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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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Demolition

Although Vegeta was eager to get Buu to transform for him again, the opportunity to ask the mutant had become increasingly evasive. This was distressing for Vegeta, who worried that if he didn't get Buu to transform again soon, all of his progress would be lost.

Buu grew more distant with every passing day and soon, barely acknowledged Vegeta, turning away when the Saiyan entered the room or leaving altogether. Since that last transformation, nearly two weeks ago, they no longer shared the large bed in the upper story of the hut, and Buu seemed have grown disenchanted with the mortal practice of sleeping. Instead, the omnipotent creature traveled elsewhere throughout the night, returning only at dawn, and often vanishing again for long periods in the day.

The devotion and favor Buu had once showered upon Vegeta was diminished. They were becoming estranged, a prospect which, at one time, would have been a great relief to Vegeta, but which now presented a disheartening problem: How could Vegeta get Buu to transform into Kakarot again if he couldn't even get near the mutant long enough to pose the question?

One day, as the lone Saiyan was training high above the camp, he looked down and saw Buu emerging from the hut. Inspiration struck him then and without a moment's delay, Vegeta thrust a blast downward. The mid-sized energy ball hit squarely between the feet of the unsuspecting mutant, who froze on the spot.

"How 'bout a spar, Buu?" Vegeta called down, a bating grin on his face.

Slowly, Buu turned his face up to regard him. He didn't answer or react in any visible way, and for a split second, Vegeta thought the mutant might charge him in a rage. Instead, the unreadable mutant blasted off into another direction, sparing Vegeta no explanation or further acknowledgment.

Indeed, it was proving to be a more and more challenging task finding time with Buu, who, Vegeta was now sure, was deliberately avoiding him, and the Saiyan thought he understood why. Buu was surely aware that Vegeta would try to ask again and to the mutant, saying that he wanted to see Kakarot was the same as saying he didn't want to see Buu. It was a kind of rejection, and the all-powerful mutant had already shown how well he took rejection. Vegeta suspected that Buu was harboring a growing resentment for him and feared that there may be some retaliation in store if he didn't come up with another plan quickly.

The next day, Buu left early in the morning, bypassing Vegeta entirely as the Saiyan feigned sleep in the giant bed. Carefully suppressing his energy, Vegeta followed shortly after.

Although it wasn't far that Buu had traveled, Vegeta was forced to move slowly, so as to conceal his position and as a result, it'd taken him hours to reach Buu's location. Through the trees, Vegeta finally spotted his reclusive companion.

He was standing on a precipice, his back facing Vegeta, apparently looking out over the valley below.

Although a safe distance divided them, Vegeta was close enough to see the orange gi covering much of the tall body and the dark burst of hair fanning out from the top of his head.

"Kakarot…"

No sooner did the name leave his lips did the man on the cliff turn around and look directly at him.

Vegeta had been so startled by the sight of Goku and not Buu standing there that he'd stopped cloaking his energy, and that split second had been enough time for Buu to lock onto his exact location.

Vegeta jerked back instinctively as if to hide himself in the foliage, but it was no use. Buu had caught him.

The mutant materialized in front of him and Vegeta stumbled backward in surprise.

It was Buu again, all traces of Kakarot's form gone.

"What are you doing here, Vegeta?" the mutant asked, voice even and face concealing.

Vegeta steadied himself. "I followed you."

"Why?" Buu's response was quick and interrogatory.

"I… wanted to know what you were doing."

Buu considered the answer a moment, a brow tweaking upward slightly.

"Oh? Did you miss my company, Vegeta?" He tilted his head in a condescending way that made Vegeta clench his jaw to bite back a retort. "Or was it something else you wanted," the mutant continued.

Vegeta gauged the dark look and fought the urge to step backward. It had been a long time since he'd seen this side of Buu, the bating side, the side that lusted for destruction.

"What was it you said yesterday?" Buu's red eyes drifted upward as if to remember. When he found it, the curve returned to his lips. "'How 'bout a spar?'"

For a moment, something in Buu's face flashed and Vegeta was reminded alarmingly of Bow, taunting and sadistic. Dazed by the resemblance, the Saiyan had only an instant to react before the blast was screaming toward him.

He thrust himself into the air to narrowly evade it, followed moments later by Buu.

Vegeta blocked the kick aimed at his head and the barrage of fists that came after.

His shock at the sudden turn of events and at what he was sure he'd seen when he arrived, had him on the defensive. Had he really seen Kakarot there? Why would Buu have taken that form? He was still trying to piece it all together as each blunt impact racked his body. He wouldn't last long if he didn't start fighting back. Letting the adrenaline drown out his thoughts, Vegeta sent his first howling blast at Buu's middle as the mutant was raining punches down on him.

It seemed Buu hadn't been expecting Vegeta to dish out such a critical blow and didn't guard against the blast. It had eaten straight through his chest and for a few seconds, Buu only gaped down at the cavernous hole, before turn a smile up to Vegeta. The cavity in his chest sealed with a pop! and Buu lunged forward again.

Vegeta was prepared this time. He shoved the thoughts from his mind and concentrated all of his mental a physical faculties on the fight. It had been so long since he'd fought anyone and there was something so natural and true about it. It called back visions from the foreign past when fighting was all he'd known. Gradually it became less of a struggle to shove the thoughts away. His body sank into the familiar feeling like a well-worn glove and it encompassed him. He began to fight like he used to, like a full-blooded Saiyan with nothing but his pride and his fury. He took as many blows as he gave and ignored his exhaustion like a distant memory. He only knew the battle, the reaction, the anticipation.

Somewhere in the far corners of his mind, Vegeta knew that Buu was stronger than him, but if the mutant was holding back now, Vegeta couldn't see it.

Neither fighter paused, nor hesitated, nor stopped. It was all reaction and attack. Nothing else existed and nothing else mattered. The fact that it was Buu Vegeta was fighting quickly became inconsequential as well. It was just a being, a figure that represented everything holding Vegeta down, caging him in, and smothering him.

There were times when Vegeta turned and saw flashes of someone else entirely, someone familiar in orange and blue and gold, before the figure faded behind a blinding blast or vanished to evade his attack. Perhaps it was his imagination or evidence of his body's exhaustion. He didn't linger on it, but pushed forward.

Soon he was answering blows before they came and it was like an old dance he knew by heart. It was the dance of his blood and his bones. His opponent knew it too and they danced together tirelessly until the sun was low and they were both grounded, with nothing left to give but trudging punches and puffs of fizzled energy blasts, so physically exhausted they didn't bother blocking anymore. Their movements were slowed and they both swayed beneath the weight of their own bodies. Vegeta's aches had all merged into a single agony that both engulfed and numbed him, making him immune to any further pain.

He felt nothing now but need and hunger and fury, all of which blinded him and propelled his body forward. Vegeta hadn't felt so much at once since the day The Look Out had vanished into a cloud of dust. So long had he been suppressing this hate and outrage and hurt in himself, needing to let it out but smothered by responsibility. Now he pummeled his opponent freely and embraced the pummeling he was dealt in return, at last feeling everything all at once. He was grunting and screaming his voice hoarse and didn't hear anything but the pounding of his own heart and the smacking of shins and fists colliding with his frame. Blood in his eyes clotted his vision but he didn't need to see his opponent to feel where the faceless being would go next.

He wasn't sure who collapsed first but Vegeta soon became aware of the cool, itchiness of grass against the back of his neck and arms. It was the last thing he felt before blacking out.

Vegeta turned his head and saw the resting form of Goku lying beside him. Scuffed, tattered, bloodied in places, but otherwise the full-blooded Saiyan looked perfectly at peace. There was even a slight curve to his lips making him appear dreamy and content.

Vegeta knew this dream. It was the sparring dream. This was the part where they both stood up and went to their separate homes. Kakarot, predictably, would cordially invite Vegeta over for dinner and Vegeta, less cordially, would decline. He remembered he liked this dream.

As the overwhelming pain crept back into his limbs, Vegeta knew well that it wasn't a dream. Still, he played it out regardless.

"You're getting soft, Kakarot," he croaked. "I can see you've been training with the half-breed." He sneered despite himself.

The pain had completely resurfaced now. Vegeta scooted closer to the Saiyan beside him, grimacing against the stabbing pain that met him with every reintroduced muscle.

When he was within arms-reach of the other man, Vegeta's eyes scanned every scraped and bloody inch of his face. His hands reached out to find if he was solid, or a wavering apparition. His trembling fingers met the soft, warm skin of a cheek.

"Kakarot," came his cracked whisper.

The dark eye-lashes fluttered, slowly at first, then opened.

For a moment, the brows pressed together in confusion, but then eased as his eyes squinted through the bright sun-light to focus on Vegeta's.

The slight curve of busted lips broadened as Goku appeared to recognize the Saiyan lying next to him.

His own bloodied hand rose to Vegeta's face, but before the calloused fingers could make contact, they froze.

Vegeta watched as the warm look on the Earth Saiyan's face twisted and warped. His eyes widened and lips curled back over teeth in a grimace. Vegeta thought for a moment that the other Saiyan was reacting to the soreness of his body but quickly distinguished that the expression was more from horror than pain.

A cloud moved over them and their patch of forest went cool and dim.

As Goku stiffly retracted his hand, his whole body clenched up. He tried to crawl away from Vegeta but his limbs were rigid and uncoordinated.

Vegeta pushed himself to his feet and hobbled toward him, but with a sudden burst of strength, the recoiling man shoved him back.

Stumbling back, Vegeta watch as the other Saiyan curled into himself, looking hypothermic. Again, Vegeta went to him, kneeling down by the tucked, shivering head to better hear what the man was hissing through chattering teeth.

"Hot", he was saying. "So hot." Goku clawed at his gi.

Vegeta looked around wildly, then saw a stream at the base of the hill they were crouched on. Hauling himself up to his feet, he dragged Goku down the slope as best he could while the Saiyan thrashed and fought him. Finally, both falling down at the base of the hill, Vegeta dumped Goku at edge of the shallow stream so the writhing man could dunk his face into the cool water. Vegeta had hoped that would fix him but still, Goku seethed and hissed in some internal discomfort. Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, the younger Saiyan began hacking and making retching guttural noises.

Vegeta moved forward again but this time Goku's hand rose up to halt him. Vegeta expected a blast from the man who was clearly not in his right mind, but there was only stillness. Goku's arm was steady and firm while the rest of his body shook wildly and Vegeta sensed the significance in the pose even if the heaving man couldn't voice it.

Amidst the retching, the eyes beneath the black mop of hair rose just enough to meet Vegeta's and in that moment, Vegeta saw both Goku and Buu simultaneously reflecting back at him. The message was simple: Stay back.

The arm was only retracted once Vegeta reluctantly stepped back. The hacking continued for some time, and the older Saiyan started to see what looked like blood smattering onto the grass below the ducked head. Dark and thick, it was coming out in small mists at first, then bursts. Horrified, Vegeta felt compelled forward again but as he neared, he saw that it wasn't the deep maroon of blood that painted the green grass but black, pitch black. It was like inky sludge being forcibly expelled from the Saiyan's body.

Vegeta felt sick and confused.

Goku was clutching his stomach as he vomited out the thick, tarry substance that now rushed from his mouth in gallons.

At long last, he seemed to be coughing up the last of it, hawking up only diluted globs from deep in his throat. Once he'd gotten it all out, Goku's entire body went limp, and he rolled over onto his back, limbs spread out over the grass like he was about to make an angle. He looked light and euphoric, like he might float away.

Vegeta could only stare.

The black ooze was sinking into the grass. Some spilled into the river and was carried downstream, diluting gradually until it was nothing but specks washing up on the sand.
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