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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 End of the Affair

Buu went alone, but he was never really alone.
Ever since Bow’s conception, the new mutant had been by Buu’s side almost constantly. It was as if they'd never truly split.
Even after Vegeta joined them, Bow was never too far behind. Though the fledgling didn’t accompany them on their adventures, Buu always felt him just out of sight. Buu got the sense that he was waiting for something, watching for the opportune moment.
Buu didn’t think Vegeta ever noticed Bow following them and he didn’t ever think to tell him either. He could see Bow made the Saiyan uneasy and he didn’t want to put the already guarded man any further on edge.
Buu never instructed Bow one way or another when it came to following after or staying behind, and he never reprimanded him when he always chose to follow. It was a mutual understanding that neither brought up afterward nor ever felt the need.
It turned out that very little needed to be discussed between them. The two mutants just had a sense of each other, like twins, or like starfish. Yes, Buu thought, more like starfish. The marine invertebrates reproduce by splitting from fragments of themselves that would go on to develop into separate independent organisms. All from a little fragment. Bow had grown into a very different being now but there was no erasing that they had once shared a mind.
So, when Vegeta didn’t return for two weeks straight, the senior mutant didn’t need to explain anything to the other. Bow just knew. Likewise, when Buu finally left to seek out the Saiyan himself, he didn’t need to say where he was going.
Though Bow didn’t fly with him, Buu knew he wouldn’t be too far behind, that he would stay just out of sight as if waiting for something, watching for the opportune moment.
Buu wondered if it would be today.

Vegeta’s days slid smoothly back into a comfortable routine of training, eating, and sleeping. It was like home to him, easy and familiar. With no pressing missions or prying eyes, he didn’t have to do anything other than what came natural, and he didn’t have to be anyone other than himself. Humans and Namekians may be able to get by on psychological games and disguises, but that wasn’t for a Saiyan. Battle was in his nature, in his blood. This was the way it was meant to be and he was a fool for resisting his instincts for so long. Now everything would be right again.
The only downside to the return to form was that the nightmares came back too. Something about the days spent in Buu's company had kept the dark dreams of thorny forests and twisted reeves at bay. Since he'd stopped meeting Buu, the dreams had gradually crept back into his nights as if they'd been waiting to get him alone. He didn't sleep full, restful nights anymore but he trained harder for it in his waking hours, hoping to exhaust his physical and mental faculties to the point he wouldn't form dreams . The nightmares persisted, but his training improved for his efforts.
Every day was a steady build and he felt himself surpassing his old peaks already. He’d finally recovered fully from his battles with the Buus. Although he hated when he was forced to take the senzu beans, he couldn’t deny their convenience. Now, having lost the little senzu garden with The Lookout, healing was a slow, gradual process. Fortunately, the near-fatal beatings at the hands of the Buus had earned him a substantial boost in power that was well worth the wait. He was glad to have gained at least one good thing from the defeats.
Vegeta’s routine was also good for his mind. He’d found if he wasn’t fully employed at every moment, his thoughts wandered. Training and planning and hunting for his meals were effective ways to stay focused and present, but in the lull of the day, the brief moments before falling asleep or when he stared into the fire waiting for his meal to cook through, memories caught up to him.
Sometimes his thoughts trailed to Dende and the long talks they shared when they were still speaking; sometimes to Trunks and how quickly Vegeta used to push the child away; and sometimes-- when he couldn’t help it-- to Kakarot and that grating smile. Most common, though, were visions of the days spent in the company of Buu that filled his idle moments.
Vegeta would be stretching in the shade after a full day of training when suddenly his surroundings would melt away and he’d be standing beneath a cherry blossom tree in an ancient castle courtyard with Buu whispering the history of the grounds into his ear. Or, Vegeta would be bathing in the lake and suddenly his mind would sweep him off to the day when Buu took him to an aquatic theme park. It was emptied of both people and aquatic attractions, having all been eaten by Buu and Bow in their indiscriminate scourge of the planet. What was left were empty exhibits bearing plaques regaling the exotic origins and habits of the creatures that where no longer displayed. Buu had most of the plaques memorized and liked to quiz the annoyed Saiyan.
Vegeta would roll his eyes before shaking the memories.
Buu wasn’t always the monster who had unraveled Vegeta in the thorny grove after absorbing Goku. Ever since splitting himself into two beings and beginning this strange relationship with the Saiyan, Buu's appearance and behavior had changed.
Physically, it was more of a subtle shift. His once lumbering gait settled into an amiable sort of stride. His brow eased and eyes widened, making him appear to beam more than leer. Overtime, what were the most daunting features of Buu’s alien physique appeared less prominent, giving way to a more natural shape. The gaping pores that peppered his gleaming skin and were known to flare and spout steam in his fits of rage, seemed to contract from disuse and went unnoticed. His neck, once thick and almost walrus-like, molded into a more proportional fit. Even the clashing pink of Buu’s skin had seemed, on some days, faded to a more natural hue.
Vegeta couldn’t tell if he’d just grown used to the mutant and dismissed bold features that would otherwise be jarring, or if Buu’s appearance was truly changing. While elusive Buu’s physical transformation was, Vegeta could be certain at least that something was drastically different about his behavior.
Some days, Buu was bubbly and excitable and dragged Vegeta around like a happy child. Other days, he was calm and overtaken by long periods of silence, during which he only stared serenely at Vegeta as if communicating some profound message through his eyes. Some days, he was pushy and invasive and touched Vegeta more than he liked. Other days, he was patient and gentle, guiding Vegeta along like a caring guardian. On all days however, The Buu from the grove made no appearance, and it was almost easy to forget that the Buu guiding him around landmarks and aquariums, who tried to coax out Vegeta's thoughts on the evolution of the platypus, was the same person.
Vegeta would sometimes give himself a headache trying to make the two connect in his head before giving in to frustration and shoving the thought away entirely.
It was the baffling transformation that occupied Vegeta's thoughts now as he idly wrapped his battered fists in tape before pulling his gloves on over them. Next were the boots and then he’d be ready for his morning training session. He shook his head of the fogginess from the previous nights restlessness and vowed to push hard today in spite of it.
Today’s session would be beneath the comforting cover of the forest on the other side of Kent City. The forest was on a mountainside and covered in trails from frequent hikers. He had no intention of using the trails, but he found the tranquil ambiance a decent enough backdrop to his work out.
Once, Buu had taken him hiking through a mountainous forest in the North. Vegeta had never gone hiking in his life and never understood why anyone would need to pack a bag and map a course just to take a walk, like it was some sort of event. The things Humans hyped up were ridiculous. He'd refused to call the walk anything but just that and spent the whole day frowning over folded arms until Buu grabbed him suddenly and threw him into a lake. Vegeta's cheeks heated as he thought back to the mutant laughing uproariously before jumping in cannonball-style after him.
Extracting himself from the memory, Vegeta turned in preparation to head out. He froze in mid-stride upon noticing the tall figure standing in the entryway of the cave. So silent and still was he that if not for the bright pink color of his skin, Buu might have blended into the walls.
Vegeta had no idea how long the mutant had been standing there, and hadn’t sensed his approach at all. He could have been there all morning, silently watching Vegeta carry out his steady, deliberate routine. How could he have missed him? Vegeta cursed his wandering mind again.
Buu's pointed stare was not trained on him for very long, to Vegeta's fleeting relief. His pink eyes were soon pulled to something behind Vegeta. The frozen Saiyan knew what it was without having to look.
“Of course,” Buu said and the words sounded hollow in the still room.
Vegeta said nothing. There was no covering it up now.
Buu's eye's seemed reluctant to leave the captivating Dragon Balls in the far corner of the room but eventually he set them back on his silent host.
“But how did you manage…” he said, more to himself.
That he wasn’t shouting or preparing to attack was alarming to Vegeta, but not near as alarming as when the mutant slowly smiled.
“So The Guardian lives,” Buu said.
Vegeta scrambled for a plan. Hit hard with the spiking urge to flee, he could barely focus.
“Do you mean to use those against me, Vegeta?”
Vegeta was stuck, torn between darting for the exit and darting for the Dragon Balls.
Buu must have come to his own conclusion during the silence.
“I see,” he said.
From the way Buu’s posture slumped and shrank, Vegeta thought he almost looked sad. It was a ridiculous idea of course, that the scourge of the planet could get hurt feelings. Yet, as Vegeta examined the silent, downcast intruder, he found himself wondering if Buu was waiting for an apology. He didn't know why he thought that, Buu's reaction just created a guilty strain in the room.
Finally, the mutant straightened to his full height and looked up, expression hard and vacant.
“So you were going to wish my destruction with the Dragon Balls.” It was less of a question than a conclusion and Buu nodded to himself as surely as if Vegeta had confirmed it.
Vegeta, of course, had no intention of using the Dragon Balls, but he didn't feel he owed the destructive tyrant any explanation either. Now that he’d made clear what side he’d chosen, what did it matter if he'd offended Buu? He hoped he'd hurt the bastard.
Though Vegeta intended to wear his defiance to whatever end this confrontation wrought, from the back of his mind crept a looming sense of dread.
“Well that settles it, doesn't it,” Buu said and though he didn't move an inch, his power began to swell around him, quickly filling the small space of the cave and threatening its walls. Vegeta braced himself for the attack that was sure to come.
However, Buu didn’t charge him. After some minutes of only watching Vegeta with an unreadable gaze, the mutant’s power slowly settled and the cave went still again. Without another word, Buu turned and left.
Vegeta remained in a defensive crouch even after Buu was gone from his line of sight and his energy faded from detection. Unprepared for this turn of events, he wondered if it was some sort of trick. He felt a brief urge to call after the mutant, almost feeling stinted out of a battle.
The passageway remained dark however. Buu had really left. There was no attack and no explanation. He hadn't even taken the...
Vegeta’s eyes darted to the corner to make sure that Buu hadn't used his superior speed to hoodwink the Saiyan. But no, the Dragon Balls were still there, gleaming and untouched. Vegeta gave a small sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Then it occurred to him that that too might be a part of the trick.
He recounted their confrontation from the beginning. The whole encounter was baffling from start to finish, Vegeta couldn't pick just one thing that seemed out of place from any other. Vegeta hadn't been left so disoriented after an interaction with Buu since the mutant had attempted to kiss him at Capsule Corporation and then reacted as though Vegeta had perpetrated it.
The Saiyan could only wait there, tense and confused.
If ever there was a time he needed Dende’s guidance, it was then.

Not far above the cave, Buu too was stuck. He hovered there, stewing in his own incredulity.
After all that he'd done for Vegeta... After everything. The only reason the Saiyan was still alive was because Buu had been merciful enough to leave him that way. Buu couldn't count the times he'd had ample opportunity to kill him, eat him, absorb him-- and every reasonable part of him had told him he should-- but still he let him go.
It was infuriating. Buu wanted to scream and his chest heaved from the struggle to contain it.
Vegeta wanted him dead. He was a foolish, blind creature! How could he dismiss all of Buu's courtesies like that? The gifts, the time, the protection-- the trust. All of these, Buu had given Vegeta freely.
The ungrateful Saiyan needed punishment. He needed correction.
Bow had been right all along, Buu was too lenient. Vegeta needed to see that without Buu's protection, he was dead. Without Buu's kindness, Vegeta's beloved planet would be reduced to ash, and replaced by a world of endless agony and torment.
He would have to be shown.

An answer to Vegeta’s suspicions finally came in the form of the sound of booted footsteps and the nearing of a familiar energy at the cave’s entrance.
So the mutant had returned to finish what he'd started. Vegeta smiled grimly, but when he turned, it wasn't Buu he saw at the entrance at all.
“What are you, like his apprentice?” Vegeta sneered, finding his voice more easily this time. “What’s your name again? Wait, wait. It's Jr. isn't it?”
“I would mind your mouth, Saiyan,” Bow replied, voice deeper and more coarse than his maker’s.
After the baffling encounter with Buu, the sudden appearance of the mutant fledgling came as more of an annoyance than a threat to Vegeta, who now only wanted to be left alone. He needed to digest Buu’s behavior and find how it would affect his plans.
“Or what? Gonna tell on me to Daddy? As I recall, you're the runt. He gave you everything he didn't need. If I hadn't been so drained from training last we fought, the outcome would have been sorely different. I'll bet I could crush you under my boot heel without even ascending. Now run along, I’m busy.”
As Vegeta turned away from the second intruder, he was caught by a blunt force and thrown back into the far rock wall.
He shook his head to recover from the blow. When he looked up, he saw the blurry shadow of the fledgling mutant moving nearer and nearer from the mouth of the cave.
“As I was saying,” the mutant continued in his groaning voice, “I would watch your mouth.” He lifted Vegeta up by the neck and slammed him against the cave wall.
The unprepared Saiyan was grunting and kicking and clawing against the rubbery hands securing him but couldn’t break free. Apparently the fragment of Buu’s power that comprised his inferior half was a big one.
“I'm not supposed to kill you. I can hurt you very badly,” the young mutant suggested, leaning in so close that Vegeta could smell ash and rot on his breath.
“But I won't do that either. However, I can motivate you to stay in line.”
Vegeta had been careless again. With Buu always keeping his rambunctious younger half on a tight leash, it was easy for Vegeta to forget he was a threat. Now it seemed the leash had been cut.
Vegeta's eyes flashed as Bow's attention turned to the corner of the room.
“You mean to use those Dragon Balls.”
It was no more a question than when Buu had asked it, and Vegeta didn't answer this time either.
With one waxy hand, the deceptively powerful mutant fixed Vegeta's arms above his head in a dead lock and with each leg secured Vegeta’s against the cave wall. His other arm extended to the far corner of the room and easily gathered up all four Dragon Balls in one elastic grip.
“Now I have them,” Bow teased, brandishing the gleaming orbs in Vegeta's face, “what were you going to do with these?”
“None of your damn business,” Vegeta spat, trying to twist his limbs free of the unrelenting grip. “Why don't you fuck off. I think your daddy's calling.”
Bow eyed Vegeta boredly and didn't seem to care whether he answered the question or not.
“I have an idea,” he said, rolling the Dragon Balls methodically in his hand, “I have ...an idea.” The corner of his mouth cocked lazily upward in an unsettling smile.
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