Mind Rape | By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18434 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Another week went by.
Vegeta and Dende didn't meet again to discuss the alternative plan. Vegeta was certain no one else knew about it; Dende wouldn't have told anyone and Vegeta sure as Other World hadn't said anything. For the most part, the Saiyan took to avoiding the Guardian from fear that the manipulative mystic would try and coax more horrific memories out of him without his consent. He didn't seek out Dende's calming presence anymore either. He scarcely even made eye contact with the Namekian when they did happen to find themselves in the same space.
Vegeta receded back into his routine of keeping to himself and even ran the occasional odd errand for Bulma when he couldn't ignore her any longer.
However, despite how successfully Vegeta avoided the Namekian, memories seemed to resurface all on their own. Sometimes it was The Grove: He saw gnarled trees and snake-like forms slithering through the reeves before deep red eyes blotted everything out; Sometimes it was the final fight he saw and his own pride that defeated him on that terrible day; Mostly, it was Kakarot in his visions. It wasn't the last moments before he was absorbed that he remembered most but the many moments they shared before that, which had seemed so inconsequential at the time.
It was all so familiar, Vegeta thought. After some odd hours of going at each other with all of their stamina, one Saiyan would end up pinned by the other or they would be entangled somehow, totally limp with exhausted. They would look at each other then. Neither would say anything.
Their mouths would hang open, they were panting so hard, and the warmth of the other Saiyans' breath would cover and embrace the others' face. Side by side in a large crater or chest to chest against a rock wall, they would look at each other, seeing more than words could tell in the other's eyes.
And that was it.
They would get up and go home or go inside to eat. However the spars ended, neither spoke of what they found in the others' eyes.
Vegeta sighed and his head fell against the wall.
The sound of Bulma's brisk and purposeful footsteps were quickly nearing his training room from down the hall.
He steeled himself for the chore to come.
“Alright, I figured out what was wrong, Vegeta. It was a small stitch but it made quite a difference. The marker should be right on the money now, or at least close, We can now hunt down those Dragon Balls. You ready to help save the world?”
Vegeta was so surprised, he didn't have an available response.
He'd been occasionally sent out to find more Dragon Balls but, like the first time, hadn't had much luck. The Dragon Radar had been acting funny since they'd retrieved it from Capsule Corps.. It must have gotten jarred at some point because its readings had since yielded no Dragon Balls on or near the marker. Bulma blamed Vegeta's lack of care with the tool and said he'd always resented their need for it and must have purposefully dropped it at some point, knocking something vital out of place.
Vegeta, in truth, didn't mind all that much that the radar was incapacitated. He spent his time training away in the depths of the temple. His body grew stronger as well as his thirst for redemption. He thrived on the thought of the day when he would face Buu again and beat him.
Just when all distractions of the Dragon Ball variety had been swept from his mind, here was Bulma once more standing before him with a fully functional Dragon Radar, reminding him of how he stood alone, overshadowed by the towering hopes of his allies.
He eyed the insulting gadget.
“Run your own errands. I'm training.” He turned swiftly, whipping his towel over his shoulder.
“We need your speed, Vegeta.” Bulma's voice sounded drawn out and weary, as though she’d expected to have to fight the Saiyan on this.
Vegeta ignored her and returned to the command console in the center of the room.
“We're going to wish Goku out,” she said.
Vegeta froze.
Kakarot.
That smiling face flashed in his mind and more memories stirred, leaving a hollow feeling in his gut. He clenched his fists and shoved the memories away.
Quietly, he weighed the possibilities.
On the one hand, the tyranny would end. There would be no more Almighty Buu. The ancient creature would be beatable again. But on the other hand, if Kakarot returned, so would Earth's savior. All Vegeta's efforts will have been in vein. Any chance for Vegeta, “the hero,” to emerge would be brushed aside. As hard as it was for Vegeta to stomach the idea of Kakarot once again swooping in in the nick of time and saving the day, there was something else that the prince dreaded even more. It was the idea of living with the man who had so completely and effortlessly shattered his pride and everything he knew. Sure, Dende claimed that Kakarot was not solely to blame for what had happened in The Grove that day, but Vegeta couldn't even say the Saiyan's name now without seeing flashes of his full naked form over him, holding him down and laughing as he tormented him in the most vile way.
Vegeta couldn't do it. He couldn't erase all that had happened. Everything in The Grove...
There was no way. It happened. And if he wished Kakarot back now, he would have to look in the man's eyes every day and see it, everything the bastard had done to him…
Vegeta eyes began to sting. He blinked it away.
He could never face the man the same again. Not until he had his retribution. Vegeta needed to be the one to kill Buu and it had to be the same Buu from that day. If it meant killing Kakarot too then…
“I'm not finding anymore Dragon Balls,” Vegeta said without turning to the blue-haired woman. “I'm going to kill Buu.”
Bulma stared into Vegeta's tense and rigid back and could almost feel the waves of intensity like electricity coming off of him.
“Vegeta--” she stammered.
“Get out.”
Bow seemed to live on a diet of convicts and the clinically insane. Maximum security prisons had proven to be a real treat for the fledgling when they found them. Buu noted the particular tastes of Bow with some concern but nonetheless, indulging the other mutant's twisted appetite seemed to keep the volatile creature happy.
Something in Buu's belly tightened suddenly and his throat went bone-dry. Moments later, he could just make out a faint form inching along some miles ahead of them.
The figure was crossing their path. He was in his usual plain navy blue training suit and white boots. Buu strained his focus further and could see the determination on the man's face. He was out again on one of his inexplicable errands. Buu and Bow would see him about from time to time. Buu would usually have to defuse his comrade's dog-like urge to intercept him and his own less violent urge to follow him. The Saiyan sometimes carried bags of supplies or odd mechanical devices which Buu didn't pretend to know anything about. Wondering about it would require Buu to fix an uncomfortable amount of attention on the Saiyan, and he tended to try not to let his mind linger in that area for too long. For the most part, Buu didn't worry too much about what Vegeta was up to. Neither party did much to acknowledge the other. Normally there would be a brief glance passed when they did directly cross one another, but nothing more.
Buu continued to stare after Vegeta's distant, passing form. He was sure they were too far for him to see them but soon he would sense them.
And right on time, as if summoned by Buu's thoughts, Vegeta turned and they were looking right at each other. With Buu's keen vision he could see Vegeta's face perfectly, but the Saiyan would not be able to see him- although it looked like Vegeta was staring straight at him. Buu was almost stunned by the look in the Saiyan's eyes. It was feral and naked and wild. There was fury and violence and somehow Buu knew that Vegeta was not really looking at him, and perhaps hadn't sensed them at all. Something else had him riled up. Something had happened that had deeply shaken the Saiyan and Buu suspected Vegeta was so wrapped up in it that he hadn't been monitoring his surroundings. The Saiyan turned away again and kept flying, and Buu went back to looking ahead.
Why had Vegeta looked so rattled? He pushed the thought away.
“Why do we leave him?” Bow finally asked, breaking the heavy silence. They'd crossed paths with the Saiyan on several occasions in the past weeks and each time, neither made any move to interfere with the other.
“He is not a threat to us.” Buu said simply, staring ahead.
“Then we can kill him.”
Buu didn't stop but slowed slightly, a fire suddenly blazing in his gut.
Bow didn't fail to catch the sharp change in his maker's demeanor. Something stirred in Buu's eyes in that instant that made Bow choose his next words carefully.
“It's just,” he began diplomatically. “If you have a soft spot for the Saiyan, it might be in our best interest to have him out of the picture. I can help with that. It's what you made me for, isn't it?”
“You're correct. I needed a second mind,” said Buu after giving it some thought. “I made you to help me remain steady if I begin to waver. But it isn't weakness that keeps me from killing the Saiyan, Bow. I mean to keep him alive.”
“Why is that?” Bow asked, carefully masking his doubt.
“He may prove to be a challenge later,” Buu simply replied. “Haven't you been saying you were bored?”
This answer seemed to pacify Bow for the time being and they continued flying for a while without mishap.
“So, Vegeta is the one who will be a challenge for us...” said Bow, mulling it over aloud. “But then, why leave the others? Surely they cannot begin to pose a challenge?”
Buu turned to his comrade to answer but nothing came out. There was really no reason to let the other's on Dende's Lookout live. He knew it and he felt that he'd somehow been caught.
It was irrational. There was no point to them. He knew that destroying The Lookout would give his fledgling greater satisfaction than any he'd felt in some time, it would stave off his thirst for the Saiyan at least for a little longer. Even a large part of himself longed to see it burn along with all of its inhabitants. But there was still something in him that held him at bay, some foggy spot in his mind that made him want to avoid the place entirely. He knew what it was and perhaps he had been ignoring that too. But he couldn't keep ignoring it.
They had stopped flying at some point and Buu looked up over into the face of his creation. There was such wild and animalistic anticipation there. He was a dog salivating at the imminence of steak.
Buu realized that he had been allowing himself to be steered by the stowaway in his mind. The Saiyan had been quietly influencing him for some time now. He hadn't destroyed all vestiges of Goku as he had thought when he'd hunted down and killed his closest associates. Well he would soon. He would not adhere to Goku any longer. The Lookout had to be destroyed.
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