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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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Reunions
It was all a gauzy blur to Vegeta.
Not long after Goku had vomited black tar and collapsed by the river, there was a burst of light nearby and a rush of noise and movement. Before he could piece together what had happened, bodies were swarming around him.
Vegeta hardly noticed he was on his back on the ground until his drunken gaze settled on the unmistakable eyes of Dende above him, like beacons in a raging storm. Vegeta had been delirious and only vaguely aware of the healing hands hovering inches from his body, gliding up and down his chest and limbs, radiating warm energy. His attention drifted over to where Goku was still sprawled out on the grass. Beside the Earth Saiyan, the dark spot, which marked where he’d vomited the sludge, looked faint.
Vegeta wanted to redirect the crowd’s attention to the other man on the riverbank, to alert them that Kakarot too was in need of aid. He tried to summon his voice to verbalize this, but no words came. Vegeta couldn’t understand why no one was approaching the other Saiyan. His gloved finger reached out feebly, pointing in the direction of the grounded man, who looked far away and in darkness. Vegeta tried to muster his voice again, but only produced small, rasping noises, which were easily smothered by the chaos surrounding him.
Later, he would look back and know that he hadn’t been thinking clearly. At the time, he was running on very little energy and had just witness something horrific and inexplicable. If he’d been in any right state of mind, he would have known that the reason no one was healing Goku was that they needed to be sure that Buu was gone.

That day by the river had set everything in motion.
Earth’s recovery process was like a vast machine, in which all the parts performed their function quickly and efficiently. Vegeta had done his part and now the others were picking up from there. A new radar was immediately constructed, and once the Dragon Balls were assembled, wishes were made. In the blink of an eye, the slain Earthlings were revived and all the damage caused by the Buu’s was undone. At some point, Dende had contacted the elders of Namek and instructed them to gather up their own Dragon Balls to revive the remaining warriors who perished with Bow.
In a matter of a few days, the world was already on the fast track to recovery. Even The Lookout was restored to its former glory. All the people whom Dende had transported with him to the distant planet stayed a while to share in the celebration of Earth’s victory. Only a few noticed that something was missing, replaced by a hollowness beneath the surface. Still, the celebrations went on, louder, as if to drown out the odd feeling of something out of place.
Vegeta had missed much of the merriment, having been in either bedrest or, as he’d overheard some call it, “a state of shock” after what had happened. Still, he was aware of what was going on around him.
As momentous a step as the eradication of the Buu’s had been, he could not be pulled into the celebration, even as the honorary guest. So it was in his remote room in the guest wing of the temple where Vegeta spent his time, accepting a few of the meals Mr. Popo brought him, and even fewer visitors. He would never find the words to express his gratitude to the dutiful mystic for sending them all away, staunchly insisting that Vegeta needed his rest.
It was there in his quiet room in the temple, when everything had gone still in the lull of peaceful times, where Vegeta and the Guardian of the Earth finally met in private.

Neither spoke for a long time but Dende must have gauged, from the strained twitch of the Saiyan’s mouth and distinct aversion of his eyes, that Vegeta wanted to say something. Dende saved him the trouble.
“I’m—“
“I didn’t stay away because of what you said, Vegeta.” Dende cut in. “I admit, at the time I was hurt, but I understood why you would say those things, and maybe I needed to hear them.”
Vegeta stared, tight fists, suddenly going limp in his lap.
“I stayed away because you were right. If anyone knew the way to defeat Buu it was you, and you did it. I should never have doubted you.” He gave a small smile, but somehow Vegeta felt no warmth from it. “There were so many times I wanted to intervene, reach out to you.”
The Namekian’s eyes seemed to star beyond Vegeta then, as if he was remembering something, something that melted away the false smile. For a moment, Vegeta thought he saw fury in those naturally kind eyes and had to look away, feeling suddenly ashamed.
“I can’t tell you how hard it was to be so far away and unable to help you.”
Vegeta swallowed and cleared his throat.
“Well,” he said after a while. His voice was stiff. “It all turned out well in the end.”
They both fell silent.

His reunion with Bulma came two days later, when Vegeta was feeling apt enough to leave his quarters— that’s what they’d say anyway; few knew that it was really that he was feeling apt enough to tolerate other people.
They stood across from each other on the alabaster tiles of the Lookout courtyard, Vegeta with his arms folded and stare averted, Bulma steadfast and knowing. Within moments, the woman was bounding forward to embrace him.
There was only a slight hesitation before his own arms rose to encircle her slighter frame.
She didn’t cry right then. He loved her for that.
He wondered briefly how much she knew, then stopped.

He didn’t know how long he’d held his son. It must have been a long time though. The boy, who’d at first seemed to return his father’s affection with equal fervor, began to go limp, and soon Vegeta felt the subtle pressing of small hands against his chest.
When Vegeta finally released him, he saw that the boy’s cheeks had gone bright red and his eyes were shifting over across the courtyard to where Gotan was smothering his giggles and watching them.

It was weeks before he and Goku exchanged anything more than curt nods and fleeting glances.
Vegeta would never admit to avoiding the man. Still, it was an odd coincidence that whenever the younger Saiyan came around, the former prince felt a sudden urge to be elsewhere.
The routine was not lost on the Earth Saiyan, who was making it clear that he desired his own meeting with Vegeta. Finding a private moment with the reclusive man was proving difficult however, not only because Vegeta seemed be avoiding him, but because, ever since his liberation of the Earth, Vegeta had gained a kind of celebrity status on the Lookout.
Everywhere Vegeta went, people-- old allies and complete strangers alike-- would stop him to impart words of profound gratitude and admiration for his heroism. It was a new thing to behold, and Goku could tell, whenever he caught sight of the awkward scenes from a distance, that Vegeta was far from at home in his new role as hero. Body stiffening and face coloring, Vegeta would break from the interactions as quickly as possible, nodding brusquely and striding off. Some bold admirers would go so far as to lunging into an embrace with the man, and Vegeta would go rigid as a board, mouth agape in silent horror.
It was in retreat from one such interaction out on the bustling courtyard, where Vegeta was followed by Goku.

A/N: Closing in on the end, I just wanted to share this funny anonymous FF.net review I read for the chapter "Presence on the Hilltop":
Anon: The presence is Hercule isn't it. I will bet good money it's him and the dog.
XD funniest review ever. Great guess, Anon. A little late to share this I know, but it still makes me laugh.
Thank you guys for the supportive reviews and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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