I Hate Being Right

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters. They are all from Akira Toriyama’s imaginative mind and I am merely writing my own non-profit fanfiction for my own sick pleasure.

*-Sorry for making you all wait. Finals, holidays, and coming back to school prevented me from updating earlier than I wanted. Anyway, I want to say thank you for the comments everyone. I'm still geting used to writing in such a style and your support means a lot.*

Warning: Nastiness, bowel movements, bad language, N/C, violence, disturbing imagery

Ch. 4

Vegeta had fallen asleep about a half hour after the humans left. He wasn’t sure how he managed to do this considering the massive amount of pain he was in, but after minutes of staring at the wooden cupboard that sat in the cold, dark room, his eyelids grew heavy and slid closed.

Past his aching abdomen and pained body, Vegeta dreamt of dreary days under Frieza’s control. Flashes of the demon’s hands sliding along his naked body and the clammy coldness of the horrid being made the prince shudder as he lay on the filthy chilled floor. The fear and shame he felt whenever being used by the tyrant filled him again and in his sleep he let out a pitiful moan.

In the dream the pale, mauve hands of Frieza traveled here and there, his black nails sliding across Vegeta’s torn and bruised skin. Sharp teeth brushed the side of his neck and cold lips pressed against the saiyajin’s back, the slimy kisses trailing lower and lower. And he was helpless. As always when under his cruel master’s grasp, he could not move, he could not fight back…he could only scream.

The monster said something, but the dream was unclear. Vegeta could not understand the mocking tones that hovered above him. Frieza’s bony hand struck out and snatched Vegeta’s arm, bending it back painfully until it felt as if it’d snap off. In the dream, Vegeta cried out. Frieza’s claws bit into the center of his elbow, the needle-like spears piercing his flesh. The tyrant was laughing now, his black lips cracked into a wicked grin, his white teeth appearing twisted and jagged above Vegeta’s scared face, and his red eyes glaring madly into his own.

Vegeta felt himself jerked awake as a strong hand gripped his bound arms and shook him roughly. Blinking through blurred vision, he saw, just in time, the needle being lifted from his arm, the narrow syringe leaving the vein in his elbow. Then, the pain and rage hit him.

Curling in on himself, Vegeta moaned miserably as the pain had increased tenfold within his stomach. The “golden dagger” that was engulfing him was increasing the cramps within his abdomen, making his tense muscles and stuffed-up colon scream in agony. Piercing pain shot down his back to his front and an aching sensation sat upon his kidneys and intestine. And of course, he probably could have avoided or at least stalled the moronic humans from injecting him with more of that ki repressing solution…if he wasn’t sleeping! He could not believe he let his guard down like that and allowed them to easily restrain him more.

The anger coursed through him, allowing him to overlook the pain for a few moments. He was so pissed he wanted to lash out and let his energy explode…but he could hardly even feel any strength within his beaten body. A suffocating frustration engulfed him and all he could do was lie there and seethe as the three humans from before stood over him chuckling.

“God, look at that blood,” the deep voice of the crazed Hikaru/Bruce man said. “Did I really do that?”

Vegeta flinched as a pair of colorful shoes stepped over him and stood before his face. Vegeta’s energy was spent, but he still had enough arrogance to not look whoever it was in the face. He remained resilient and glared a hole into the lime green and neon blue sneakers that stood before his eyes, ignoring the person’s presence.

“Well, more like Hikaru, did,” the man in front of him, replied nonchalantly. “You gotta watch that temper, Bruce. Sk-the boss doesn’t want us to kill the little freak…yet.”

Vegeta’s stomach sank and another horrific cramp passed through his body. He bit the red ball in his mouth, though his jaw ached terribly, too, and let out a high-pitched moan of agony.

“Sounds like he’s in a lot of pain,” the man before him observed.

“Come on, let’s untie him. Or at least undo his foot and take the dildo out. I feel awful bad for beating his face in like that,” Bruce’s dopey voice whined. “I know we getta’ fuck him. But he’s so pretty…I don’t wanna bruise that face.”

Vegeta blinked and felt his cheeks burn with humiliation. This giant man spoke like he was some pet. He was merely a plaything to them and they would have their fun while they were bored. Yes, this had something to do with his first appearance on Earth with Nappa obviously, but he had feeling there was something more. This “boss” was a mystery and the fact that he had not shown his face yet made Vegeta nervous. He always liked to know who his enemy was and what he looked like. Especially before he tore them apart for wronging him.

“You’re quite the guy, Bruce,” Rich laughed as he, too, stepped around the injured prince and stood by the side of the other man. “I always thought the split persona was supposed to be the violent one.”

“Ah, Rich,” the larger man replied, “everyone has his soft side. Hikaru just needed a way to let it out.”

“Yeah, and by let it out, you mean his dick, right?” The no-named one snickered. “Because even though you’re the “nice” guy…you fuck more than anyone I’ve ever seen. Well…maybe besides me.”

The three laughed and Vegeta merely remained tense on the floor as another shooting pain streaked through him. The cramps were almost numbing now. Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut as the pain ebbed slightly. He swallowed and instantly began to cough as his dry throat burned and ached. How long he was on the ground he didn’t know. It felt like hours and because of his sleeping, he was not sure how much time had passed.

“So, can we undo him, Hal?” Bruce asked again.

The colorful shoed human, Hal, sighed and tapped his toes on the ground. “I guess. I mean, how long were we gone? Like two hours? Two and a half?”

Vegeta sighed, as well, and tried to shift on the cold concrete floor, but his shackled ankle sent jolting pain up his leg and he quickly halted the activity. Hal leaned down and crouched before Vegeta’s face, a playful smirk on his features and amusement written all over his expression.

Vegeta blinked in surprise at this human. Unlike Bruce who was giant with black hair and had squinted dark eyes, Hal was tall and lanky and dressed quite strangely. The pants he wore were tight and gray with pale pinstripes running up and down the length. The narrowness of his legs was evident as the pants clung to what little muscle he had. On his torso he wore a tight black shirt with some kind of band logo on it. The design was intricate and red with some death metal art to it. The strangest part of this person was the hair he had atop his head. It was short, spiky, and a blinding neon green and yellow, something a saiyajin would never be caught dead having. Hal’s skin was pale and ghostly and his eyes were a cruel pale blue, icy and metallic. Piercings lined his face: a hoop earring on his right ear and an expander in his left lobe. A rod stuck out from his left eyebrow and a hoop hung from lower lip. Vegeta could only imagine where else he would come across yet another piercing the stupid human had on his body.

“So, Saiyajin,” he sneered. “How ‘bout we get that rod out of your ass for ya?”

Vegeta’s dark eyes glared into the human, his red-rimmed eyelids actually intimidating the young man a bit. Hal glanced at his friends and put up an indifferent and bored expression, though the mere deadly fire that burned in the saiyajin’s eyes did frighten him. The bright-haired human shrugged and moved from Vegeta’s sight as he inspected the alien’s rear-end. A sort of relief passed over the prince as he realized he might finally be rid of the large, painful “dagger” up his ass.

Hal’s nimble fingers gripped the base of the long dildo and began to pull on the thing. Instantly Vegeta tensed as his muscles tightened and gripped harder in pain.

“I think he wants it in longer!” Rich exclaimed as he watched with glee. His hand flew across his notebook as he studied the scene closely.

The saiyajin shook his head and growled his say in the matter and received a harsh slap across buttocks from the pierced human behind him.

“Shut it, Saiyajin. You don’t have a say in anything. Keep disputing like that and we’ll leave it in until your insides turn to mush.” Hal looked back up at his friends. “It’s been in for along time. His body tenses when I try to move it. Maybe one big tug will get it out….Bruce.”

Vegeta heard the larger man groan in dismay and saw him circle around to his back. The two humans switched places and the small fingers were replaced with much larger ones. The prince felt the giant get a firm grip on the bottom of the golden rod and within a matter of seconds the thirteen inch long, five inch round object was ripped from his body.

The pain was immense as all the muscles in Vegeta’s body froze up and began to cramp. He felt his stomach clench and push at the same time and the skin within his entrance tear as the long dry object stuck to the skin inside him. Through his hazy, screaming mind, Vegeta wasn’t even aware of his abdomen having a spasm until the humans around him groaned with disgust. The rod had been within him for over two hours and not only had his muscles suffered…but his bowels, as well. He had released.

He heard Hal cough and growl with annoyance. “Sick fuck. You’re nothing but a animal.”

A colorful shoe was sailing through air and quickly struck the saiyajin in his gut. The weakened prince choked on the gag in his mouth as all the air rushed from his lungs. He could feel the liquid traveling below and felt his mouth water as he thought he was going to be sick.

“Dude, that’s nasty. Don’t kick him, that’ll only make him go more.” Rich said, though barely concealed laughter echoed in his voice.

“Yeah, well that’s what he gets for acting like the disgusting ape he is,” Hal replied coldly, this time kicking the prince in his ribs. “I’m not fucking him in a room that has shit in it. We’ll have to take him to the side room. It’s nicer in there anyway.”

“Yeah, no alien dung in there,” Rich cackled.

Vegeta remained bound to the floor, his face pressed into the cold concrete as humiliation overtook him. What did these idiotic humans think? He had been lying there for over two hours. It was their fault in the first place! But at least the cramps had ceased. Yes he was in pain from the sudden exiting of the horrid shiny object, but he was now empty again and the relief was much better. His stomach was in agony as were his ribs from the random kicks he’d received, but now he had to prepare for whatever torment he would receive next.

“At least let me clean him before we do anything,” Bruce said.

Hal smiled and looked to Rich who stood far from the mess surrounding the middle of floor. Both of them knew that the big guy just couldn’t wait to get his hands on the small saiyajin. He had a weakness for the attractive and the beautiful, and Vegeta was a prized collection.

“That sounds like a great idea, Bruce,” a voice chimed from the doorway.

The people in the room grew quiet and Vegeta struggled to look over his shoulder to see who was speaking. Footsteps entered quickly and this time a pair of shiny black shoes stood before his eyes. This person wore gray business pants that hung low over the Dr. Martens, which remained planted before the saiyajin’s vision. The new arrival knelt down, but kept his face away from the prince as he leaned over and roughly gripped the victim’s bound hands. Without a care, he twisted the already awkward positioned arms, the pain making the prince flinch and whimper quietly. There was a click and miraculously, Vegeta’s hands were free.

Very quickly, though, Bruce gripped his still gloved hands and circled around him, allowing Vegeta to press the aching appendages to his bare chest. The same rough hands of the stranger gripped the saiyajin’s sore jaw and undid the gag in his mouth. A sharp pain shot through the aching bones and Vegeta had to move his mouth up and down to try and ease the throbbing pain. He had been biting the ball harder than he thought.

Soon the newcomer was at his ankle that remained shackled to the chair. Without much care, there was another click and Vegeta’s foot flopped down to the floor with a dull thud. He couldn’t help the gasp of pain and convulsion that ran through his body as the sprained, possibly fractured limb crashed limply to the cold ground. He tried to writhe away, but Bruce held his wrists in a firm, yet painless grasp.

“Sit him up.”

The ogre of a man instantly grabbed the wounded saiyajin by his shoulders and hoisted him into a sitting position. Bruce sat behind the prince and knelt against his back, then placed his large hands around Vegeta’s biceps, holding him tightly. Normally Vegeta could easily pull himself from such a position. But he had been injected with more of that ki barring liquid and it had made him even weaker than before. His body still ached and felt squeamish from hours of lying on the cold hard floor with no movement. Vegeta would not be escaping.

The new arrival had his back to the prince and Vegeta’s dark eyes traveled from one human to the other. Hal stood to his right, his long arms crossed across his chest and a cruel smirk on his long, pale face. Rich stood off near the shadows of the large, cool room, his hand busily writing something. His slightly long black hair lay in greasy strands as he bowed his head and looked at his notes, his thin glasses sliding down his nose as he did so. The new person, however, could not be distinguished yet. Vegeta could see that he, too, had black hair and was short. Vegeta sneered. He was about his own height, standing at 5’5 or 5’6. He was, indeed, wearing a gray work suit and the dark hair on his head looked as if it was supposed to be greased up and styled, but remained scattered and disheveled.

“I finally get to meet you face to face…Prince Vegeta. It wasn’t exactly at the best moment, though,” he chuckled and glanced slightly over his shoulder at the mess at Vegeta’s feet.

“The same thing would happen to you if you had that thing stuck inside for hours on end,” Vegeta replied, his throat cracking and pained from the dry air and lack of water he so badly needed.

A fist struck his face and Vegeta’s vision became a haze of stars for a moment. His already bruised and cut cheek broke open and blood slowly oozed from the wound. Hal stood over him massaging his knuckle, then brought his hand up and kissed the large ring on his finger.

“Don’t talk back.”

Vegeta clenched his teeth and growled lightly. The fact that he was helpless to destroy the worthless human made his blood boil.

“Not so harsh, Hal,” the stranger mused. “I know he’s only a saiyajin, but we need him to last ‘till tomorrow. I need him.”

Vegeta opened his mouth to respond, but saw the green/yellow haired mutant standing next to him, ready to plow another fist into his face.

“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here,” the man asked. His voice was higher-pitched and funny, a bit crackly and almost crazed sounding.

“You could say that,” Vegeta replied quietly, relieved he was not attacked again.

The small person finally turned around and Vegeta had to stare at him for a moment. The face was remarkably familiar.


FLASH!

With an angry snap of his teeth the prince shook his head and glanced away…but not before noticing a particularly mousy individual staring at him from large, black rimmed glasses.

Vegeta’s dark irises slid over to the short human and he slowed his charging walk to a trot. The man was weak and thin looking, wearing a loose white work shirt and a solid, pale-salmon tie. He had a mop of disheveled black hair and dark eyes that held a strange expression of loathing or distaste within them.

Stopping completely Vegeta turned entirely around and glared at the confident nerd who so bravely glared at him.

“What is it, Urkel?” The loud prince exclaimed his hands flared at his sides. “I’ve had enough of stupid human shit today, so you had better be leaving before I grind your skull into the ground!”

The small man chewed his lower lip for a moment before shaking his head at the rude alien and pulling out a cell phone. Quickly the worker stalked away and Vegeta growled lightly. Powering up, the blue clad prince took to the air and flew from the domain he now called home.

FLASH


Vegeta’s eyes widened and he clenched his teeth angrily. “You work at Capsule Corporation,” he growled. “What do you want with me?”

The short man grinned darkly and stepped forward, his black shoes clicking on the dirty floor. “Lets just say that I’ll be needing you to help…persuade someone to fall in love with me. Just think. You’ll finally be doing something noble and kind for once in you life, Saiyajin.”

Vegeta began to struggle against the strong man that held him. His right ankle throbbed painfully, but his anger was much more powerful. With an animal like growl, Vegeta practically foamed at the mouth.

“Fool! I’ll do nothing to help you! After you have disgraced me so, I’ll make sure to have you begging for death when I’m through. You can’t keep me tied down forever. Soon I will find my way out of your grasp and tear you apart. I’ll be dead before I ever become your puppet or dear little sex slave, you piece of shit,” he snarled viciously before receiving another harsh punch to the face.

The disturbed human’s glasses seemed to gleam mysteriously before a crooked, crazed smile appeared on his face.

“Oh trust me, Prince Vegeta,” he mocked. “We can arrange to have you dead as soon as possible.”