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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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The Spawn of a Monster
All was still on Dende's Lookout. The gathered survivors waited with bated breath-- for what, they weren't sure.
“Well?” Vegeta asked impatiently, finger tapping on his folded arms. The Guardian had been standing there for a while now and hadn't said a word. His eyes were closed, but with his powerful sight, he could see more than any of them. Right now he was seeing why the screaming had stopped.
Dende was silent for a moment longer, then said, “there's two of them.”
gasps of shock and horror split the strained silence and all at once the crowd was in an uproar.
“What! How are there two of them?” Chichi shrieked.
“So he can just sprout a duplicate of himself whenever he chooses?” Yamcha whaled. “That's not fair! How are we supposed to compete with that!”
“Yes but don't think of it so much as an advantage,” came Dende's gentle voice amidst the hysteria, and everyone went still. “The procedure appears to have split his power between the two of them. If you focus, you'll sense that neither of them is as strong as the original. Unfortunately however, they are both still extraordinarily powerful.”
The others exchanged frowns.
“This one is less powerful,” Vegeta said above the murmurs. It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, Vegeta,” said Dende warily, catching the look in the Saiyan's eye. “But as I said-- still very powerful. I'll put it this way, yours and Goku's energy put together wasn't enough to beat Buu and that was before he absorbed Goku. With a fraction of that power, he's still an enormous force, Vegeta. You can't be thinking--”
“What, Guardian? I can't be thinking of taking advantage of this opportunity that may never come up again? You expect us to wait it out? Just see what happens? Buu has been doing nothing but grow more and more powerful while we just sit up here wasting time!”
“Vegeta,” cried Bulma. “At least wait until we get the Dragon Balls!”
“Augh! If I hear another word about the Dragon Balls!" The Saiyan threw his arms up. "If there was ever a chance we could beat Buu, it's now and I'm not going to sit here and wait for it to pass. Even if it means just killing a fraction of him, I'll kill him piece by piece!” He strode to the edge of the Lookout.
“Vegeta, now isn't the time!” Dende shouted, but the haughty prince flew off. Bulma ran to edge after him and watched his form descend.
“This might be good,” Dende said, appearing beside her. He watched as the Saiyan vanished beneath the clouds.
“Good?” Bulma shot the Namekian an exasperated look. “How can this be good, Dende? Buu's going to kill him!”
“Buu won't kill him. I know he won't. At least this way we can see how powerful this second Buu really is. We can learn what we're up against.”
“Great. We'll just observe and take notes up here while Vegeta gets beaten to a pulp.”
“We don't know what will happen. We can only wait.”
Bulma stared long and hard at the too-calm Guardian, so frustrated she couldn't find words. Finally, resigning to the helpless position in which they found themselves, she put her hand on the young Namekian's shoulder and closed her eyes.
“Might as well,” she said and sighed.
Soon, other's gathered to see what was going on, then more. Before long, all the gang was crowded around the Guardian of Earth. Together, they joined hands and minds and waited to see what would unfold below.

Buu appraised his spawn with a fathering look. He didn't see perfection because only he, Buu, as a whole could be perfect. He did see brilliance though.
The process of splitting his body was one thing but creating an elaborate incision in his mind was something far more complex. If it was successful, he'd be damned proud. He couldn't tell for certain yet, but he felt that every part of Goku was still wholly intact within himself, which would mean that this other being wouldn't have any of him. And if he-- his creation-- didn't have any Goku at all, then he couldn't be tainted by any of the Earth Saiyan's weaknesses.
It was brilliant.
Until Buu worked out whatever was going on in his head, he would need this extra mind, this separate entity, to work alongside him to do...whatever it was he was doing.
Buu gave his head a shake to focus himself. Then he looked at his new creation.
“You are Bow,” he said to it. “You are my ally and you will work alongside me to achieve our common goal.”
“I am Bow,” said the creation and it grinned. The voice was lower, steadier than Buu's. However, he had a younger face and was slightly smaller. His head tilted low as he returned Buu's look of appraisal with a look of quiet confidence, as though he was aware of the great achievement he represented. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, which didn't match his creator's.
Buu laughed, loudly and raucously and Bow laughed with him, however it was a lower more course sound. This celebration would have gone on for some time but was quickly cut short when the intruder made himself know.
“Well,” came Vegeta's voice behind them. “That's taking split personalities to a new level.”
Buu stopped laughing and spun around to see the arrogant Saiyan watching them, arms folded over his chest.
“Vegeta,” the name fell from Buu's lips without a thought. He was so caught off guard by the prince he wasn't sure at the moment what else to say. Instantly, he remembered the disorienting nature of their last encounter and felt even more at a loss.
Vegeta noticed but tried not to dwell on the change in Buu's face. His features were more Saiyan than even before. The likeness seemed just short of dawning the face of Kakarot. Had it not been for the pink skin, black eyes, and antenna in place of unruly dark hair, Vegeta might have been standing before a mirror image of his long-time rival.
“I see you've made another freak,” Vegeta huffed, shunting the odd stare Buu was giving him and indicating with a disgusted nod to Bow. “Needed a babysitter?”
Buu had been staring at Vegeta, mouth agape, for a few stretched seconds, apparently still stunned by his arrival. His dark eyes scanned the slight man as words seemed utterly incapable of forming in his mouth. At Vegeta's comment however, he was shaken from his stupor.
“Ah," he said, composing himself, "I don't think you've met my friend.” Buu indicated pleasantly to the creature over his shoulder who resembeled him so closely they could be brothers. “This is Bow. You won't like him, he's not as nice as me.”
Vegeta sensed that the power of Bow was indeed inferior to that of Buu's and a rich excitement flared in him greater than any he'd felt in a long time. There was hope yet.
“Well, maybe we ought to get acquainted. If you'd excuse us,” he replied and before Buu could respond, the prince was rushing forward.
Buu was just able to dodge but soon realized that it was Bow whom Vegeta was going for.
Bow for his part, didn't budge from his spot and took a gloved fist right to the nose. As his head flew back, it appeared he'd been caught completely off guard. Vegeta took advantage of his opponent's stunned state and unleashed an onslaught of jabs and knees onto the new mutant.

“Fool!” Dende hissed, fists clenched at his sides. “He's so brash!”
“Well, there's Vegeta for you,” Bulma groaned.

Vegeta maintained his ferocious barrage of attacks, pummeling the unprepared mutant until they were off the cliff and hovering in the air. Buu watched, mouth agape, just managing to keep up with what was happening.
The one sided fight carried on relentlessly for a short while and ended with a large blast dealt by the Saiyan. It was a short-ranged blast that went pointblank into the duplicate's gut.
The blast dissipated and Vegeta was left panting, arms still extended. The quick and sudden outburst took much out of him but he reasoned it was well worth the energy spent.
The smoke cleared and soon, to Vegeta's dismay, the whole form of Bow emerged, looking virtually untouched.
Bow watched Vegeta patiently and the prince's eyes went wide.

“He has the patience of Piccolo in him,” said Master Roshi thoughtfully. “There's intelligence there.”
“Funny, you'd think absorbing Goku would have diluted that a bit.”
“Cram it, Oolong,” said Chichi.
“No, no, he's right,” said Dende. “This new Buu … he's different. He's not at all like the first one. It's not the same power and his behavior has changed. I don't think that there's as much Goku in him at all.”
“Alright, can we quit debating which side he gets it from and just watch,” came Krillin's harried voice in the croud.

“Is it my turn now?” Bow asked the Saiyan, head cocked.
Grimacing, Vegeta staggered back.
Bow snatched the Saiyan's firing arm and held it tightly in his hand.
Vegeta tried unsuccessfully to pull away and threw another punch at the mutant's head.
In an instant, the second fist was captured. Bow now held both of Vegeta's arms captive in his painful grip. Helpless in the iron hold, Vegeta could only hover and squirm, snarling at the grinning mutant.
He grimaced and sweat, waiting for Bow to make the next move. He didn't have to wait long.
Leaning back bodily, the newest Buu poised himself before thrusting forward again and ramming his head into Vegeta's.
With a wail of shock and pain, Vegeta fell back. Bow released his wrists only to catch the stunned Saiyan in a lethal bear hug.
Vegeta kicked and swung his head around but the hold that encompassed his torso and arms was unyielding. Bow's grinning face leaned away from the violently squirming prince as much to avoid getting butted in the head as to watch him squirm.
Vegeta grunted and cursed and struggled with all of his might but the embrace only grew tighter. His arms and face felt warm from lack of circulation.
Tighter and tighter Bow squeezed him as effortlessly as if he were a doll.
Vegeta gasped. His legs soon quit kicking and his vision went dim.

“He's just so sadistic," Yamcha said helplessly. "Who could he get this from? He's freakin' psycho.”
“That's all Buu,” Dende said solemnly.

Vegeta felt his lungs contracting against their will and the creaking threat of slowly breaking ribs. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth around an agonized howl, succumbing to the gory end that was sure to come.
When it did end, it wasn't how he expected.
“Not now,” came a cool and steady voice that sounded to Vegeta like it came from the end of a long hallway.
Bow removed his fixated stare from the twisted, agonized features of the prince in his hold and turned to his maker. Through slits of eyelids, Vegeta could see the almost unreadable face of Bow. He would describe the look as completely empty; soulless.
“He's not healed yet. He's barely even sport,” Buu said dismissively.
With a tweak of his brow and a slight shrug of agreement, Bow released the Saiyan. Dizzy and numb, Vegeta was so unprepared to be released that he dropped a good distance before catching himself in an unsteady hover.
He massaged his bruised arms, while taking deep rasping breaths. When he looked up, he saw Buu and Bow hovering there, but making no move to attack him. It was Buu who was looking down at him. The senior mutant wore a stony and unreadable expression. They held each other's stare for a few moments before Buu turned to say something to his creation and the two took off into the horizon.
Vegeta watched them vanish, still panting and aching all over. He let out a howl of rage that was heard all the way up at the Lookout.

“Well you should be glad that you didn't suffer any serious damage, ” scolded Dende softly. “Maybe now you'll listen when I tell you to get some rest.”
“Just give me a damn senzu bean.”
“We're working on that. You guys used up what we had in the first fight with Buu.”
Vegeta gave a frustrated grunt and the sheets jerked as he kicked his feet beneath them.
“Listen, just rest for tonight. You'll need to rebuild your energy. Now we know what we're up against.”
Dende left Vegeta in his darkened bedroom like a grounded teenager. There was nothing to keep the anxious Saiyan from hopping back out of bed and storming off to go train, but Dende had a feeling he wouldn't, if not to concede to the Guardian's wishes then for his own body's obvious need for recuperation.
Dende patrolled along the open patio until he came upon a room filled with chattering voices.
“What's the point? It's not like any other planet would be safer. It'll only be a matter of time before he goes and conquers them too! I vote we just let him kill us and hang out at King Kai's!”
“Krillin!” Bulma's voice boomed.
“What!”
“That's cowardice-- not to mention completely ridiculous.”
“No, he's right,” chimed Yamcha. “'Cause we're already dead, what more can he do to us, you know?”
Dende stood in the door way.
“Well then, say it all blows over while your safe at King Kai's. How then do you plan on coming back, geniuses?” Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and waited.
“Easy, Namekian Dragon Balls,” Krillin said simply.
“Right, and what happens when he destroys Namek along with its Dragon Balls?”
“I got it!” Krillin clapped his hands after a brief pause. “When we die, we take the Dragon Balls with us!”
There was a solid smacking sound from Bulma's hand finding the back of Krillin's head.
“Ouch! Hey!”
Bulma looked up and saw the young Guardian watching them with a smile that was both happy and solemn at the same time.
They all greeted him warmly and Bulma went to stand next to him.
“How is he?” She asked quietly so no one would hear.
“His pride is more wounded than his body. Fortunately, I think his body heals much quicker."
The two shared a genuine laugh at the hard Saiyan they'd both come to care for.
“Do you think he can beat them?” Bulma asked, voice going serious.
“I don't know, honestly. But I've been around these Saiyans too long to make the mistake of underestimating them. I wouldn't soon count Vegeta out of this fight.”
Bulma nodded but her thoughts seemed to trail elsewhere.
“So what do you think about this new Buu," She asked finally. "Why would he create a duplicate of himself? Why would he need another one?”
They left the light and noise of the lounge and walked together along the quiet, moon-lit patio.
“It's hard to say,” Dende admitted. “Buu needed this new creature but I can't say exactly why.”
“Well why do you think?” Bulma pressed, sensing that the Guardian was keeping something from her.
“I think,” Dende began, choosing his words carefully. “That Buu feels a weakness in himself. A weakness that arose when he absorbed Goku.”
“Weakness?”
“Yes. Whatever the nature of this weakness, it was enough for him to feel he couldn't trust his mind in its whole state. He needed a separate one, one that was free of the weakness. What it will mean for us all, I don't know. I can't say anymore. I feel that everything will make itself clear in time.”
“Dende.”
“Yes.
“Is he going to be alright?”
They'd come upon Vegeta's room and Bulma was peering in. In the glow of the moonlight cast through the modest bedroom window, they could see the heaving and sweat-glistening form of Vegeta twitching and toiling in his sheets, apparently asleep. The sound of hissing breaths and shaky moans filled the otherwise quiet room.
Dende knew that Bulma was no longer referring to his physical condition.
“What ever haunts him, it's something we can't help him defeat. He must overcome it himself. Worry about what you can do for the rest, Bulma.”
The human woman turned to him, a look of wonder on her face.
“The Dragon Balls, Bulma.”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “The Dragon Balls.”
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