and my means alone,” The Saiyan boomed and he felt more steady on his legs then he had in many months, “I will no longer be anyone’s puppet. Stay out of my head and out of my way. You have my permission to contact me when Buu is dead.”
There was silence then and Vegeta thought he heard shaky breathing before he felt the connection sever completely.
Vegeta didn’t go back to Buu the next day. He didn’t go back the day after that, or the day after that. It was a full two weeks that Vegeta had stayed away from the camp when Buu came looking for him.
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