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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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New World

Vegeta didn’t fight Buu anymore and it wasn’t because he heard Dende’s voice in his head telling him to stay on Buu’s good side. In fact, he hadn’t heard from Dende for months. The Guardian of Earth, who’s voice had acted as his personal conscience, even in his absence, had gone without a trace. Vegeta was alone again but more so now than he’d ever been before. Now, he didn’t even have his pride to keep him company. His walls that once guarded him had been wrought to pieces, leaving him bare.
The dreams of thorns and shady groves and horrible cackling laughter in the dark had also stopped. In their place, Vegeta dreamt of a dim, familiar space, invaded and claimed and a plain rock wall he would stare into to eternity while his body was plied and dissected. In his dreams, he never saw who it was behind him, but felt every touch as he was helpless to stop them.
Then he would wake and find himself encircled in the same waxy pink skin that trapped and defiled him in the dreams. Still reeling from the nightmare, Vegeta would spring into action, fighting to escape his tormentor’s clutches, only to find that it was not Bow but Buu lying next to him. The senior mutant would brace him against his chest, shushing softly until Vegeta realized where he was. He would drift off again to the sound of Buu gently whispering that Bow was gone and that Vegeta would never again have to return to the cave.
Later when he was well enough to travel, and Buu comfortable enough to let him leave his sight, Vegeta did go back to the cave, only to retrieve his belongings, and found it completely leveled. The entire mountainside was reduced to ash.
Buu never told him he’d done it, but Vegeta was certain it was him—and not just because there was no one else left on the planet to suspect. He knew it was Buu because it wasn’t in Bow’s nature. Bow would have purposely left the cave intact so Vegeta could go back and be reminded of what had happened there, of what Bow had done to him in the only place he’d felt safe. Bow was just that kind of fucked-up.
No, it had to be Buu. Vegeta imagined that the cave represented as much of an affront to Buu as it did to himself, but in a different way. For Vegeta, the cave was a safe haven turned hell-hole over the span of a night. For Buu, the cave must have been a reminder of how someone else took complete possession of and utterly debased his cherished property. Like Bow, it needed to be destroyed.
Vegeta didn’t feel bad that the cave was gone. Sure, he’d grown comfortable in the meager cavity in the months of his hiding. It was as much a home as a last-ditch refuge could be. And if he were honest with himself he’d even say he’d grown attached to it. It didn’t matter now though. The moment Bow had set foot in it, it became something else entirely. It became his prison, his cage, his second Grove.
No, he didn’t feel bad at all that it was gone.
As he flew back to Buu’s camp, his new hideaway, he ran a mental checklist of everything that had been lost with the destruction of the cave. After a few minutes, he concluded that there was nothing of any real value there: Clothes, Buu had created a new set for him; living amenities, Buu had everything the cave had and more at the camp; Dragon Balls. This was tougher. Buu still had them holed up somewhere (he wouldn’t discuss them with Vegeta-- not that the Saiyan would be stupid enough to ask). The only thing Vegeta could think of that might represent a real loss was the Radar. Without that, even if, through some miracle, they were able to beat Buu and reclaim the planet, they wouldn’t be able to find the Dragon Balls to wish everyone back. Yet, he supposed if Bulma had made one, she could make another.
The sudden thought of the blue-haired woman was strange and it twisted something in his gut. He didn’t often think of her anymore, or the others, but when he did, he felt a sudden urge to push the thought away the second it came up. He couldn’t explain why reminders of the others now made him feel so ill when they used to bring him comfort and a sense of purpose. Instead of anchors that held him in place, they were hollow like ghosts, and when he reached out for them, his fingers seemed to sink through. Were they retreating from him, or was he just letting them go? Even now, as he tried to picture their faces, they were hazy and unclear.
Maybe it was for the best, he concluded as he let them slip from his thoughts and focused on the flight back to camp.
There was no place for the Earth woman nor any of the others in this new world. Really, there wasn’t even room for Vegeta there. In order to adapt, he’d been forced to change himself, transform-- like Buu-- into someone new, someone with no son or wife for whose loss he would grieve (there was no place for grieving there), someone with no pride to weigh him down with shame for what he’d become, someone who could live out the rest of his life on a barren planet, sharing a roof and bed with the monster responsible for it. This way he could live. This way he could go on. Vegeta was gone. And the man in his place, well...
He landed in the clearing in front of the hut and found Buu standing in the doorway. The mutant turned away suddenly, as if to hide that he’d been waiting there since Vegeta had left.
As Vegeta approached, he didn’t miss the way Buu’s eyes darted over him behind the clear, expressionless face.
How strange. They both knew Bow was dead and that there was no more peril out there that Vegeta could possibly to run into. Yet here Buu was, examining him for signs of distress or injury.
“Anything of use?” the mutant asked, voice strained to sound casual, like he didn’t know full well that there was nothing to find at the obliterated cave site.
Vegeta thought briefly of bringing it up then, watching Buu’s reaction. But the antsy way in which Buu avoided his eyes, and the hard line of his shoulders told Vegeta that there was no need.
“No,” he said.
Some of the tension in Buu’s postures seemed to fall away at that, and his face warmed.
Vegeta walked to the garden and Buu followed behind.
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