I Hate Being Right

So sorry for the lateness of this fanfiction. It's sort of one of those stories that seems to continue only when inspiration strikes. Thank you all for your interest still.

Reminder: This story was originally written for Yaoi-Gallery, a site that does not allow lead female characters or females as a central focus...so no, there will not be much Bulma in this fanfiction. It is a change from other fanfics, I know, but I hope you still like it. Thanks again!

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.

Ch.6

“I want you to take these.”

Bruce held out his enormous hand and Vegeta eyed the two white pills that sat in his palm. The saiyajin was leaning tiredly against the filthy toilet in the small bathroom as the sound of splashing water filled the tub to his left.

“Oh?” Vegeta replied snidely. “And what are these now? More poisons to deplete my ki? Some magic pills that will make me absolutely love you?” He scoffed and peered at the dull water that shot from the rickety faucet of the tub. “I don’t think so. Get those away from me.”

He heard Bruce sigh, but didn’t care. The old, rotted door was completely open, allowing the two creeps outside to peer in. Hal was not in view, but the saiyajin could hear him muttering curses and making empty threats as he cleaned the mess in the other room where Vegeta’s torment had begun. A small sense of satisfaction crept through him as he heard the brightly dressed human ranting about the “shit” all over the floor and why “he was always the cleaning bitch.” Rich was positioned a few steps away from the bathroom door, his eyes scanning over his notes and his hands fumbling for an eraser in his pocket.

“They’ll relax you,” Bruce continued. “That’s all these pills do. They’ll help you enjoy some of this.”

Vegeta’s fiery eyes snapped to the large, black-haired man and he felt his anger building as the almost innocent, piggy eyes stared back at him. With a vicious growl the prince made to sit up, but with his lack of energy, the large hand on his chest pushed him harshly against the tiled wall.

“I guarantee that I will be showing no satisfaction toward any of this! You weak, pathetic humans can play your stupid little games! Allow yourself to believe that you have some control over me, but all your ideas and little fantasies are false,” the enraged saiyajin growled. “I won’t be taking those pills and I sure as hell will not give any of you fools a single thought of dominance. Control my body? Ha! It’s happened over and over again…it has little effect on me. Control my soul and mind? Impossible. Until you actually manage that, then you have no true power over me.”

The pride-filled words sent a fiery spark of anger through Bruce. The Hikaru inside of him did not take well to these words of arrogance. The large man could feel his body begin to shake with a slow, burning fury. His large hand curled into a fist around the pills and still, the alien gave him a look of blatant indifference.

“And yet you seemed to crack under the pressure of Skip’s mouth around your dick,” came a bored voice from the outer room.

Hal appeared, his hands busily peeling the gloves from his fingers and his icy blue eyes leering playfully at the naked saiyajin. He didn’t look too pleased, yet he had an air of amusement around him, too. The mere presence of this human set Vegeta on edge. There was a dark aura around him that the killer alien knew too well. If things got dicey, Hal was one who would not hesitate to kill.

The yellow-green haired human nodded at the seething giant that kneeled at Vegeta’s feet. “This little guy needs some time to cool off. Give him the pills.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened and before he could react, Bruce’s giant hand gripped his jaw painfully. Kicking out with his uninjured foot, the smaller being struggled and tried to escape the bone-breaking grasp. But whatever was in the potion that dulled Vegeta’s power was immensely strong. Bulma and that idiot scientist Skip knew what they were doing. He figured that at this moment, he was even weaker than the average human, his abused and battered body unable to take the wounds and make him stronger as it usually would. His ki was trapped inside and he could feel his continual calls for it exhausting him even more. His saiyajin power was locked in…and his small frame did not know how to function properly without it.

Beating with his fists against Bruce’s shoulders and chest, Vegeta growled and cursed at the ogre of a man. His fingers tangled in the short, black hair and his left foot swung out to kick the freak away from him. The giant was too much and the fingers around his jaw pinched together, forcing his mouth open. Trailing his strained fingers across Bruce’s back, Vegeta could hear the ripping of shirt and flesh. Bruce let out an enraged howl and shoved the two white pills into Vegeta’s mouth, then gripped the fighter by his thick, mane of hair and slammed the back of his head into the tiles behind him. Vegeta gasped as his vision exploded into a thousand tiny stars, his world fading in and out as his consciousness slipped.

He could feel himself choking as something painfully stuck to the inside of his throat and he began to gag and cough. There was a hurried sound of voices and then a few handfuls of warm water were dumped into his gaping mouth. He swallowed and coughed out some of the water, his head pounding horribly and his heart beat thudding in his ears. Vegeta could feel a stream of wetness sliding down his neck and past his shoulder-blades, but was too disoriented to realize that it was blood from where the back of his head had connected with the pale tiles behind him.

“Well, now I just feel bad,” Bruce’s voice chimed painfully in Vegeta’s head.

The dazed prince could feel rough fingers grabbing at the wound in the back of his skull and he let out a pained hiss. His blurred vision saw the hand pull away, the fingers coated with bright red blood.

“Get him in the tub and make him feel better,” said another voice from the bedroom.

Vegeta had the strange feeling that he was floating, before his entire body was dumped into a tub full of warm water. The sensation seemed to snap him out if his pained daze and he came spluttering to the surface, strands of his black hair hanging in his face. He realized that sometime during the few minutes of his confused and semi-conscious state, his gloves and boots had been removed…or had they been gone way before that? The saiyajin could hardly comprehend how much time he spent in this hellhole and they hadn’t even started yet.

Pulling the wet spikes of hair from his face, Vegeta eyed his thick, purple ankle that floated numbly in the tub. He saw movement out the corner of his eye and turned to see a shocking sight.

Bruce was already stripped down to his tight, narrow underwear, his large gut protruding disgustingly over the elastic waistband. The man was huge, his muscles bulging from his arms and legs, yet he still held quite the layer of fat. He appeared the same size as Nappa, only a hundred times more out of shape than the saiyajin commander had been. Vegeta watched with unveiled horror as the pale, ghastly man peeled the thin underwear from his body and ran a thick finger down his large chest.

Turning and facing Vegeta completely, Bruce smirked as the saiyajin pushed as far away from the man as he could…which was not far in the small tub he was in. Vegeta’s back struck the cold tile wall and he couldn’t help the shudder of disgust and fear that ran through him suddenly. Bruce was huge, every part of him. His cock was already bulging as he let his squinted eyes trail across Vegeta’s shaking form. The prince gripped the edge as a quaking feeling of dread passed through him. The man’s sick, leering face and overly excited penis struck Vegeta to the core. He wished to be anywhere but here.

The two humans in the outer room watched closely from the door, their faces eager to see what Bruce had in mind. They watched as the beast of a man strode up the tub and ran a hand along the length of his engorged flesh. His fat fingers worked cleverly along the head of his excitement, making his erection even more pronounced.

Without hesitation, the ogre bent over and lowered himself into the warm water, his actions making Vegeta’s eyes widen in shock and disbelief. There was definitely not enough room for both of them; hardly enough room for Bruce by himself! But the large man didn’t seem to care and he positioned himself so his large ass landed directly in Vegeta’s lap. The two humans outside cackled hysterically at the sight as Vegeta was forced to lie out completely, his lower body trapped under the ape of a man as Bruce straddled the prince’s hips.

The saiyajin felt himself slide under the water from the extreme weight that sat upon him, but was forced roughly to the surface again as Bruce grabbed his lank hair. He grit his teeth as the man pulled even more, moving him so he could actually rest his shoulder blades against the slanted wall of the tub. From under black hair, Vegeta’s deadly glare watched steadily. His legs were trapped under the horrid man and he understood there was no escaping his sick game, but Vegeta knew, with fiery passion, that he would not allow himself to fall victim to any tricks.

‘Remain quiet, remain indifferent,’ he reminded himself. He thought back to past experiences and called upon the calmness that he had taught himself. ‘There’s always a time for revenge.’

Bruce grabbed a bar of sticky, yellow soap and rubbed his hands together vigorously. His palms soon became covered in suds and he immediately went forward and swept his calloused hands across Vegeta’s skin. He held the bar of soap and ran the cool oval across Vegeta’s chest, neck, and face. His hand slid under water and the saiyajin could feel the bar rubbing across his abs and hips, then slide underneath and glide across his back and up to his shoulders. The motion was strangely relaxing and Vegeta became aware that his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. Heavy warmth slowly spread through his body as Bruce gently cleansed his taught, aching skin. He could feel his head begin to fall back as a soapy hand rubbed almost affectionately at his neck and collarbone. Vegeta felt his eyes begin to close, but he snapped himself back to attention and tried to sit up. Bruce was too heavy, though and a strong hand pushed his chest back down toward the slick back of the tub.

“Go ahead and rest, lovely,” the man’s deep voice cooed. “It’s been a long day.”

The warmth in the tub and the pleasurable high that seemed to have taken over Vegeta’s body made the saiyajin want to follow the words that were spoken. He was exhausted and his body felt even weaker than before. It seemed almost impossible to keep his eyes open and it began to feel as if it didn’t matter what happened in the tub. Sleep was coming.

“Looks like the pills are working,” Rich whistled quietly from the doorway. He was writing like a demon as his glasses gleamed devilishly. The view must have been good.

The words of the writer struck Vegeta’s mind and he suddenly pried himself awake. He hadn’t even realized his eyes closed. Smacking Bruce’s hand away sent the soap skittering down into the tub, but all Vegeta knew was that he had been drugged. Those pills were some kind of depressant or sedative to make him feel pleasurably comfortable and dazed. He shifted under Bruce’s large rear end, but immediately froze at the wide grin that appeared on the psychotic man’s face. A twisted look of amusement crossed his features and he leaned over to peer at his friends.

“Feels like those pills have kicked in completely,” he laughed.

Vegeta blinked and tried to figure out what he meant by that. The water suddenly sloshed around as Bruce repositioned himself and easily picked up the weakened prince. Bruce lay down comfortably in the tub, his upper body upright as he sat Vegeta in his lap like a small child. Vegeta glared at the beast and pitifully struggled to get out of his grasp, but slumped in defeat as exhaustion overcame him. His black eyes drooped and he gazed into his lap, only to see that he was sporting quite the erection himself. He held in a gasp and thanked his wet hair for covering the shock on his face, but he could not hide this. Obviously Bruce had felt it, and now the disgusting man wanted some fun. The pills not only put the victim into a peaceful sort of daze or sleep, but it increased the sex drive and need for contact. The sick humans were going to win this game using all the dirty tricks they had.

Bruce’s thick fingers brushed the wet strands of hair from Vegeta’s face, forcing the saiyajin to look away in shame; his eyes squeezed shut and a hot blush on his cheeks.

“Now, now, don’t be ashamed,” Bruce chuckled, his hands running up and down Vegeta’s strong, muscled back. “It’s ok to want…it’s ok to need this.”

“I don’t need this,” Vegeta spat, his eyes lowered and staring into the dirty water. “Force-feeding me drugs was the only way to get me like this. You’re a failure. You’re all failures.”

There was a moment of angry silence before Bruce began to run his hands across Vegeta’s body. The saiyajin remained rigid and silent, his body hunched over and hair in face as Bruce lifted his hips and let his swollen member slide across Vegeta’s back side. The prince jumped lightly as the head of Bruce’s cock poked his tail scar, but he forced himself to remain silent and unfazed. The water was cooling down, but Bruce’s heated body held Vegeta tightly. The saiyajin was helpless and limp as Bruce cradled and shifted him about, doing what he wanted with his body. Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to ignore the roaming, soapy hands that trailed lower and lower down his back and front. He focused his thoughts to a different place, a different time, away from the current nightmare.

The saiyajin allowed himself to be fondled and grabbed, allowed Bruce’s thick fingers to ride up his ass, the soap helping to make an easy entrance. Vegeta wasn’t there. This was happening to someone else and he felt nothing. Bruce shampooed Vegeta’s rich flowing hair, leaving the usual upsweep in a shiny limp mess that dangled to his shoulders. Vegeta remained slouched and unseeing; his eyes closed and mind elsewhere.

Bruce had begun to thrust himself upward now as his hands became wilder, more frantic. His left hand curled around Vegeta’s soap-covered chest, his powerful fingers pinching at the prince’s nipples and rubbing the sensitive flesh in tight circles. His right hand cupped his ass cheeks before sliding into his crack and grinding his fingers frantically inside. Vegeta remained motionless and seemingly unaware of the warmth that had returned. He forced his thoughts away, yet he had no idea that the power of the drugs within him made his body yearn for touch and pleasure.

Bruce was sweating now, his panting mouth nibbling at Vegeta’s ear. The water spilled over the edge of the tub as the man thrust up and down, his cock suddenly sliding in between Vegeta’s ass crack, yet not inside. The mighty length of Bruce’s excited member poked at the saiyajin’s balls, the human’s head sliding across the tight skin of the warrior, yet never penetrating. He suddenly shifted in the water and pushed Vegeta onto all fours in the tub. The prince cracked an eye open, hardly understanding what was happening. A heavy, calming cloud had settled on his brain, but he didn’t care. There was no pain, and something was telling him that he was ok…for now.

Bruce stood slightly in the tub and crouched his giant body over Vegeta’s. He thrust downward, making sure his penis did not go into the saiyajin. By merely rubbing his cock across Vegeta’s heated flesh sent waves of ecstasy through the exited man. Besides, he didn’t want to fuck the pretty saiyajin quite yet. The bath was just for fun, some foreplay before they had their way with him on the bed. With the pills taking affect, Bruce wanted to make the egotistical, maniacal alien come.

There was a thickness filling the outside of Vegeta’s crack, but he could tell that he was not actually being fucked senseless. The giant dick had not even entered him. But it was fine. He had been silent, he had been resilient…and he was warm. This warmth that spread from his lips, across his mind, down his chest, and to his legs made life much easier. He had a feeling it was those damn pills that had been shoved down his throat…but it didn’t matter. He was Vegeta, prince of all saiyajins…and he could hold his own.

The giant hand that wrapped around his dick was unexpected, though, and the tiny bathroom was filled with Vegeta’s low, purring moan. His voice echoed off the tiled walls and Vegeta forced his eyes open, his face staring into his surprised reflection in the murky water. He could hear the amused chuckles by the door and he realized the hand clamped around his arousal had paused.

“I knew you’d see it our way,” Bruce whispered in his ear.

A moment of panic hit Vegeta as he realized he had just allowed himself to make such a pleased and wanting noise. He scrambled forward in the water, sending droplets everywhere as he tried to get away.

“Ah-ah!” Hal laughed as he watched with hungry eyes. “You let Bruce know you’re excited. You can’t lead him on like that and then say no, you cock-tease.”

Vegeta tried to rise from the tub, but he felt clumsy, weak, and lethargic. Bruce shoved him down in the water, Vegeta’s forehead bumping against the hard bottom of the tub as he did so. The man clambered upon his back, forcing him to stay under water and unable to rise. The hand found his still erect penis and begin pumping viciously, the head of Vegeta’s dick sliding across the smooth, warm surface of the tub’s bottom. Bruce’s enormous cock once again found the tight butt cheeks and Vegeta felt the man begin to hump him, his throbbing, veined dick sliding up and down, the head slamming against the prince’s balls.

Vegeta screamed under water, though he felt no pain. Bruce had decided not to enter him, but his lungs were already crying for oxygen and the enormous pressure on his back forced all the air from him. Vegeta’s feet kicked out behind him frantically, sending waves of water all over the floor, but Bruce did not stop. He was crouched over Vegeta, his cock aimed downward and sliding with such ferocity, it would have burned had the saiyajin not been under water. Vegeta’s right foot slammed into the metal faucet of the tub and he began to choke in the bubbling, dirty water as his entire leg exploded in pain.

And yet, the hand at work on his throbbing, aching dick sent waves of undying pleasure throughout his body. The thick, rounded head of Bruce that kept rubbing across his balls made Vegeta jerk upward, his body crying out for release while his mind screamed for air. The suffocation and pleasure was too much and Vegeta felt a wave of heat spread throughout his body. His abdomen exploded with an aching throb as Bruce’s hand gave one final tug and his cock gave a few more rough thrusts into his testicles. Vegeta screamed what little voice he had into the water, his eyes catching sight of the semen that floated through the dirtied water. He didn’t know if it was his or Bruce’s…and he didn’t care.

A numbing calm began to cloud his mind and he felt his pounding heart beginning to slow down. The same pleasurable heat from before overtook him and he allowed himself to lie calmly at the bottom of the tub, Bruce giving a few more humps to his back to rid himself of any more ejaculation. Vegeta’s eyes slid closed and he welcomed the heavy sleep that threatened to claim him at any moment. The warm water that surrounded him lifted Vegeta into an almost heavenly trance and he didn’t care if he died right there in the water.

But a large hand gripped the back of his neck and his face was pulled from the water. He was shaken roughly, his world spinning with color as his body refused to awaken. Then another large hand struck his back, forcing the water from his lungs. He was struck again and this time he flung himself to the side of tub and threw up the soapy, stained water onto the floor. For several minutes the exhausted, shaking prince vomited and gasped for air, his lungs screaming with each breath. Vegeta could hear the voices of the humans that did this to him, but couldn’t even lift his head to look at them. He hung over the edge like a rag doll, water and spit dripping from his mouth as Bruce’s large hand rubbed his back.

“I think he’s clean enough,” Hal chirped, not caring that the saiyajin had been submerged for two and half minutes. The tall, lanky human turned away from the scene and went to the dingy bed in the room.

Rich was finishing his final notes, his scraggly hair hanging low in his face as always and then he, too meandered away.

Vegeta felt the water lower tremendously as Bruce stood and exited the tub. He grabbed a towel for himself and dried his large, naked body. Vegeta didn’t even look up.

“You done good, Saiyajin,” Bruce said. “I knew you’d come through.”

When Vegeta didn’t answer, Bruce snapped the towel in his direction, the crack of the wet material making the waterlogged saiyajin jump slightly in the water. Very slowly, Vegeta looked up, his eyes darker than usual and face completely expressionless. Bruce grinned a toothy grin and wrapped the stained, blue towel around his protruding gut.

“We’ll give you a few moments to collect yourself. And then we’ll be goin’ to the place you’ll probably stay for the rest of your life. The bedroom.”