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Mind Rape	By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18434 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own or intend to profit from any of the themes or characters taken from the Dragonball Z franchise and used in this story.

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I was encouraged to unfold this story a little more, so here you go. I hope it's to your liking.
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The Complex

Buu didn't look back on what had happened-- or rather what hadn't happen-- as a moment of weakness.
What hadn't happened was the death of the last living Saiyan and defender of Earth. At first he'd tried to justify it as a conscious decision he'd made to keep the little runt around as sport for later. Soon, tired of arguing with himself, he decided it best to just push it out of his mind. He'd even managed to convince himself that he had killed the Saiyan. As a result, he assumed the appropriate air of someone without a care left in the world and who was therefore entitled to some much deserved recreational time.
He was fairly convincing in the role of the retired too and carried on smoothly for some time. The only indication that the quick and timely killing of Vegeta had not actually occured was the occasional and inexplicable frown that would pass over Buu's face in idle moments.
Buu was sitting in an empty cafe (empty, because he'd eaten all the customers and employees), stirring cream into a mug of mint chocolate milk with a candy cane and feeling rather satisfied with the current state of things, when he was overcome with an profound sense of loss. It was the feeling you get when you realize you've forgotten something but can't, for the life of you, pinpoint it. He frowned again.
All day Buu had been having a difficult time keeping up his mood. He didn't know why. Hadn't everything he'd done up to that point been something he'd wanted to do? Overall he'd made himself a full and satisfying lifestyle, hadn't he? Buu truly had nothing to feel at a loss about and he certainly wouldn't waste any more time trying to find something.
He set down his hot chocolate as though it were the cause of the sudden plummet in his mood, and left in search of something else with which to distract himself.

Some miles out of the city where Buu was currently brooding, the true culprit of his bad mood was slowly but steadily making his way through the woods.
The small and tattered Saiyan was limping Northeast. There was nothing of particular importance to him in that direction, it was just the direction in which he'd happened to start moving. Really, it didn't matter what direction he went. His first priority was to get away from the grove.
With every step, Vegeta felt like he was battling gravity for balance. He swayed and grappled at his surroundings for stability. He wasn't exactly awake, but he wasn't tired. When he arrived at wherever he was going, he would not remember this walk, nor would he remember leaving the great, thorny grove. What he would remember, unfortunately and in gruesome detail, was what took place inside.
However, he wasn't thinking about that now. Now his waning focus was set on gaining as much distance as possible from the scene behind him. Although he stumbled and sometimes fell into nearby trees and bushes, he continued to move with a diligence. It was as though stopping for even an instant would allow whatever he'd left behind him time to catch up. His literal flee from the past seemed to be working; His thoughts did not trail backward into recent memory. All he knew was the path ahead, and when he got to the end of it, he would deal with it then.

After the very disappointing cafe, Buu tried to occupy himself with a number of other promising activities: First, he crashed a wealthy dinner party, tormented the hundreds of guests and then turned them into various festive cakes. Then, oddly, he was struck with a sharp loss of appetite and left the hundreds of sweets to splatter and waste all over the ground. After that, he set fire to a soccer field-- during a game. The fire made him feel nostalgic however, and he didn't stay to watch the embers. Later, he tried to stage a domino fall with the larger of the city buildings, but it wasn't successful and only served to deepen his mood. Finally he visited the humane society to pet the cats. When this too failed to lift him from his emotional chasm, Buu resolved that he'd had enough.
In a huff of irritation, the mutant fled the city, coming to a violent halt some miles above. Hovering there, he scanned the area frantically, searching for something-- he didn't know what. He was struggling to define what it was he was feeling at that moment because it was something so foreign and unnatural to him, he couldn't find the word for it. Then, all of a sudden, it hit him.
He scoffed in dismay.
Buu realized he was undergoing symptoms of depression. Activities he used to love no longer held the same thrill. He was easily disinterested and felt little motivation to do anything at all, and nothing he did seemed to help it. Never had Buu felt such utter hopelessness. The idea that someone with his power and stature could be capable of feeling anything like depression was ridiculous. He couldn't believe it and yet he knew it to be true.
Somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, a biting sense of satisfaction was humming to itself. The satisfaction was not his own, but from a separate entity. The source of the emotion was so deep in his mind that Buu had to concentrate to trace it. Finally, as he pinpointed the source, he understood.
Buu's moods, like his power, were under the influence of another, and the mutant had more than an idea of whom.
In the same way that Goku's power much exceeded and overshadowed those of the other fighters whom Buu absorbed, the Saiyan's personality and emotions seemed to be the dominating presence in Buu's mind. In other words, Buu was unable to have any fun while his latest and most powerful implant was moping.
This wasn't supposed to happen. The syncing of minds was supposed to be seamless. Detection of individual entities was … well, it was insubordination, Buu concluded.
He deliberated among himself this way for some time, as though he could reason with the absorbed Saiyan into cheering up. Nothing seemed to have an effect on his still sullen emotional state however, and Buu became more frustrated.
In a flurry, the mutant heaved a ball of tension into the horizon. As a plot of forest dissipated into a crater in the distance, Buu found he just felt more depressed. The stubborn corner of his mind hummed once more at his expense.
Buu seethed. Had he now become the puppet in his own show? Impossible! The very thought was disgusting. As Buu became angrier at the idea of losing control of his latest acquisition, he felt himself losing his temper as well. The mutant's lean muscles tightened and swelled, and his skin began to heat up making his already pink complexion burn an angry red. As the steam burst from his many pores, he began to hear distant laughter.
He froze. There was no one around.
Buu knew instantly that the laughter was only in his mind. The mocking sound grew louder until it seemed to vibrate endlessly through his head and Buu found he couldn't block out the echoes. In a blind rage, he launched ball after ball of furious energy to the city below until the ground was ablaze.

Vegeta awoke in a dimmed room he didn't recognize. In his dizzy desperation to leave the woods behind, he'd taken himself to a strange house.
The Saiyan began to sit up but stopped when every cell in his body cried out for mercy, reminding him of the stern beating he'd taken not long ago. He was able to push passed the stabbing muscular outcry, but when he was hit with a different sort of ache, one that stung him from within, he hissed and paused.
What had happened?
What had happened?
A wave of revulsion overtook him and he collapsed again and shut his eyes tightly.

Buu was on edge. He looked around as though he expected a foe to burst out of nowhere to catch him off guard. But the battle was only in his mind.
As the great city evaporated into dust and ash, Buu hovered some miles above, panting and gleaming in sweat. It was clear that his frustration had gotten the better of him. Oh, if all of his old enemies could be there now-- what a sight to behold! The great and unstoppable Buu throwing a temper tantrum. If Babidi where there, oh, a stern scolding would be in order!
After a few minutes, Buu cooled down and his breathing eased until he was almost composed. As he waited there above the crater once inhabited by the populated city, Buu noticed with some wonder that his mind had gone quiet. The laughter had stopped. He thought first that his outburst had shut it up but then another wave of foreign emotion overtook him. In place of mocking satisfaction was a devastating sorrow. In an instant, Buu felt more than knew that the sorrow was for the lives he had just taken. Normally, the mutant didn't blink an eye at the destruction of life and often even took great joy in finding new and creative ways to kill, so he knew at once that the contradictory emotions were separate from his own. It was his latest and strongest implant coming out again but this time it wasn't laughing.
“Oh, you don't like that?”

Perhaps it was the spirits of long-deceased Saiyans reaching out to him from the grave in the act of some divine intervention, or perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't eaten in days, but Vegeta felt a pull in his gut that he couldn't ignore and soon found he was incapable of laying there any longer.
With great will power and a glimmer of something that only Saiyans have a name for, the beaten warrior pushed his pain to the back of his mind. Then, with a strength unheard of from any human after having undergone such tribulations, Vegeta picked himself up off the mat.
His head was heavy and Vegeta lifted his hands to ease some inner ache.
He wasn't a prince anymore. He was the ruler of no one. He didn't have to hear it. However, while he was still in power of his own mind and body, he would carry himself in a way that would at least bring pride to the memory of his tarnished people. He would not shrivel away nor would he allow himself any self-pity. Forward, he asserted, was the only direction from there, at least while there was still something left to be saved. And as though sending home the point, Vegeta inhaled deeply, straightened his back, and took the first step forward.

As Buu hovered there above the crater, an idea hit him. Reaching far back into the caverns of his mind, Buu weaved through a jungle of unorganized memories that had not always been his own. After a few moments of sorting through them, he found the batch he was looking for. Images flashed in his mind at lightning speed, and Buu felt the emotion behind every one and understood them down to their tiniest details as if he had lived them himself. He saw many different creatures and planets and flashes of battles. Before long he deduced that some of the most vibrant memories involved a quaint, dark-haired woman and a small cottage on the outskirts of a city. The lightning slide show suddenly stopped on the smiling woman in the house. His thoughts hovered there with a dark implication. The swell of satisfaction that had taken such pleasure at Buu's distress earlier was all but dissipated now, and in it's place arose a swelling feeling of dread.
Buu laughed to himself. He had found the leverage he needed.

Vegeta's stiff and rigid form looked around a dark and dusty room. In his zombie-like half-consciousness, he had taken himself to a small home on the outskirts of the city. He dressed quickly in some clothes he'd found in the closet. He didn't know if whoever lived there would be coming back but he wasn't worried. The importance of his mission far outweighed the immorality of a stolen pair of over-sized slacks and top.
Buu hadn't gotten everyone. There were still a few left and the last Saiyan and defender of Earth was tasked with seeing to it that the last of them were taken somewhere safe. He left immediately, ready to set about his plans, fear pushed to the back of his mind. First on the list of priorities was Kakarot's home, then to Capsule Corporation. Bulma's hand in this fight would now become imperative. Now that strength no longer factored into the equation, a brilliant mind was their last hope. Bulma was now Earth's most powerful protector.
Vegeta knew what he had to do.

Buu knew what he had to do.
As long as the latest addition to his mind clung to his humanity, he would not be able to fully merge with Buu. The eclectic mutant would have to relieve Goku of the petty attachments that were keeping him anchored to his former life. Emancipation was necessary before the reluctant Saiyan could come fully and without obstacle into his new accommodations in the all-powerful embrace of Buu.
Like an equation that just clicked, Buu found the solution to his problem. He swelled with a sense of purpose. With his new memories guiding him, he knew where to go.
It was time to complete the initiation of his newest and most vital addition.
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