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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 Midnight Meeting and a New Hope
Weeks passed.
Vegeta clung to a solution that wouldn't involve the Dragon Balls. Dende was sympathetic to his friend and for a while, did indulge him. Vegeta was convinced that with a little more time and extensive training, he would be able to attain a power great enough at least to skim that of Buu's fledgling. That way, they would stand a chance. Dende sensed the power of Buu's creation, however, and could not pretend to be very optimistic. Ever patient though he was, the Guardian worried for time.
While there was no foreseeable deadline, Dende knew that they didn't have the amount of time needed for Vegeta to make such a leap in power. The Guardian felt it. It would only be a matter of time before Buu's eye was fixed on the temple. So, he kindly suggested an alternative solution, one which would also not involve the Dragon Balls.
Vegeta was reluctant but eager to play a more vital role in the plan to save Earth than the one he was currently slotted as errand boy. He agreed to hear Dende's idea.
One warm and breezy night when everyone was asleep, they met in Vegeta's room to speak in private.
“I need you to remember, Vegeta. Think back to the day in the grove,” said Dende.
Vegeta was apprehensive, to say the least, about thinking back to the day Buu had beaten him in his new form. Thinking of the swift and decisive defeat was asking much of the proud prince but asking him to recall what had happened afterward was a different sort of request entirely. In fact, if anyone but Dende had asked this of him—not that anyone else aside from the Guardian knew-- Vegeta would retort briskly and with a finality that left no question that the topic was dead and never to be brought up again.
But this was Dende.
Vegeta inhaled sharply and bristled. He hadn't spoken or even implied about what had happened to him since damn near bawling in the Namekian's arms those weeks ago. That was another thing which Vegeta would prefer be left buried.
“Why,” he finally said, voice oddly passive.
“It's very important that you try and think back to that day, Vegeta. You will understand.”
“Wh...what? I don't understand. What's this got to do with ...” Vegeta's voice seemed to be getting quieter of its own accord as though it too was fleeing from the conversation.
Regardless of how hard Vegeta tried to avoid thinking about it, as deep down as he'd managed to bury the memories, they were all at once coming back to the surface. It was as though the mere mentioning of it was summoning it back. The dam was quickly crumbling and the long-oppressed waters were bursting through.
Dende was vanishing before his eyes.
“It's alright, Vegeta. I was there. The whole time. I was with you. I'm here now. You're not alone. I need you to remember what happened.”
Vegeta gasped as his vision suddenly clouded over. The quiet, moonlit room and Dende's intent face was replaced by a dark and gnarled wood. Vegeta was pinned to a large and course bolder by thick tentacles and looking into the eyes of-- not Dende, but Buu, only it wasn't Buu's face-- it was Kakarot's.
The creature was asking him if he remembered when they first met. Vegeta felt hot breath on his cheek. Bile rose in his stomach.
“You were so small then, weren't you?”
Vegeta's fists clenched and he began to struggle with all his might. He knew what was going to happen and he couldn't let it. Not again.
He began screaming but nothing was coming out. His eyes teared and he looked up into the ceiling of thorns. There were faint specks of light and a single large hole through which he'd dropped. The sun was so bright outside but the thickness and dankness of the grove smothered them so possessively that it could have been night outside of it. Blue skies and a cool breeze could not be farther away now. Once again, Vegeta felt all hope slip away from him.
Then Buu had finished talking and all Vegeta heard was the mutant's laughter. Vegeta closed his eyes attempting to shut it out but the monster was inches from his face. After a few moments, Vegeta realized that it wasn't Buu's laughter he was hearing at all, but Kakarot's-- really Kakarot's.
Vegeta opened his eyes and saw the face of the only other pure blooded Saiyan left. The eyes were black with red irises but that big smile could belong to no one else-- there was so much joy and unconditional affection in it.
And Vegeta remembered.
He realized again what he'd realized that day in the grove, what he had blocked out along with the rest of it-- Kakarot was still in there.

Vegeta opened his eyes again and saw Dende sitting across from him once more and they were in the cool and peaceful guest bedroom again. The dark grove and its gnarled trees with their twisted branches were all gone.
“Kakarot is...” Vegeta choked out. The vision left him feeling light-headed.
“Yes, Vegeta.” said Dende surely, “he's still there. He came out because of you. I believe you can bring him out again.”
“But how do I...”
Dende looked at him patiently, “I don't know. But I believe it can be done.”
Vegeta looked almost hopeful for a fleeting moment and then his head sank.
“No,” he said lowly, “I tried. I tried... calling him. Buu's hold is too strong.”
“You mustn't give up, Vegeta. Wherever Goku is, he's clearly still fighting. Why do you think Buu hasn't come up here? He has all the knowledge of Goku, Gohan, Piccolo and the boys—we have every reason to believe that he knows exactly where we are. It's Goku who’s keeping him away! While Buu certainly has a hold over Goku, I think Goku has a small but definitive hold over him as well.”
Vegeta's eyes brightened despite himself as he listened to Dende's inspired voice.
“He's there,” said Dende excitedly, impressing this upon Vegeta with all of his will. “Goku wants to get out. He just needs help. I think you alone are the one to help him.”
Dende stared at Vegeta and waited. But as he looked, the inspiration that had reflected in the Saiyan's black eyes began to dim.
“Why me,” came his small strained voice. But even as he said it, he already knew the answer.
In his mind swam another vision, but this time it came from a different memory.

Beside him, Goku was panting and his gi was in shreds. Vegeta was in no better if not worse shape. Now that Buu had absorbed both their sons, including a new and more powerful Gohan, the monster had proven to be quite a handful for them. Goku lifted his weary head to Vegeta and the prince didn't have to turn to know there was a pleading look on his face.
“Don't say it, Kakarot,” the slighter Saiyan growled.
“Vegeta,” Goku panted, voice weakened, “just listen to me. We can't beat him like this. Please, we need to-”
“I know, I know! Fuse. It's not happening, Kakarot! Drop it!”
Vegeta bolted off again in the direction of Buu and Goku followed after. Vegeta got there first and so was the first to be swatted away like an incessant fly. Goku came next and received the same prompt dismissal. He hit the ground making a fresh crater next to Vegeta's.
Goku looked up at once and saw Buu hurling the beginnings of a large energy blast down to them. The Earth Saiyan reacted quickly, grabbing Vegeta's prone body and throwing them both to safety. Shielding Vegeta with his own mass, Goku covered both their heads as the blast collided behind them.
Vegeta came to, feeling the warm weight on top of him and the breath on the back of his neck. He knew it was Goku. Chunks of rock and earth fell all around them. He was not alarmed by the closeness of his fellow Saiyan. Nearness and touch were inevitable elements in their routine spars and both were long accustomed to each other’s closeness.
Vegeta nudged the weight on top of him lightly with an elbow and it was lifted.
“Are you alright?” Goku asked, eyeing Vegeta closely, hands reaching out, searching, as if ready to touch him in areas of serious pain.
“Fine, Kakarot. Take care of yourself.”
Goku sighed and dropped his hands. He seemed to be biting back something. In place of it, he said sorely, “If you won't fuse with me, we need to fight him at the same time. Don't charge him on your own like that!”
“Well the same goes for you, Kakarot,” said Vegeta, patting himself off, “I'll not have you snatching all the glory for yourself this time.”
Goku gave him a weathered look. The Earth Saiyan had known him too long to expect anything else.

There was a frenzy of explosions in the air-- like fireworks, none lasting longer than a split second at a time. A flash here and there and great rock formations crumbled all around. The sound of deep thunder filled the skies, but there was no storm. A loud crack resounded, then a flash, and once again two Saiyans fell 100 feet to the rocks below.

Goku crawled on his elbows toward his fallen comrade.
“Vegeta,” he grunted, dragging his own heavy body over the rocks to be nearer to the other Saiyan. When he got close enough, he saw that Vegeta was conscious. His eyes were half lidded and he wore a grimace. His fingers twitched idly.
The prince coughed up some dust and probably blood. Although Vegeta didn't want the other Saiyan to see him looking so utterly beaten, he couldn't hide that he was in a great deal of pain.
“If you're going to ask me to fuse again,” he said slowly and through painful breaths. “You can save it, Kakarot. I'd rather die again than spend life trapped in a body with a low-level clown like--”
“No, Vegeta,” Goku interjected gently, “I'm not going to ask you to fuse again. Besides,” he watched Vegeta try to pick himself up but fail miserably, collapsing back into the rubble. “I think I'd miss this too much.” He almost laughed then.
Vegeta wouldn't admit it but he too feared he would miss their time together. What would it mean to be forevermore fused to Kakarot? Would they never again be able to talk to each other this way as separate beings? Or would Vegeta never be rid of the infuriating third class? He wasn't sure which outcome he feared most.
Vegeta let out a cry of frustration or annoyance. He didn't look over to the man he'd spent most of his adult life loathing and admiring but he knew Goku was watching him with that kind-- almost sad-- smile.
“I just wanted to tell you, it's good to see you again.”
And Vegeta did look at him then. He wanted to sneer and scoff and belittle the emotional Saiyan, but he couldn't. There was no trick behind the other's eyes, no motive in his voice. Kakarot was then and always had been completely sincere. It just wasn't often that Vegeta allowed himself to see it.
The prince sighed.
“It's good to see you too. Kakarot,” he said.
And Goku smiled more broadly.
The moment they shared would not last long. Buu soon charged them again. This time, however, the last two Saiyans put up a joined fight the mutant didn't think them capable of after the beating he'd laid into them. The Saiyans surprised him with their tenacity and their endless well of power from which no matter how much they drew, never seemed to deplete.
In any other circumstances, two against one would have been unfair odds which neither would abide, but Buu had a whole hoard of powerful fighters in his arsenal and all their abilities at his disposal. So today, all fairness went out the window.
Things were beginning to turn around, Vegeta thought, allowing himself a moment of pride. But like so many times before, his pride would precede his suffering.
Vegeta began to laugh as he looked onto a scuffed and infuriated Buu.
“Look at him,” he said to Goku who was not laughing. “He thought he could take on the two most powerful beings in the universe! What a fool! Three half breeds and a Namek does not equal the power of a full-blooded Saiyan!” he laughed again and Goku frowned at him. His boast was ill-received, considering they were just as beat up if not more so than Buu.
Buu seethed but nonetheless appeared to be listening to Vegeta's chiding. The prince wouldn't know until it was too late what was stirring behind the mutant’s calculating eyes.
An appendage was missing from Buu. The end of his long antenna. It had been blown off of him in the last scuffle and Buu looked so shredded anyway that no one noticed.
The piece was currently making its way up to the unsuspecting Saiyans, who were both distracted by the prince's monologue.
One was clearly more powerful than the other but Buu decided, as he looked into that arrogant face of the prince, that Goku could wait. Vegeta would go down first.
Goku waited for Vegeta's laughter to settle before turning to Buu. “Our friends aren't dead, I can sense them in you. Give them back to us. This doesn't have to go on.”
What happened next was mostly a blur to Vegeta. What looked like a small smirk flashed in Buu's face and that was the last the prince would see of Buu in that form.
A strong arm forced Vegeta aside and when the prince looked at what had pushed him, he caught a glimpse of the horror-stricken face of Goku before an ominous shadow fell over it and a great pink, amorphous blob swallowed the other Saiyan whole.
It was the same trick that the boys had fallen for before. Vegeta had been so confident in their upper hand that he'd dropped his guard and now it was Buu who was laughing. What followed was the single most horrible experience of the prince's life and now a part of him almost felt that he deserved it.

“He sacrificed himself for me.” Vegeta said aloud to no one in particular. “He pushed me out of the way. Why would he do that?”
Dende thought a moment.
“I believe if you think about it, you'll realize that Goku would do many things for you.”
Vegeta turned to Dende as if just noticing he was there.
“The relationship you had with Goku was a fragile one,” the Guardian went on in his soothing way. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Vegeta shook his head and Dende knew not to press the subject.
“Think it over,” Dende said, standing up. “The Dragonballs are not fool-proof. I think that in the end, your connection with Goku will prove to be the key to stopping Buu. I'll let you rest.”
Dende left Vegeta to the calm of his bedroom. The moon was still high in the starry night sky and Vegeta looked at it through his large and open window.
Kakarot, the name echoed in his mind.
If this new plan meant that Vegeta would have to face Buu again, he wasn't sure that the small prospect of success was worth the risk. The very idea sent icy needles through his spine.
As much as he detested the thought of relying so heavily on the Dragon Balls, he felt a physical repulsion to the idea of having to face Buu, let alone seeking him out and confronting him.
He grew weary as he debated with himself. Soon the thought was distant. He fell into an anxious sleep.
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