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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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The Interloper
The top of the Lookout was bustling and bright, and the sounds of laughter and lighthearted bickering filled the air.
Across the courtyard, Vegeta’s eyes met Goku’s for a flickering instant before the younger Saiyan looked away.
“He says he remembers it all. Says he was even in control at times,” Vegeta said to Dende, who was sitting cross legged a few paces away from where he stood. From beneath the shade of the temple overhang, the two of them watched the joyful happenings over the white-tiled patio.
“I would think as much,” Dende commented, sounding unsurprised by the information. “With the way he affected Buu. He is very strong to have been able to maintain his consciousness after getting absorbed. The others won’t remember what they did as Bow, and that’s very fortunate, but Goku will remember it all. In a way, he has lived through a trauma and, like you, will need to heal from it.”
Vegeta blinked and looked at his boots.

Vegeta was careful to avoid situations where he might be left alone with Goku. The Earth Saiyan didn’t appear interested in pursuing their last conversation any further, but nonetheless, hadn't seemed to let it go either. Over the following weeks after their secret confrontation in the guest wing, the younger Saiyan had become a kind of shadow on Vegeta. At all times, he was near.
Not long after Vegeta entered a room, he would begin to notice the tall, orange-clad figure very gradually gravitating toward him. At first he’d thought it was his own imagination, what with how naturally and unimposingly the man seemed to draw nearer. Goku was so graceful an unobvious in his advance that even in a crowded room, the hulking man would find his way to Vegeta with little obstacle. Vegeta found, when he wasn’t well enough on his guard, that he grew comfortably unperturbed by the man’s distant haunting, only realizing when it was too late how careless he’d gotten. Slowly, he’d become aware of the unmistakable presence at his back, the warmth of the other man’s body radiating through his clothes. On those startling occasions, Vegeta would jerk into action, immediately reasserting a distance between them, or discreetly reposition himself on the other side of some structural or human partition.
Vegeta wondered if this constant hawking Goku had taken up was a residual habit of Buu’s. The younger Saiyan had certainly never hovered around him this way before.
Then Vegeta thought about it. Had he? It almost seemed intuitive the way Goku trailed him now. It was almost as if he himself didn’t realize he was doing it.
Soon after discovering that there would be no shaking his constant tail, the former prince saw no choice but to deliberately seek out Dende’s company; for whatever reason, Goku never followed him to his meetings with the Guardian. Vegeta suspected, however, that the man, who’d once shared a mind and body with Buu, was too ashamed of himself to encroach upon the Guardian’s virtuous presence-- and rightly so, Vegeta thought. The wayward hero didn’t deserve to share Dende’s company, not after the havoc he’d wreaked in Buu’s subconscious. Let him stew in solitude.
But then Vegeta began to notice that Goku himself seemed to vanish from time to time, and when the former prince asked offhandedly one day where the oaf had wandered off to, he was told that Goku had gone to meet with Dende.
Here was a concept Vegeta was not equipped to process.
What would Kakarot be doing with Dende? And what would Dende be doing with Kakarot, for that matter? What could the Guardian possibly have to say to him?
When Vegeta was with the Namekian, they spoke of highly complex and delicate issues, with which the prince would scarcely trust anyone else. He hardly thought Goku capable of profound thought, or discretion for that matter. The newly acquired knowledge of Goku and Dende’s secret meetings did not sit well with Vegeta but began to tug incessantly at him, keeping him up in the night and even sending him into idle fidgets during the day. Finally, his agitation getting the better of him, he decided to get to the bottom of the matter.

“What is the idiot doing coming here?” Vegeta demanded, bursting into the dining room.
The spacious room, as pale and modestly decorated as any other in the temple, was silent and vacant save for two occupants seated near the head of the long table.
Mr. Popo, regarding the intrusion with some mild alarm, stared from Dende to Vegeta for some time. Then, taking up his tea cup, he promptly stood to leave. Without looking at the bristling Saiyan as he passed, the mystic exited through the same door in which Vegeta had just come.
“Pardon me?” Dende said with polite surprise, once Mr. Popo had closed the door behind him, leaving them alone to talk in private.
“The idiot? The dolt?”
Dende blinked.
“The clown—Kakarot!” Vegeta blurted out, exasperated. “What business do you have with him?”
Dende only stared as he pieced together what was going on. Finally, his lips curved into a smile.
“Vegeta, you aren’t the only one who seeks my council. Everyone needs an ear every now and then-- certainly Goku.” Vegeta seemed to flinch at the name, but Dende continued. “He’s been through a lot. I don’t know if you realize but while everyone else has left to return to their homes, you and Goku remain here, using the temple to recuperate. You’re not the only one who needs time, Vegeta.”
Vegeta looked appalled at this suggestion and opened and closed his mouth repeatedly as if he didn’t know where to start.
“So, you’re telling me that he comes to you so you’ll listen to him?”
“For the most part, yes.”
Vegeta crossed his arms, then uncrossed them again.
“That’s all?”
“Well, I can’t tell you exactly what we talk about any more than I would reveal to anyone else what you and I talk about in private. But yes,” he concedes with a small shrug. “That’s pretty much what happens.”
“What do you mean you can’t talk about it?”
“He confides in me, Vegeta. Personal things. Things I believe he feels no one else would understand. And he has a right to that privacy.”
“No one else? That’s ridiculous, he has a wife, and—the loud one…Krillin. He has Krillin. And all those other prattling fools out there always following him around. Why doesn’t he speak to them?”
Dende shrugged lightly and poured himself more tea.
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like he can relate to them,” he offered at last, stirring the steaming liquid in the small ceramic cup. “Maybe he doesn’t think they’ll understand something as large and complicated as what he’s been through. And I don’t think he wants to burden them with it. Honestly, I understand. It’s a pretty heavy load to bare.”
“What he’s been through? What he’s—What about what I’ve been through?” Vegeta crossed briskly to the other side of the room, made apparently restless by the incredulity of the statement.
“Are you going to continue meeting privately with him?” Vegeta asked, turning suddenly to look seriously at the young guardian, stills seated at the table.
Dende couldn’t keep down his laughter at that. “Of course! If he comes to me. I’m not going to turn him away, Vegeta.”
The former prince looked almost betrayed. He seemed to grasp a few moments more for something else to say, but finally turned on his heal and stormed out of the room without another glance in the direction of the stunned Namekian.
Seconds later, he stormed back in, but seemed to have his temper under moderate control.
“You understand,” he began after a deep breath. “What he’s done, don’t you?”
Dende gave a patient sigh then spoke very carefully. “Yes, I understand.”
“What do you understand then—and don’t say that he’s the reason Buu kept me alive, because you saw what the man did in the guise of ‘keeping me alive’.”
Noting the sneer on Vegeta’s face and the quickly thinning veil of calm, Dende took a moment to compose his words. “Vegeta,” he began carefully. “Goku was in everything Buu did.”
Vegeta blinked as if he couldn’t process that Dende seemed to be agreeing with him.
“And he’s the reason,” Dende went on. “That you’re alive.”
Vegeta threw up his hands.
“Oh, you’re so--” He clenched his jaw and appeared to fight back some profanity. “You’re so quick to defend him, aren’t you? After all he’s done!”
“Vegeta, please listen,” Dende said softly.
The blue-clad man remained silent but wouldn’t look at him. Instead he stood on the other side of the room, staring resolutely out the window.
“When Buu killed Bow,” he continued. “It wasn’t just his creation that he was killing.”
“Yes I know,” Vegeta said dismissively. “Bow was like kin to Buu. If you’re going to say that it’s a testament to Goku’s influence over Buu, I—“
“No, Vegeta. I mean, he wasn’t just killing Bow. He was killing Gohan and Gotan. Buu sacrificed a part of himself to ensure your safety, but Goku sacrificed his sons.”
He couldn’t see Vegeta’s face but by the way his fists fell out of their tight knots, Dende gathered he’d been heard.
A/N: One more chapter to go! Thanks for sticking around. Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing your thoughts.
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