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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 Calm Before the Storm
Buu's plan had unfolded meticulously.
Buu hovered there taking in the sight of his fledgling. Bow had just leveled a major city without any noticeable dent in his power, but not before turning the entire occupancy of a major penitentiary into cream cakes and downing them all like tic-tacs. The fact that he hadn't even offered to share was a small affront to Buu but then again, Bow was a bit more abrasive than himself and Buu couldn’t fault him for it. He'd been made to be that way after all-- cold and unsympathetic. The young mutant now hovered some feet away, flaunting his speed and agility as he threw swift jabs and kicks at the air. Buu looked on appreciatively but beneath the proud grin was an odd sting of regret.
What was more beautiful than the successful creation of the being before him was the sight of a plan falling neatly into place. Buu had managed to destroy all of Goku's worldly attachments, leaving his conscious nothing to cling to and so blending what was left of the trophy Saiyan seamlessly into his mind. Buu no longer felt or heard a separate presence in his thoughts. He didn't feel torn between what he knew and what he felt. The foreign and imposing cloud that had so relentlessly hung over him had finally lifted and there was now only Buu.
But while he'd become admittedly smoother around the edges, there was one fault in Buu's plan, a negative side effect. It wasn't the fact that he'd had to split his power-- though the sudden decrease was slightly jarring; Vegeta's prompt defeat at the hands of Bow had quickly disposed of that fear. No, what pulled at Buu and left him with a distant feeling of foreboding had nothing to do with Bow. The being before him had proved satisfactory in every aspect.
The fault, though it stung Buu to admit it, was in himself.
Buu was careful to keep all of Goku’s traits and powers out of the new creature so as to make Bow a cold and unbiased warrior and also so that he, Buu, could keep all of the awesome power of the Super Saiyan 3 to himself. While this allowed him to remain immeasurably powerful, he had become more susceptible to the traits that were holding him back to begin with. He had given so much to Bow but kept all of Goku so now there was even less to dilute the Saiyan weaknesses he'd been working so hard to counteract. The traits of Goku would become more potent, he knew. He couldn't see it, but he felt different somehow.
Perhaps that was the price of honing such a great power. Buu looked down at his hands, his hands that could clear a planet with a flick, and noticed how they'd changed since parting with Bow. There was something distinctly Saiyan about them. Still, he felt the power within them and set his regrets aside. If he needed to take on this small weakness, this emotional vulnerability, in order to have such a power, then so be it.
Silently he meditated over his own gift and curse. He felt pride and loathing for it. It would keep him alive and immeasurably powerful but he knew, somehow, in his gut he knew, that the absorption of Goku would one day lead to his his end.
The thought was brief but resonant. He didn't know where it came from. There was no voice in his head, no laughter mocking him from that isolated portion of his mind. It was only a feeling and it vibrated throughout his whole being. And he knew it was right.
Buu clenched and unclenched his new, strange fists absently, staring downward at the ruins of the city and fighting off the sinking feeling growing in his gut at the sight of it.
Bow, having felt the spotlight of attention leave him, stopped showboating as there was no one to showboat for.
“Well,” he stated, seeing the blank look in his maker's eye. “Are we just going to wait here?”
Buu looked at him and realized they'd been hovering there idly for quite some time.
“We'll do as I say,” Buu said with a calm severity and he began to descend to the ground. “We'll make camp.”
Bow watched him glide downward but didn't move and didn't look enthused at all by the idea.
“What of the humans?” he called after his maker. “And the Saiyan?”
“Are you hungry?”

Vegeta stood in the shade of a large palm tree that surely defied several laws of nature just by existing there in the hovering temple.
From where he stood, Vegeta had an uninterrupted view of the open yard. There, huddled together in a small circle on the white tile, sat Dende and four small children. The young Namekian was reading aloud to them from a book and they all listened intently.
Vegeta didn't recognize the children and didn't know where they'd come from. He guessed they'd been pulled from the wreckage of one the many desolate cities before Buu could find them and eat them. Vegeta wondered if their parents had been rescued too or if they were here alone. The prince had never seen them before. Where had Dende been keeping them? The grand temple with its many mysteries, apparently had space enough to spare for anyone who needed it. Since when did Dende's Lookout become the local shelter? The Guardian was too sentimental, Vegeta decided. Soon this place would be crawling with orphaned children and teenagers and probably every stray dog, cat and gerbil from the local humane society. Was there no sanctity anymore?
Vegeta listened from a distance to the story the Guardian told. With his soft voice and gentle manor, it seemed obvious to the Saiyan that Dende would be good with children.
Vegeta didn't have that same gift with kids. His relationship with his own son was prime evidence of that. Trunks was a patient boy, more patient than Vegeta deserved. He was gone now. The former prince had been rudely reminded of that fact days earlier when he looked into the face of the new creature Buu had pulled out of himself. There was a wild disregard in the new mutant's eyes, a taunt and a youthful sense of entitlement. Vegeta realized later that it was all the brashness of the young half-Saiyan whom Vegeta had quietly come to adore, and something inside of him ached. He grimaced and tucked it away.
Dende read on until Mr. Popo came out and called the children in for lunch.
Vegeta didn't watch them but heard their cheerful voices go distant as they skipped off to the dining room.
Watching them off, Dende closed his book but didn't leave his spot in the sun. He rested there and appeared to be thinking over things.
The day was long and drawn out and far too relaxed for Vegeta's comfort. He recognized it as a false calm and suspected he was the only one who did.
He'd brought back the Dragon Radar and they could now move on to the next phase of their plan. The Earth invention had been long retired and needed some tweaking before it was in good working order again. Bulma had been busy repairing it ever since Vegeta had returned with it those days ago. Hazy images of Buu appearing suddenly at Capsule Corporation before reducing the place to rubble floated in Vegeta’s mind. The sheer glee in the pink creature’s dark eyes upon spotting the Saiyan had been a shock. Then the mutant was very near him again and he was leaning in…
Vegeta shook the disorienting vision from his head.
He expected the radar would be ready soon. Not that he cared.
While he waited, Vegeta generally spent his days in a secluded training room in the depths of the temple. He had no interest in squabbling over what to do about Buu with the others, and he certainly didn't attend the meetings (much to the irritation of Bulma who organized them and adamantly insist that his attendance was imperative). All in all, Vegeta generally kept to himself.
But every so often, on quiet days when people were busy doing their separate tasks and not roaming the premise, pestering him simply by breathing, he would be drawn out to the sunlight to seek the calming presence of the Guardian.
He never sought out Dende directly, but the Saiyan's stance and disquieted air were revealing enough that The Guardian would know that the Saiyan was in need of someone to talk to.
On days like this, When Vegeta didn't feel his skin crawling so badly and when he wasn't fighting back some mixture of rage and apathy, when he didn't need to pour out his darkest fears and deepest regrets into the young and patient Namekian, he found himself seeking out Dende's presence simply for the intoxicating calm that seemed to radiate from his being. It was as though the very air surrounding the Namekian was laced with some mild sedative. While Vegeta would not admit it aloud, he'd developed a craving for it. Just being near Dende never failed to eased his burdens, at least a little.
Vegeta was back to his full power, and stronger even, thanks to his Saiyan genes. A few days earlier, Dende had presented Vegeta with a Senzu bean. Vegeta was eager to immediately get back to an intense training regimen. It was unfortunate that the plants produced so few and took such a long time to harvest, but Vegeta didn't plan on being beaten so thoroughly again.
“Taking a break from the training I see?” came Bulma's cheery voice.
Vegeta acknowledged her with a look.
“Good timing! So you can do me a little favor.”
What was it about him standing there, minding his own business that gave off the air that he wanted an errand? Whenever he did this, people seemed to get the urge to come up to him and start giving him personal chores. This was why he hardly ever came out anymore.
“No, no, no.” Bulma said quickly, seeing the prince's demeanor shift subtly from generally annoyed to half-murderous. “This is very important.” she pulled the Dragon Radar from her pocket.
“Busy,” Vegeta said flatly, not up for the condescension today. As though he wasn't the strongest being alive. As though he wasn’t their single greatest hope for salvation. Whatever it was, she could easily get someone else to do it. One of the humans they’d rescued who'd done nothing since arriving but eat their food and wander around uselessly. Or hey-- Krillin.

“Come on Vegeta,” Bulma pressed, voice dropping to a more natural, serious tone. “We need your speed and we can't send someone else. What if they run into Buu?”
Vegeta eyed her, irritation etching his features.
“Since when did I become the errand dog of this institution?”
“You're not the errand dog, Vegeta,” she paused with a look that, to Vegeta, suggested she was trying very hard to think of some evidence to prove otherwise. Finally, giving up, she said, frazzled, “it's not like you're doing anything right now anyway!”
“Oh!”

Dende heard the escalating voices and, with a sigh, reluctantly abandoned his lounged position to move closer and try to referee the exchange.
They went on for a while longer before Vegeta grudgingly accepted the radar, being none too gentle as he snatched it from his wife.
“Don't be such a toddler!” Bulma hissed.
Dende laughed nervously, glad that the dispute was settled. He was of course on Bulma's side. He knew that Vegeta was a vital piece in the plan, but the Dragon Balls were paramount. Their careful and prompt collection would mean the rescue of the planet from the clutches of Buu. But still, Bulma should have known that Vegeta would react that way to any mention of the Dragon Balls. The current demand of the magical orbs now paralleled the demand of Goku when he was alive, Vegeta surely realized. It was as though the former prince was always second in regard even now that his former foe was gone. And now, he was being sent to fetch the things-- the marks of his incompetence. Dende felt for the haughty Saiyan but didn't know if they would have time for Vegeta to attain the power it would take to even stand a chance against Buu and his new partner in destruction.
“Listen, for now I just need you to go see if it's working,” Bulma tried to assuage Vegeta, who didn't even look at her. “I'm not certain how exact the reading is right now but it says there's a Dragon Ball about 200 kilometers east of here. It’s a tentative reading so you may not find anything.” At that, Vegeta’s did seem to relax a little. “But I need you to go check it out anyway. If it’s working, then we got our first Dragon ball! The worst that could happen is it’s not there and you can come back and we’ll adjust from there. Got it?”
Vegeta knew that that certainly wasn’t the worst that could happen, but he didn’t express it. His eyes flickered for an instant to Dende.
“So just check it out and come back,” Bulma reiterated when Vegeta didn’t respond.
“No, I was thinking of just staying there, waiting for more Dragon Balls to pop up,” Vegeta spat sarcastically and flew off without another word.
“Hey be careful with that," Bulma shouted after him. "It's the only one we've got!”

Once again, Vegeta was being sent on errands. He couldn't help feeling that that was all they felt he'd been good for recently. It hadn’t helped that he'd been defeated decisively both times he'd tried to confront Buu. Still, didn't they realize that Saiyan power escalated at a rate unrivaled by any other warrior race in the universe? With every loss, he gained a significant boost in energy. He was getting stronger and closer to Buu's level, he knew it. Even if Buu did have Saiyan genes in him, his power would not grow at a rate anywhere near Vegeta's because he had left both battles virtually unscathed. Vegeta knew he was on the brink of hitting new and remarkable heights in strength. He just needed a little more time.
Vegeta had been flying for nearly an hour when something in the distance snapped him to attention.
It was pink, powerful and fast and it was coming right for him. Before Vegeta could formulate a plan, Buu's spawn was upon him. He was alone.
The mutant slammed to a halt in front of him.
Vegeta could tell that he hadn't intended to run into him either, but he didn't look so much surprised as mildly intrigued.
So, they they were, each caught unprepared. Yet, the difference was that the Saiyan was in the unfortunate position of being the less powerful of the two.
“Hello,” Bow said simply and one side of his mouth tweaked upward in a half-grin that looked oddly void of anything like happiness.
Vegeta wasn't ready to face him again in battle but he would fight him if it came to that. He just needed to hide the Dragon Radar. If a beating would see to it that their stupid plan wasn't thwarted, Vegeta would take one for the team. It wouldn't be the first time and, knowing himself, it wouldn't be the last.
Vegeta didn't return the greeting but offered a wince of acknowledgement to the other as he carefully slid the radar into his back pocket.
“Off to someplace?” Bow finally asked, low voice feigning a conversational tone.
If Bow had some place else to be, he wasn't showing it. Vegeta knew he looked too suspicious just flying around alone.
“Just a stroll,” Vegeta said through his teeth. His expression was steel as he watched the fledgling mutant.
This answer didn't appear to register at all on Bow. That, or he was just too occupied intently gauging Vegeta's facial expression and body language for anything that revealed the Saiyan's true intentions. He still held that half-cocked grin that made Vegeta wonder if Buu had distributed a fully functional mind into his spawn or if he'd been remiss on some of the more vital parts. the fledgling looked half deranged.
After a long couple of minutes, in which the Saiyan spent preparing for the sudden wild attack from Bow, the mutant finally said, “well if you are going some place, you might change your plans.”
“Why's that?” Vegeta spat. His body was tense and covered in a sheet of sweat. His chest ached somehow as though the pounding of his heart threatened to break through his rib cage.
“Because,” Bow said with ease, “it's probably gone.” His fanged grin widened.
“Bow!” In a flash of speed Vegeta hadn't even been able to detect, Buu suddenly appeared between them. The senior mutant only glanced at the Saiyan before turning to Bow.
The Saiyan couldn’t help staring at the mutant’s face. his features were so daunting that Vegeta forgot his initial surprise at the mutant's sudden presence. His face, Vegeta thought. It was just too Saiyan and it made Vegeta feel a deep toil in the pit of his stomach. Would Buu always have this effect on him every time Vegeta saw him?
Buu did not stay for long. He gave a significant nod to his fledgling, then in an instant, flew off again in the direction Bow had been heading when he and Vegeta had crossed paths.
Bow watched his creator fly ahead before his eyes fell back on the prince.
The fledgling of Buu gave a slight nod which Vegeta returned, noting the dark look in the other's eyes and the promise behind it. I'll see you later, the crimson irises said.
Vegeta hovered there for a few minutes more after Bow flew away. In the entire time that the mutant was near him, Vegeta had been frozen in what he now knew was absolute fear. When he felt secure that the two Buu's would not return to charge him, he took a deep breath. His clothing was damp from the rivulets of sweat that covered him. His head ached and he felt like he had been submerged in water for too long. He flew on.
He went in the direction the radar pointed, away from the Buu’s.
Vegeta couldn't help feeling like he'd narrowly escaped something he shouldn't have. He knew when he saw Buu’s creation (Bow, had he call him?), that he wouldn't make it to where he was going. He knew it. Had Buu not shown up, Vegeta thought, he probably wouldn't be flying away right now. He almost couldn't believe it. He argued with himself knowing that he shouldn't have been left there unharmed. They couldn't have just passed him by, and without even an attempt to attack. It was impossible.
Vegeta's breaths were coming harshly as though he'd been holding it the whole time the mutant had been staring him down. Adrenaline was still pumping through him. When Buu had arrived, it had peaked.
Why had Buu left him there? And where were they going that was so important that they couldn't stop and spare a moment to pummel him again? Perhaps they were bored of him.
Suddenly, Vegeta heard a fanatic beeping from his back pocket and remembered what he was sent to do.
Below him was an endless stretch of rock formations and deep canyons. According to the radar, there was also a Dragon Ball.
The pointer on the screen indicated to a spot in an open plane. Vegeta knew the Dragon Ball wouldn't be buried so the radar had to have been some distance off like Bulma had predicted.
Vegeta tuned his eyes to search for the bright, gleaming orb. Like a hawk, he rose above and surveyed the surrounding trenches. He felt a peak in his body, an anticipation for his quarry. He supposed the excitement he felt had become intuitive from a long history of chasing these things down for his own gratification and personal advancement. There was a time when he would have killed for a Dragon Ball, and did. Now, however, he didn't want it. It was an odd, backwards feeling.
Vegeta searched the area for some time. He didn’t find the Dragon Ball. The thrive for the hunt ebbed after a while too, and he was growing bored and tired from the stress of earlier. The longer he stayed there, the more he began to feared that the Buu’s would come back this way. Every distant sound or flicker of movement on the horizon, made him freeze and wait intently. He didn't want to risk another run-in with them.
After a few hours, he began flying back to the Lookout.
As he passed over the edge of the canyons, Vegeta's eye was caught by a dark shade in the rocks. A cave. Distantly, something pulled him to go down to it, but he let the feeling pass and flew on.

When Vegeta arrived back at Dende's Lookout, he threw the radar on Bulma’s desk and told her that her shoddy repair job had him in the middle of a desert canyon and yielded zero Dragon Balls, but would be great for scouting and tracking vulture eggs. Lastly, he added that she feel free to not come to him if she had any more pointless errands with which to waste his time.
Bulma huffed and shouted at him before briskly leaving to go do more tweaking.
He didn’t tell her that the errand earned him a run-in with the Buu's or that he'd been left inexplicably untouched.
How many times would Buu spare his life, Vegeta wondered.

How many times would he spare Vegeta’s life, Buu wondered.
The mutant flew alongside his minion.
Controlling Bow was like controlling a feral animal, Buu decided. It had been hard for Buu to refrain his spawn when they'd run into Vegeta again. It had been even harder to explain to him why they continued to ignore the little refuge in the sky. Buu told his creation that they were waiting for them to gather their strengths so that they would prove to be a greater challenge, a greater feast. This reasoning seemed to pacify Bow for the time being. However, Buu knew that eventually they would have to go up there. Buu wasn't certain why he still felt reluctant to even go near the Lookout. He guessed it must be another defect from his most recent transformation. On second thought, perhaps a visit to the little temple in the sky would be just what he needed to stomp out the last of those clinging traits.
But not now. For now, they would wait.
Vegeta was up to something when they ran into him. Bow had told him he was certain of it and Buu shared the sentiment. Maybe they really were gathering their strength to take him on in some ultimate attack. If that were the case, Buu couldn't help the thrill that rose in his belly at the prospect of a real fight. He hadn't had one since before absorbing the Saiyans.
Maybe it was that Saiyan fire in him that made Buu's spirits soar at the promise of a worthy fight. Either way, he was content for the time being to wait and see what the Earthlings were planning.

As Buu grew more excited, Bow grew restless.
Bow didn't comprehend Buu's apparent hesitation to blast the structure out of the sky. At first, Bow thought there was wisdom behind it, a clever patience that was beyond the fledgling. Yet, as the days passed and Buu continued to deflect questions about the mysterious floating temple, Bow began to suspect that there was something more to it. Something Buu was hiding from him.
While Bow had a lust for destruction, he also had a compulsive desire for the things that were forbidden to him. Buu had, on multiple occasions, made the mistake of denying him something. As Buu deterred attention away from Vegeta and the temple, Bow found himself wanting them more and more. He wanted to watch the temple burn out of the sky amidst the euphony of horrified screams of its inhabitant. And as for the pompous Saiyan, Bow not only wanted to kill him now, he wanted to break him and watch him crumble.
While Bow was not a patient creation, he was an exceptionally clever one. And like a mischievous child, he would find a way to have what he wanted.
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