I Hate Being Right

‘Yes. I have returned at last.’

Ch. 7

Vegeta could hear the three humans talking to each other casually in the other room. The waterlogged saiyajin still remained draped over the edge of the bathtub, his heavy eyelids blinking slowly as he gazed at the stained toilet next to him.

The pills that he had been forced to take coursed through his body, the sedative making him feel warm and uncaring. But even though Vegeta’s body was numb and weak, he felt the rising panic and disgust creeping in the back of his mind. What had just occurred…was a nightmare. He had been used and played with like some blowup doll, and even worse than that, he had actually enjoyed some parts of it. Yes, the drugs made him unable to resist the arousal that had assaulted him, but he was the saiyajin prince! He should have been able to control his actions and body.

But now there appeared to be no hope for him. The humans in the small dingy room only feet away from him were eagerly planning to fuck him senseless and Vegeta had absolutely no power to stop them. His heart raced and he felt mind-numbing fear roll over him as he imagined what they would use on him and what else they would force into his system. He could not let them control the reactions of his body in such a way!

“God, would you get him out of there!” Hal’s annoyed voice snapped.

Vegeta tensed and stared wide-eyed at the toilet before him, hoping that he could remain in this position forever, rather than be taken to the bed in the dungeon-room. But his hopes were crushed as Bruce’s large hands gripped his back. The small prince let his body hang loose, hoping his limp, rag-doll form would make it harder for the beast of a man to pick him up.

“And make him use the toilet before you bring him,” Hal called impatiently. Vegeta could only hear him, but the punk sounded far too anxious. “Don’t want anymore messes.”

Bruce chuckled tolerantly and hauled the naked saiyajin from the tub. Dripping wet and groggy, Vegeta felt himself placed on the cold, grimy toilet and his face reddened deeply. The giant black haired man patted his sopping, frazzled hair and Vegeta refused to look at him.

“Do your business like a good boy,” he boomed sweetly. “The door is open so we know if you don’t go.”

The large man laughed and strode from the small bathroom, his giant hand still holding the barely concealing towel around his waist. Vegeta turned his head slightly and watched through strands of hanging black hair as Bruce stomped from the dirty bathroom. For the first time in a long while, Vegeta felt total, unwavering despair and he slowly lowered his head in shame and absolute defeat, his eyes squeezed shut as they burned with helpless tears.


Skip found it hard to sleep. He had crawled into the cheetah print bed upstairs about an hour and a half ago, but in his mind, all he saw was Yamcha. He replayed the stories the powerful fighter had told him over the couple of years they had known each other. The scarred man told Skip all about his adventures as an Earth warrior and what he had seen and experienced in his life. Skip was fascinated every time when speaking to Yamcha, his dark eyes never leaving the fighter’s face for a minute.

Yamcha always said, “I shouldn’t be telling you this, buuuttt…”

And Skip was always so grateful and happy to know that Yamcha felt ok talking to him and telling him the stories of his life. It proved that Yamcha saw him as a friend, no, as a kindred spirit. The brave warrior saw Skip as his most trusted friend, and now it was time to show Yamcha that Skip would do anything for him.

Many of Yamcha’s stories involved those that had hurt him and his friends. Of course, being one of Earth’s special warriors involved risks, but Skip would not allow those villains to go unpunished, especially if he had the power and technology and mindset to carry out those punishments.

“And carried them out I have,” Skip mumbled to the ceiling. His eyes were wide open as he lay unmoving on his tough bed. His arms traveled up his body and he hummed happily. “Oh, Yamcha…” he sighed.

The very first time Skip heard about Yamcha’s death at the hands of Vegeta, he felt unable to control his rage. The fury hit him like a bag of bricks, but Skip was such a good actor, he knew Yamcha didn’t notice. He was a great performer as well as a marvelous scientist.

“Indeed, it’s true,” he murmured with a grin.

Yamcha told him about the saiyajin and his companion, the ogre named Nappa. He told the tale of his demise at Vegeta’s hands, and then recounted the story of his close friends’ deaths, as well. Tien, Chaotzu, and Piccolo had all been brutally murdered by the very person downstairs. At least, that’s how Skip saw it.

The small man closed his eyes and took a few breaths. He was so excited and nervous to show Yamcha what he had done. Seeing that he had captured and punished the saiyajin for him would make the scarred human fall desperately for him. All his efforts and intelligence and caring would pay off and once Yamcha saw how much he loved him, the man would never see anything but him again.

Skip realized that his hand had crept down his pants in excitement. Smiling slyly to no one, the crazed human slapped the wandering hand with his other and pulled the appendage away from his arousal.

“I must wait until tomorrow. No touchy-touchy yet.”

Skip giggled childishly and then rolled over, pulling his large cheetah blanket over himself and sighing into his pillows.


Vegeta was handled roughly as Bruce grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him from the bathroom. Stumbling gracelessly, the drugged and drowsy prince tried to break away from the giant fingers around his neck. With a sharp groan, Vegeta grimaced as his right ankle gave out and his leg crumpled in pain. Hal hurried over and shoved the prince onto the bed roughly, his annoyance rising at the stubborn alien’s struggles.

Vegeta instantly felt comfortable on the squashy bed and his sharp senses inhaled the sheet’s scent. In a flash his eyes flew open and he flipped onto his back, his left leg already pulling back and ready to kick.

The entire mattress reeked of sex and sweat. His naked flesh already felt dirty and disgusting at the idea of these men fucking and raping some other defenseless person right where he lay. His panic overcame the strong pills that still controlled his body and he felt like a caged animal as the three humans surrounded him.

“Good. I love it when they struggle,” Hal growled, his pale face sneering like a feral creature.

“Get back,” Vegeta snarled, his pupils dilated and teeth flashing. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill all of you! Don’t come near me.”

Hal laughed loudly and danced around the bed like a beast toying with its prey. Vegeta sat up and kept his eyes trained on the insane human, his adrenaline pumping through his veins. Just looking at the green and yellow-haired human enraged Vegeta. He wanted nothing more than to leap off the bed and rip his throat out with his bare teeth.

Hal turned his back for a second and Vegeta felt his muscles coil as he flung himself across the bed. In a flash the saiyajin was on the edge of the mattress…and found himself staring down the barrel of a large silver handgun. The icy metal pressed against his forehead and the growling saiyajin glared past it into Hal’s piercing blue eyes.

The human had a playful, chilling expression in his eyes and he nudged the barrel of gun forcefully into Vegeta’s widow’s peek. The prince rocked back slightly from the prompting pushes and lowered his eyes in resignation.

“That’s a good pet,” Hal hissed cruelly. With one final, harsh push, the punk-rocker shoved the gun against Vegeta’s forehead, forcing the saiyajin to fall back onto the mattress. Pointing the weapon enthusiastically at the defenseless being, Hal grinned madly and tossed the silver object back and forth between hands. “I am not afraid to use this, Saiyajin.”

“You’re not allowed to kill me,” Vegeta said darkly.

Hal smiled childishly and scratched the side of his skull with the gun as if in deep thought. “Not yet anyway. But a person can live with a few bullet holes in him. I know a saiyajin could probably withstand a lot.” Staring at the fuming prince on the bed, Hal shrugged and aimed the gun at him. “But I don’t want to get blood everywhere and I know you don’t want to get raped with gun shots in your legs or arms, right?” When Vegeta said nothing and bowed his head, Hal grinned happily. “Good. So let’s behave.”

Turning and placing the gun on a small end table in the corner of the gray, plain room, Hal kicked off his colorful shoes and ran his lanky fingers through his neon hair. Eyeing his two partners, the three all turned to the naked prince on the bed, unsure of what to do next.

“Should we jump straight into toys or go nice and easy?” Bruce asked stupidly.

Hal shrugged and cocked his head to the side. Vegeta felt his body heat up with humiliation as he was stared at like a piece of meat. He wished for blankets or anything to cover up his nudity, but all he was laying on was an off-white sheet and a bumpy mattress.

“Start it off slow. Get him nice and turned on, then we go for the bigger stuff,” Rich said quietly, his stringy hair still hanging in his face and head bent over his notebook.

Hal let out a huff of air and cracked his knuckles. “I’ll start us off.” Undoing his belt buckle quickly and sliding off his tight, gray pants, Hal nodded to a small bin near the wall of the blank room. “Grab me the black rope.”

Vegeta’s breath was shuddering and short as he eyed the writer digging through the plastic bin a few feet away. Hal was standing only his boxers now, his cold eyes gazing at Rich with excitement as he pulled thin leather ropes from the box. Vegeta felt his body begin to tremble as he realized he would not be able to stop this. The pills were still in affect, though not as badly as before, and he knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to escape into some drug-induced fantasy. He was going to experience all the torture, humiliation, and shame…just as he had when living under Frieza’s hungry eyes.

Hal gathered the straps in his hands, the black material contrasting greatly with his pale body. Vegeta eyed the nipple rings on the man’s chest and hoped they could be used against the pierced freak at some point during this nightmare. But Vegeta had no spectacular plan or great idea for escape. He was going to be tied to a bed and fucked mercilessly by a bunch of brainless, selfish, insane humans.

The saiyajin prince closed his eyes as Hal shoved him back against the bed. Lying flat on his back, Vegeta tried to keep his shivering down to a minimum as his arms were forced over his head. Feeling his breath catching in his chest, Vegeta couldn’t stop the fear that ate at him. He could not stand being touched and he especially hated being restrained. The terror grew within him and let out a scared gasp as the leather ropes bound his hands to the wiry metal bed frame above him. Opening his eyes and looking over his head, he watched helplessly as Hal viciously tightened the straps, making it impossible to free his pained wrists from overhead.

Burying his face into his shoulder, Vegeta felt the bed shake as Hal crawled off and admired his handy work. Already the bound saiyajin could feel his hands tingle and fingers twitch in pain. Gazing up side down again, he could see the skin reddening and chaffing where the leather dug into flesh.

Rich’s pencil was the only thing making sound in the room. Bruce just stood by the bed, not saying a word, his eyes transfixed on the curving ropes that bound his hands. Vegeta could hear the sound of clothing falling to the floor and he closed his eyes in defeat as he realized Hal had removed his boxers. Feeling the bed shift, Vegeta turned his head as far away as he could, even though he knew Hal was leaning over his helpless body.

“I could get you a blindfold,” the bastard mused.

Vegeta’s eyes opened and he turned his head to glare at the face staring down at him. Feeling his face contort into a mask of fury, the prince could only growl and bare his teeth. Hal lifted a finger and wagged it in the enraged saiyajin’s face.

“Any wrong moves and you’ll be facing the wrath of Mr. Gun. Trust me, monkey-boy. I am not afraid to use it.”

Vegeta let out an angry grunt and looked away. But both ways he gazed he saw Rich and Bruce. Hal hovered above him on all fours and he couldn’t look over his head the whole time. He had to face the assault on all sides.

Hal traced a finger along Vegeta’s sculpted stomach and then up to his ribs. His eyes explored the curves and muscles on the prince’s exquisite form and Hal groaned as he felt his dick harden already just by gazing at the perfect body. The pierced being’s breath became heavy and deep as his body heated.

Lowering himself against Vegeta’s body, the human immediately began to hump, his tall lanky body grinding against the prince’s rock-hard thigh. The shorter man let out a sickened choke and tried to jerk away, his eyes squinted with humiliation as Hal used his body as something to rub against.

“Uh yeah,” Hal panted, a string of saliva traveling from his mouth down Vegeta’s ribs. “I love it when you squirm.”

“No,” Vegeta moaned through clenched teeth. He pulled at the bonds at his wrists, ignoring the horrid pain they caused.

The prince’s legs pathetically kicked at the sheets on the mattress, his body flexing and shifting as he tried to pull away. His legs spread more as his feet got tangled in the loose sheets and sweat rolled down his pectorals and neck as his weak attempts sapped his strength.

His jerking, twisting body made Hal and the viewers even more excited and the lanky human picked up his pace, his hips thrusting against Vegeta’s thigh and hip. Rich could hardly write as he watched, transfixed as Hal used the prince as his own personal toy.

Rolling fully on top of Vegeta, Hal reached down and fondled the prince’s limp penis. The saiyajin gasped loudly and flung his head back, rolling his hips in a vain attempt to escape the clever fingers. But Hal quickly pulled the victim’s member upward and pressed his long, thin dick against it. Continuing his frantic actions, Hal rubbed his heated arousal against the saiyajin’s unresponsive penis, his hand tightening painfully around both.

As if possessed, Hal picked up his speed, causing Vegeta to grimace in pain as his fingernails dug into his organ painfully. Hal pressed his cheek to the prince’s strained neck; his eyes squinted and glazed as his hips thrust wildly. The neon-haired human moaned passionately and turned to lick at Vegeta’s dark nipples as if in a trance. It seemed that he didn’t even see Vegeta as a living being anymore, just something to masturbate against.

The saiyajin squeezed his eyes shut as lips sucked at his nipples, heating his body like an oven. Pressing his mouth together and not making a sound, Vegeta concentrated as hard as he could to not allow himself to fall into their trap. He could not let them get to him again.

But the hot dick rubbing against his own and the hand that worked it made his abdomen blaze with heat. The lips and tongue on his nipples sent waves of ecstasy through his body and he didn’t know if he could handle it. Hal’s face pressing against his tanned skin and the man’s tall, heavy body slamming into him made Vegeta begin to lose control.

He felt his cheeks redden and his lips part slightly as his member began to rise. Hal’s frenzied actions made Vegeta’s hips jerk upward slightly, and at the same time he continued to squirm and kick away, to free himself from the torment. Hal began to mutter and hiss dark and violent words, his heated mouth pushing air against Vegeta’s wet, attentive nipples.

The prince remained silent and hoped that Hal hadn’t noticed his excitement below. But the man was in such a crazed hurry, Vegeta was certain he was only concentrating on his own arousal. Hal’s thrusting suddenly became longer and slower, before speeding up again. The sweating prince was sure that the human was about to come at any moment.

Hal’s face remained against Vegeta’s strong neck and chest, his mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out lazily. His lip piercing scraped at Vegeta’s skin and his voice grunted noisily. The human jerked and paused and the saiyajin hoped that he had finished. But in a flash, Hal slipped his penis away from Vegeta’s and in an instant slammed his dick hard against the prince’s asshole.

Vegeta let out a choked shriek and threw his head back as Hal pushed forward viciously, his long member tearing into the prince’s sensitive and wounded flesh. The attack had come with no warning and the violent entrance took Vegeta by surprise so much that he hadn’t even registered that he was now being fucked mercilessly by the maniac.

Vegeta’s erection was completely gone now and his eyes rolled upward as Hal’s pace knifed into him painfully. The prince’s gaze stayed on his hands that were bound over him and he clenched his teeth in agony as the friction of Hal’s wild thrusts caused blood to seep from his wrists and anus. The many narrow, leather ropes that bound him were too tight and the pulling of his body caused the straps to cut painfully into his weakened skin. Tears of pain formed in his eyes as he felt the flesh at his entrance rip and tear from the lack of lubrication and forced intrusion.

Letting out a harsh choke, Vegeta clenched his teeth and stifled a miserable moan of agony. He saw Hal lean over him, his long face grinning cruelly and insanely. His eyes were wide with madness and spit dribbled from his lips.

“Oh come now,” he said between thrusts. “You didn’t think this was going to be easy did you?”

Vegeta remained silent and looked away. Closing his eyes, the prince laid there and felt his body being used and tortured. And this was only the beginning. He had all night and morning to suffer until he became a part of Skip’s integral plan. These three humans didn’t even truly want revenge on him. Vegeta was learning more and more about the insane creatures that ruled this planet. They simply looked for excuses to torture, kill, and rape. If they had a justifiable reason they would use it, even if nothing had truly affected them to begin with.

Hal, the insane monster saw this only as a fun activity. Never had Vegeta wronged him and it didn’t seem that the man even cared much for the feelings of his half-brother, Skip. As much as Bruce/Hikaru claimed to want revenge against him for destroying his fleet about a year ago, the beast of a man was just some dumb horn-dog. Hikaru was already fucked up before Vegeta came into the picture. It was the actions of Nappa and the meeting of Skip that finally gave the General the excuse to mercilessly rape and torture without guilt. And Rich just needed inspiration. He stood there in the room, watching and viewing happily just because he had too dull a mind to come up with his own erotic stories, so he made others act it out in real life for him. Then there was Skip. Skip was the leader behind all this. The small mousy nerd upstairs was obviously insane and planned to use Vegeta just to prove himself to someone. He claimed that the saiyajin had hurt him personally, but the seasoned warrior and killer knew that the pathetic human was only searching for a “good” excuse to do this to someone. And unfortunately, Vegeta was that someone.

And these humans who toyed with him, fucked him, and beat him were only out to play. They had no real vendetta. The prince had met many monsters in life…and these creatures were just pure, twisted evil.