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Mind Rape	By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18435 -:- 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 Dilemma

It was supposed to be a quick errand.
Just swing by Caspule corp, Vegeta, grab us a couple things, Bulma had said. After that the real work begins!
Vegeta hadn't made a secret of his irritation that they had lumped such a trivial task onto him. Him! The last Saiyan-- of royal blood mind you. The one who would be their only hope of survival should the whole Dragon Ball plan fall through. Yeah. They gave him an errand.
The whole way down to the heart of the metropolis, Vegeta was cursing them through gritted teeth.
Nearly an three had passed in which he'd taken multiple trips, hauling with only himself a number of survival supplies and other useful things. He'd saved the radar for last and was heading back down to Capsule Corp. for the final run and making pretty good time, he thought. Perhaps in the flow of the routine, the gravity of the situation had slightly worn off on him.
In flight, as the wind whipped through his raven hair, his mind drifted back to a few days earlier. It had only been a few days and yet if felt so long ago, like he'd been a different person then. There was one question in his mind that plagued him, almost more than the memories of the event itself. He couldn't help wondering why Buu left him alive. Why put him through so much torment only to leave him there. The answer seemed suddenly too obvious to him; it was humiliation. Buu's intention was to defeat his opponent through shame and degradation. It was comprehensible enough. It was almost identical to how Frieza would beat him publicly to put the rebellious Saiyan in his place. But Buu wasn't Frieza. Buu didn't need him alive. So again, Vegeta wondered why he was still alive. Why not kill him, or absorb him like all the others?
The questions swirled around in the troubled Saiyan's mind and occupied him while he carried out his task.
On his way out the door of Capsule Corporation for what would be the final time, he paused, looking down at himself as though remembering something. The clothes he'd found that morning and thrown on, while convenient, didn't fit him. He lifted his arms and noted the waistband of the slacks slipping another quarter inch down his hips.
While he was there, it might be a good idea to grab some of his own things.
He turned and went back inside.
He was sifting rather leisurely through his wardrobe when a jolt hit him. He felt more than sensed a great presence closing in on him. It rocked him to the core. Instantly he knew it was time to get out.

The mutant was coming up on the center of the city where the great dome of Capsule Corp. seemed to swell out of the ground like a giant bubble, calling to him to pop it.

Before Vegeta could even find a belt (which was all he now had time for), a sudden and severe quake wracked the house. Vegeta braced himself against the wall. The ground was shaking as though a construction team was setting off rounds of dynamite next door. Vegeta didn't have to look out the window to know that there was no construction team.
He quickly grabbed the Dragon Radar and made for the door. As he dashed through the giant maze of a house, it began crumbling around him. He dodged bits of the structure as chunks of it came crashing down. Soon, he found that there was no front door to run to and when he looked up, instead of high ceilings, he could see the sky through clouds of thick dust.
Vegeta paused, coughing up a bit of rubble and he turned to survey the sudden transformation of his surroundings. Covering his mouth with his forearm, he squinted through the dust. As his view cleared, he could see that the whole block had been leveled. Only jagged sections of wall jutted feebly out from the rubble that, only seconds ago, had been Capsule Corp.
The scant remains served as a meager cover for Vegeta and for that he was grateful, because it was clear now that Buu had arrived.

Buu beamed down at the former home of the Briefs. His latest attempt at subduing the itch in himself had brought him to Capsule Corps. As he surveyed the remains, he felt a twisted sense of glee and hovered there to take in the innovation. The dust was clearing and he was slowly getting a better view of his work.
This was where Goku's human friend, Bulma, had lived with her family. The idea that he might see mangled bits of there bodies peaking out from the wreckage further aroused the wicked thrill in him.
Buu had chosen not to level the plot completely, because he liked the idea of the inhabitants being slowly crushed beneath the structure.

Vegeta cursed himself for not being quicker to find a belt. As he crouched through the remains of his home, careful to remain hidden, he grasped a wad of the rim of his over-sized slacks.
How would he get himself out of this situation? His one saving grace was that Buu didn't appear to have sensed him yet. The Saiyan had done well to suppress his energy at the first scent of Buu's power.
“Vegeta,” Bulma's voice suddenly crackled from his pocket.
Vegeta scrambled for the device almost tearing at his pants.
“Vegeta? What's taking so long? Were you able to find it?”
Finally he had hold of the damned thing, gripping it with both hands like a scurrying rodent. He silenced it, but it was already too late.
the Saiyan's eyes drifted upward and all his breath left him.
Buu was staring dead at him, a large and fanged smile spreading on his lips.

The day seemed to just get brighter and brighter for Buu. This was surely the highlight. He was elated and he was sure it showed. Every fiber in him leaped as he glided down to the now exposed Saiyan.
“Well if it isn't Vegeta,” Buu slowed and landed gracefully. His eyes were bright as he focused on the Saiyan who was certainly a pleasant surprise.

Vegeta stood up, seeing no sense in crouching anymore now that he'd been discovered. In his head he was cursing Bulma. She had never been one for patience. Yet neither had he. The communication device now rested quietly in his pocket opposite the Dragon Radar.
Vegeta stared Buu down.
“Alive and well, I see.” Buu's eyes flickered over the Saiyan body that appeared apt enough to stand on its own but little else. The faint energy signal indicated that Vegeta's power, while on the mend, was at only a fraction of its normal state.
Vegeta said nothing but kept his attention locked on every move Buu made. The pause lengthened.
If Buu found the prince's unresponsiveness rude, he didn't show it.
“Do you like what I've done with the place?” he offered brightly, diverting his unreadable stare from the rigid Saiyan to indicate the despoiled dwelling around them.
Again, Vegeta didn't respond.
Buu took a step forward.
With a snarl, Vegeta fell into a defensive stance.
Buu froze.
“You don't need to feel threatened, Saiyan,” the mutant said carefully. “I can see you haven't had sufficient enough time to recuperate. I'm not going to attack you, I promise. ”
Despite Buu's assurance, Vegeta's heart was making its doubts known as it pounded away in this chest. He was breathing hard from sheer adrenaline, though he tried his best to appear composed. It was proving very difficult because the mere sight of Buu so near set sirens off in his mind. He felt like a rabbit in the middle of a roaring highway. All productive thinking was smothered by an urgent fear.
Buu took another step forward and that was all Vegeta needed. With a blast, his energy flared around him protectively. The pride in him was all that kept him from taking to the sky. At that moment, he felt an utter smallness which he'd never experienced in the face of another living being-- not Frieza, nor anyone. Yet he stayed. You could never completely kill the fight in a Saiyan.
Vegeta's eyes threatened with the biggest bluff of his life.
The display was enough to give Buu pause but something in the fiery Saiyan's eyes betrayed his great fear. The sight was captivating to Buu.
From what Buu remembered (or rather, gathered from his new memories) Vegeta had never worn those clothes before. Buu's eyes glided over the slight Saiyan appraisingly.
Vegeta was standing slightly squatted, arms raised, in preparation to either fight or flee-- flee, Buu guessed. His shirt had clearly been buttoned in a haste and his ill-fitting slacks hung loosely around his hips. The mutant guessed that if the Saiyan was not squatting slightly, there would be little to hold them up. The Earth clothing flapped and danced loosely as Vegeta's energy rose around him.
“Vegeta, what's wrong?” a familiar interest flared in the Mutant and dripped from his voice. He watched the prince with large, unblinking eyes.
Vegeta wanted to shrink away from the prodding look but steeled himself.
Buu's fixation with Vegeta was an anomaly to the prince yet it was apparent in every flicker of the crimson eyes, every cork on his smooth brow. What bothered Vegeta most about it was the glowing sincerity in the mutant's smile when he'd seen him. His dark eyes had taken on an unnaturally joyful gleam and bore no indication of the twisted deeds that had unfolded before them not so long ago, nor the dark imagination that gave them birth. Whatever game the monster was playing now was baffling to the harried Saiyan. Buu was behaving now as if they were reuniting as very good friends.

Buu could not explain the emotions that were overrunning his whole being. Had he a heart, it would be pounding inside of him at a rate to rival Vegeta's, but not from fear. The sight of Vegeta then was almost too much for Buu to bare. The Prince was not only alive and well(mostly), but he was standing right there before him, presenting himself like a gift. And what a gift he was.
All at once, Buu was overcome with an urge to catch the prince close to him. He didn't know why and didn't care to think on it, but in an instant, and with little effort, he had precisely that.

Before Vegeta could blink, he felt a force catch and trap him against a hard surface. The surface was a meager patch of Capsule Corps. wall left jutting out from the rubble, and the force was Buu's body, quick and solid, now pressed firmly against him. One of Buu's hands held both Vegeta's wrists while the other was clasped over the Saiyan's mouth. Buu examined his catch with the wide eyes and parted mouth of a child who was shocked to have just caught a bug.
Buu held his breath. Then slowly, ever so cautiously, the hand holding Vegeta's mouth was lifted away. Buu waited, as if Vegeta might explode any second. He zeroed in on Vegeta's face, gauging his reaction.
“Get off of me, you freak!” Vegeta spat when he realized Buu wasn't attacking him. His arms struggled in the hold of Buu's single hand but it was a pitiful attempt in his current state. The truth of the matter was that Vegeta had only been slightly masking his power when Buu had arrived. If Buu hadn't detected the hidden Saiyan, it was largely due to his severely weakened state.
Vegeta's struggles slowed after minutes when Buu made no move to neither attack nor further subdue him. When he looked up, he saw what looked something like awe and relief on Buu's face. It seemed that the mutant was only examining him.

Buu knew what he was doing, though it may not have looked that way. He found he was exactly where he wanted to be, doing exactly what he wanted to do. It felt right. He hadn't felt this good all day. There was no conflict in his mind, no shouts of objection. At that moment, every molecule in his being was screaming, Yes! And without any thought nor doubt, he leaned down to press his lips to Vegeta's.

“Vegeta? Vegeta are you alright? I'm starting to worry!”
Buu's eyes shot open. In an instant, his attention was snatched away. His free hand dove downward and Vegeta went rigid. Buu's hand was in Vegeta's pocket. When it emerged, in it was the communication device that was emitting Bulma's anxious voice.
The Saiyan was relieved at least that he hadn't reached into the other pocket, which contained the Dragon Radar.
Vegeta stood, breathing shallowly and slightly damp with nervous sweat. He could only wait to see what Buu would do.
The mutant examined the offensive device for only a moment before turning it to dust in his hand, his eyes returning to Vegeta.
The relief and elation that the Siayan had found in the deep crimson orbs before had all but vanished now. Instead Buu was cornering him with an accusing look. Accusing of what, Vegeta didn't know. Buu had no business accusing him of anything. The Saiyan returned the look with venom.
A buzzing sound came humming from above, distant at first but quickly closing in on them. Vegeta couldn't see but he had an idea of what it was by the agitated look on Buu's face.
The large hovering machine was descending down upon the plot where Capsule Corp. once stood and Buu eyed it like a belligerent insect. The craft remained airborne above them as though it were daring Buu to make a move.
Vegeta could imagine without looking, the angry, blue-haired woman in the pilot's seat, her fists clenched around the missile triggers. Of course she posed no threat in her flimsy little aircraft. The intrusion would only serve to irritate Buu.
Vegeta wanted the craft gone. How stupid could the woman be? Did she think she was going to rescue him? Now they were both dead-- or worse-- and that wouldn't help anything. He would have to somehow keep Buu's attention on himself so that the Earthlings could get away. Vegeta's eyes scanned the immediate parameter frantically as his mind went to work on a plan to get, if not both of them, at least Bulma out of this. He did his best to keep his panic inside, horrified that at any moment a blast would be sent hurtling through the air, erasing the craft and its inhabitants from existence.
But the blast didn't come.
Finally looking up, Vegeta saw Buu staring only at him again. The expression on the mutant's face was completely unexpected. Buu looked lost and confused, like he wasn't sure what he was doing there, or what Vegeta was doing there, and why, for that matter, they were standing so close to each other.
A play by play of everything thing that had taken place in the last few minutes appeared to flash across Buu's eyes and as he came to the end of it, the Saiyan before him seemed to come back into focus. The confusion in Buu passed and was replaced by something entirely different. Buu now fixed Vegeta with a cold look of judgement.
Without a word between them, Vegeta felt like he understood what the look meant.
Although it was Buu who'd leaned in for the kiss just moments before the aircraft arrived, the mutant was looking at Vegeta now as though he had somehow perpetrated it. He eyed the Saiyan up and down with a sort of disgust. He had sobered up somewhere in the last twenty seconds and all romantic illusions had dissipated. Buu dropped the hand that held Vegeta's wrists and put a wide berth between them.
Vegeta was so confused by the reaction he didn't make a move to escape. All he could do was watch, unable to explain the way Buu's eyes were making him feel, but somehow sure he ought to be insulted by their heavy, disapproving gaze. It baffled the Saiyan.
After one last reproachful once-over, Buu turned quickly and fled from the destroyed plot.
Vegeta stood there for a few moments longer watching the pink form vanish into the distance. He wasn't paying attention to the humming of the air glider growing louder as the craft descended. He didn't hear the frenzied footsteps of Bulma as she stumbled and leaped through the rocky wreckage to get to him. Vegeta only stared into the sky.

Buu was standing alone on the peak of a jutting cliff. He'd been there for a while, having a lot to think about and a lot to get his mind around, so to speak.
In his mind, Buu went over and over what had almost happened at Capsule Corp., not certain at all of what had driven him to behave the way he had. It was certainly a surprise to see Vegeta standing there alive after their last battle... but why had he embraced him that way? Sure, Buu had been riding quite a high from killing off Goku's loved ones and he was certainly feeling very giddy. Perhaps that was why he'd done it. Buu had to call his own lie. He could still feel Vegeta's firm chest rising and falling rapidly against his own and smell the sweat in his hair and he knew something in himself wasn't right.
One thing was certain: He couldn't allow what had happened back at Capsule Corp. to happen again and he feared it was getting worse. Although the voice of Goku seemed to be smothered, the tenacious Earth Saiyan's mind was still very present and had an invisible but firm hand in Buu's every action. Buu needed an ally. He needed someone with a clear head and a neutral position who could act and think indiscriminately. While Goku was fused to his mind, Buu feared he could not be trusted to make sound decisions on his own. It was unfortunate that he could not dispose of the insufferable Earth Saiyan without forfeiting his new, awesome power in doing so.
It was clear what he needed to do. It would involve some risk, but it needed to be done.
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