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.

‘*Hi! Well…I’m very sorry for not updating recently. I guess I’ve been slacking…a lot. Working on other fanfictions at the moment makes me a bit busy…and then there’s always school, too! But thanks for reading and reviewing!’

Ch. 5

Bruce tightened his grip on Vegeta’s upper arms as the boss of this little freak show approached. The saiyajin remained tense and unaffected, not caring what the little man intended to do. Vegeta’s anger burned throughout his body as the pleasantly dressed human kneeled before him, an amused smirk on his young face. Vegeta’s sharp eyes could note every detail on the bastard’s face, the darkness and stress marks clearly evident.

“I can’t kill you yet. I need to see something…happen with my own eyes before I get rid of you. But maybe, if you act on your best behavior, we’ll keep you around as our lovely pleasure slave.”

Bruce’s hand shot out as Vegeta prepared to launch a bloody glob of spit in the man’s face. He wasn’t close enough to bite the person’s nose off, but Bruce was quick to act. Having received the same angry retort from the prince before, the large man brought his giant hand around and cupped it hard against Vegeta’s mouth. Pulling his head against his broad chest, Bruce’s tough palm pressed painfully into the saiyajin’s teeth. There was an enraged moan as Vegeta struggled against the strong grip, but his body was spent and he soon grew tired of his efforts to escape. Looking down past his nose, Vegeta’s fiery eyes glared at the mocking person before him.

“Did you not hear what I said?” the man’s high-pitched voice laughed. “Such naughty behavior.” He snickered and giggled and the other idiots joined him. Breathing harshly though his nose, Vegeta’s bare chest heaved as fury engulfed him. “Now. You’ve been patient. Somewhat. I think we can give you some information on us. I think it’s only fair because of all the agony you’ll be going through. You see…you’ve managed to affect all of our lives. Well…MOST.”

At this, Hal let out a crazed cackle and crossed his arms. “Lets just say I like to look up to my older brother.”

The man in the work suit smirked and nodded, then crept closer until his face was right next to Vegeta’s tilted head. Bringing his lips close to the saiyajin’s ear, he began the tale of the crazed humans in the room.

“From what I’ve seen, you already have a good idea on why Bruce wants revenge.”

“Hikaru,” the large man corrected, his large chest bumping into the back of Vegeta’s head.

The man in the suit nodded and continued. “Yes, Hikaru. You know why Hikaru hates you?”

With the large hand clamped over his mouth, Vegeta remained silent and merely glared at the horrid creature. The “boss” leaned over and pinched the helpless prince’s leg and Vegeta growled darkly.

“Go ahead and uncover his mouth, Bruce.” The sweaty palm was removed and Vegeta licked his lips painfully. The force against his mouth had been strong and his upper teeth cut into the soft skin of his thin lips. “Now, do you know why Hikaru hates you?”

Vegeta remained silent for a moment before gaining a sarcastic expression. “Well, gee. I can name a lot of reasons.”

Hal stepped forward, his fist raised, but the black-haired man waved his hand, instructing the other to stay back. Crawling on his hands and knees, the boss of the group leaned over and straddled Vegeta’s bare legs. His dark eyes fell on Vegeta’s uncovered penis and smirked. Reaching a hand out, he reveled in the saiyajin’s tense and wide-eyed expression as his fingers wrapped around the perfect appendage and slowly slid up and down. He grinned as Vegeta’s eyes squeezed shut and he turned his head to the side, pressing the side of his face against Bruce’s large chest. Vegeta tried to remain silent as the incredibly soft and gentle hand rubbed up and down, his thumb spiraling around the head of his dick.

“All I want is a simple answer, saiyajin. Why don’t you just say?” His voice said softly as the fluid movements quickened around his arousal.

Vegeta bit his lip and let out the tiniest squeak of pleasure. His heart was racing and sweat rolled down his face and landed on his chest. The strange man leaned over and licked the salty liquid off the prince’s body, his slick tongue encircling one dark nipple. He knew that Vegeta was trying to put up a tough act, trying to make him think that he wasn’t enjoying this. He had heard enough about the arrogant asshole to know that if a weaker being were overpowering him, he would bluff it off like it was nothing. But the man’s clever hands worked fluidly, his dainty fingers jerking up and down on Vegeta’s shaft, the erect member growing darker from the blood pumping through it. The scrunched, exhausted expression on Vegeta’s strained face was even more awarding. The saiyajin could not hide the pleasurable feeling he was receiving and grinned as he trailed his tongue along the tan being’s skin.

The man straddling Vegeta’s legs stopped suddenly, and withdrew his hand from the pulsating cock. The saiyajin whimpered at the throbbing, ignored member and inadvertently thrust his hips, his body showing that he demanded more attention. With his eyes still squeezed shut he could not see the look of great amusement on the humans’ faces. With all his might he tried to concentrate on calming himself, but the rush of humiliation and arousal distracted him. He needed that hand back on him. He needed it to be finished.

“Why do you think we’re all here?” The soft, crackling voice mused. “Do you think we just kidnap people and have our way with them for the hell of it? Do you think Hikaru developed split personalities and goes around raping people for fun?”

Vegeta’s mouth opened and he let out a puff of air, his cheeks glowing red with frustration and stress. A small gasp escaped him as the hand returned and pumped him about three times and stopped. His squinted eyes still unseeing, Vegeta thrust his hips upward again, hoping for the hand to connect back to his dick. He was, of course, left alone.

“Nappa and I…he was my partner. We invaded earth years ago,” Vegeta gasped.

“And?”

The saiyajin shook his head and turned away, his eyes closed shamefully for even speaking. He had sounded almost guilty or something. He was a warrior and would show no weakness.

Vegeta’s eyes flew open as a hot wetness enveloped his erect penis. Gazing down in shock, the prince watched as the small human bobbed up and down, his talented and wild tongue swirling in circles around the head of his dick and up and down his shaft. With one amazing little lick, Vegeta bit his lip and tossed his head back, his skull pressing firmly into Bruce’s chest. The large man moaned at the shifting prince and ran his strong hands up and down Vegeta’s muscular arms. There was a wild scratching of pencil on paper as Rich wrote quietly in the back. Hal merely watched stoically, his icy blue eyes glued to the scene at hand.

Vegeta felt himself nearing completion, his breathing speeding up even faster and lips parting beautifully. A red streak stretched across his high cheekbones and he began to lift his hips up and down, the motion pushing his cock deeper into the human’s mouth. With a small, choked groan, Vegeta felt himself almost lose control as the warm, caressing tongue moved quicker.

And then…the mouth was removed. The coldness of the room struck his heated excitement and Vegeta let out an outraged groan, his eyes dark and angry and chest heaving. He had been so close! And the cocky shit simply sat on his legs like a lost puppy and grinned, his head turned to the side. The short man leaned over and blew some air from his mouth onto Vegeta angry bulging dick and giggled as the saiyajin jerked in suspense.

“We blew up a navy fleet and some military groups,” Vegeta hissed, his head turned downward in shame. “I’m assuming that this Hikaru guy was a general or something. I’m also assuming that from the stress and anger the man had, he developed split personalities.”

The men in the room seemed impressed and the boss nodded, an amused smirk on his face.

“He actually had some mental problems before that. The destruction that you and your ogre of a friend caused just helped it along. Who knew that one of your short, pointless missions about two years ago would have mattered. What a shame for you.”

Vegeta growled angrily at the condescending words, but was immediately distracted, as the man took no time in placing his lips around his tense dick again and began sucking at an inhuman pace. The narrow prince’s hips bucked as the wet, smoldering heat returned and began moving at a ferocious vigor. The snakelike tongue spiraled around and under the head of his thick cock, the sensation sending Vegeta over the edge. The prince felt a burning heat around his abdomen and his body tensed as he felt himself topple over the edge. With one final sweep of the tongue, Vegeta released and let out a low moan of satisfaction as the white substance shot from him. The man at his throbbing dick took in all of his seed happily, his mouth like a vacuum as he inhaled every last drop.

Pulling back, the man let Vegeta’s now flaccid organ fall downward, a bit of spit dripping off the tip. Vegeta’s humiliation came back entirely as the amused faces of the humans stared at him. He had been pleasured and used before all of them and he could not do anything to stop it. What a mighty prince he was.

The suited man stood and stretched, then licked his lips and smiled. “You’ve been a good sport,” he laughed. “My name is Skip. That’s my half-brother Hal and that’s our friend Rich. They either call me Skippy or Skip…but I think you should refer to me as Master or Lord.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Aw, why so angry, Prince? Isn’t that what you had to call your old master, Frieza?”

Vegeta’s eyes widened and he remained staring at the confident smirking man. How he knew about his past with Frieza was beyond him. Hopefully the man would reveal that information soon.

“You’re probably wondering how I created such a powerful solution to dampen your powerful and amazing ki.” Vegeta’s ears perked up at this but he remained silent. “You’re a surprisingly clever being. You saw me at Capsule Corporation. You know that I work there.” Skip could barely hold in his excitement as he revealed his intelligence to the weakened saiyajin. “Can you believe that the very solution that is floating in your veins was invented by the same woman who has taken you into her house? She thought that it’d be safer to have some of this around in case you decided to lose control. I am the top scientist who led the creation of such a unique and powerful potion. I have countless amounts of it everywhere.”

Vegeta’s lips curled angrily as a slow fiery rage swept through him. That stupid blue-haired bitch had led to this situation, even if she wasn’t aware of it. She truly proved the stupidity of humans if she believed he was going to go on some rampage after she and her family invited him to live at the compound. It was because of her fear and paranoia that he was now in this situation. And that Yamcha asshole believed that saiyajins were worse than his race. What a laugh!

“Ah, I love the surprise on your face, saiyajin,” Skip chuckled. “Bulma may appear innocent and naïve, but little did you know that she’s a thinking, clever little girl.”

“So,” Vegeta snarled through clenched teeth. “You’re doing all this to prove your love to her or something? You’re doing all this impress her and hope she falls into your arms?”

Skip’s laughter boomed around the cold, dark cellar and Vegeta glared at him questioningly. The small man placed his hands on his hips as his body shook with unconcealed amusement.

“I won’t reveal my reasons yet. Lets just say that I am doing for a…friend of mine. I’ve heard the terrible things you’ve done to him and his close friends and I was sickened by it.” Skip’s dark eyes suddenly grew even darker and he scowled at the prince. “I heard Hikaru’s story and my friend’s tales of your evil actions, saiyajin. I knew that you could not go unpunished. I knew enough about your saiyajin immune system to know that a basic beating or torture would only make you stronger. You strive on battle and pain, so I knew I could not break you with a simple punch to the face a few times. I know that nothing is more shameful or debasing than what we will do to you. Weakened you will be just like the people you raped and tortured and you will be terrified. You’ll soon learn that we humans are not just your playthings.”

The anger was overwhelming now as it flowed through Vegeta’s veins. No one punished him and no one told him how to act. He was the saiyajin prince and he did what he wanted, when he wanted, and however he wanted. The alien’s arms became tense and solid under Bruce’s grip and the larger man held him tighter. Through the blur of rage in his head Vegeta gave the arrogant man a deadly stare.

“You do not know anything about me,” his deep, infuriated voice hissed. “Like all humans you think someone has wronged you directly and feel the need to rectify it, when in all actuality you are merely looking for an excuse to beat, rape, and torture. I must ask…how are you any better than me?” Vegeta shook his head in disgust. “Do what you think you must do, but remember, I will get free sometime and you will be sorry you even laid eyes on me.”

The room grew strangely quiet at the truthful words and Vegeta could sense the fear that swept through the large, chilled room. Even in his helpless state these humans felt a sense of dread toward him and it satisfied him greatly. Skip glared at the naked alien that was held tightly in Bruce’s arms and trembled in anger, as he knew the prince was right.

“Rich is an erotic writer, so he’ll need some good imagery. Make sure you give him a good show, hm?” The small man explained as if he had heard nothing Vegeta just said. “Unfortunately for you, my half-brother here has no personal vendetta against you. He likes a change once in a while and the idea of fucking something as powerful and lovely as you was too good to pass up. Taking control over a full-blooded saiyajin was too sweet of a deal.” Hal let out a loud crowing of amusement and danced about a bit. Skip nodded and smiled. “I suggest you watch your mouth and do everything they say if you want to get through this with as little injury as possible. Set off Bruce just a little bit and he’ll return to his original persona. I believe you’ve already met him. I cannot be responsible for Hal’s actions so be careful there, too.” Skip chuckled along with his friends and he stretched his arms up and groaned with satisfaction. “I’ll be up in the viewing room that looks into the head bedroom. Have fun boys. Don’t kill him and try to keep his face in tact. I’ll meet you again in the morning.”

The three humans watched as the short mousy man turned on heel and treaded toward the door that lead into the hallway and up the stairs. With a final grin, he blew Vegeta a kiss and winked, then exited the room. The area was silent for a moment and then all eyes fell on the naked being in Bruce’s arms. Vegeta’s face flooded with embarrassment as their eyes traveled along his lean, slender form. He was like a tasty piece of meat to them and he tried not to think of the upcoming events that were about to occur. Bruce’s hands tightened around his biceps and he was suddenly hoisted to his feet.

The blood rushed to his injured ankle and the pain exploded up his leg. With a pained shout, Vegeta’s knees gave out and he was instantly hoisted up into the large man’s huge arms. Bruce’s squinted, piggy eyes gleamed with lust and he licked his lips.

“I’m going to give him a bath, fellas,” he said softly, as if in a trance.

Vegeta remained motionless as he was cradled protectively in the strong grip and glared at his own naked body. Being fondled and treated like a defenseless infant was disgusting and he swore he would get his revenge on all these fools in the worse way.

“Keep the door open,” Rich snapped.

“Yeah, Rich here needs something to write about and we know you won’t be able to keep your dirty hands off his body,” Hal laughed.

The large man chuckled and made his way to a large wooden door to the right of the room. Hal opened it up and Vegeta scowled at the large, dingy bed that sat in the center of the room. To the left was an open door that led to a small, old bathroom, the rusted bathtub shoved into the corner of the small room. The new environment was definitely not luxurious.