I Hate Being Right

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of the characters. But I do own our great gentlemen, Skip, Bruce, Hal, and Rich. Vegeta and others belong to Akira Toriyama and this is a non-profit fanfiction written just for my sick pleasure (and hopefully others).

Warnings: Guns (and my complete lack of knowledge on them), blow jobs, violence, angst.

Ch. 8

Vegeta discovered that Hal liked to get violent when he was about to come. The prince lay dazed on the bed, his wrists throbbing excruciatingly as they hung limply over his head, the leather straps almost disappearing into bloody skin. Vegeta licked at the blood on his lips where Hal’s ringed finger had struck him and gazed through a clouded swollen left eye where he had been violently punched. Trails of blood ran from his nose and mouth and the saiyajin’s head pounded nauseatingly from what had just occurred.

While Hal pounded into him, the tall, lanky man became so worked up he just began to slap and punch. Animalistic growls escaped him and as the pierced freak reached his peak, he felt the need to beat the victim below him. It made his orgasm much more powerful.

Hal straddled Vegeta’s waist and stretched happily, as if he had just woken from a long nap. With a content smile on his face, he pulled his long, limp dick from Vegeta’s bleeding anus and rolled off the pained saiyajin.

“He’s all yours, guys,” the neon-haired human quipped.

Bruce and Rich looked at each other apprehensively. They all knew that Rich was not exactly the go-getter type. In fact, Hal and Bruce were pretty sure Rich had never even had sex before. The shy, scraggly-haired guy had always just liked to watch, rather than touch. The idea of being with a real-live person was too much for the socially awkward writer and he preferred to just gather ideas for what he was witnessing.

Bruce looked at the barely awake saiyajin and sighed.

“I’ll be right back. You know I don’t like too much blood.” Then he smiled warmly. “Besides, he looks like he needs some coddling.”

Hal let out a short laugh and shook his head as he pulled his boxers and pants on. His icy eyes watched as the giant man made his way to the bathroom and then returned with a damp washcloth.

“You’d make a great dad someday, Bruce.”

The three humans remained silent for a moment before laughing hysterically at the thought. Bruce chuckled and made his way to the bed, sinking down on one side as he turned his attention to bleeding victim on the stained mattress. Still wearing just a loose towel, the ogre of a man turned to the side until he was facing the dazed prince.

Vegeta simply blinked as the cold cloth touched his skin, his face tightening briefly as Bruce pressed against the cuts and bruises that marred his flesh. The saiyajin prince had just about given up. After feeling and watching his body used as Hal’s personal sex-doll, Vegeta felt all his strength leave him. The first strike to his skull had completely caught him off guard, awakening him from his depressed stupor. The punches that followed truly made the prince feel like a worthless piece of meat, tied and abused for an insane human’s satisfaction. Obviously the human got off on blood and violence when he had sex and Vegeta felt dirtied and used as Hal morphed him into his kinky fetish.

And as much as Bruce appeared kind and caring, Vegeta knew that this giant human also had a sexual obsession. The idea of treating Vegeta as a helpless child by coddling him and helping him was even sicker than Hal. Underneath the wall of sweetness Bruce occasionally put up, the saiyajin knew that the beastly human had an uncontrollable fetish for those that were young, innocent, and helpless; which was exactly the reason he would clean Vegeta’s wounds, hold him tightly, speak soft words…and then fuck him without a second thought.

The prince knew he had to tread lightly around the large man. One false move or harsh word would bring forth a human more dangerous than Bruce, Hal, and Rich combined. He’d only met Hikaru briefly and the prince knew that in a bound and wounded state, he would not survive the split persona’s attacks.

“There,” the black-haired ogre said softly. “All the bleeding has stopped.”

Tossing the now red rag onto the floor, Bruce lifted his hips and removed the dingy towel from around his protruding gut. Vegeta felt his mind awakening with fright as the beastly man sat next to him, his large hands groping his giant cock. Seeing the muscles tighten in Bruce’s arm, the saiyajin prince tried pathetically to wriggle his wrists from his bonds once more, only resulting in pinching pain from the movements. Seeing his struggles, Bruce looked over his shoulder and sighed.

“Do you think we can undo his hands?” The dopey human asked.

Hal smirked and crossed his arms. “Only if he behaves.”

Bruce smiled sadly at Vegeta and shrugged apologetically. “I tried.”

Thinking of what he wanted to do, Bruce stared at the prince’s mouth, his dark eyes noting the lovely curve of his upper lip and pouting lower lip. Bruce marveled at the beauty of Vegeta’s thin, delicate lips and the sculpted darkness of his skin and face. Smiling to himself, Bruce stood and walked over to some duffle bags near the end-table where Hal’s gun sat. Vegeta watched with blank eyes as the man pulled a black case from his bag and moved back toward the tied saiyajin. Hal and Rich snickered but said nothing as Bruce opened the make-up kit.

“You are very lovely, you know that, Saiyajin?” Bruce’s deep voice boomed. Vegeta watched wearily as the man held a stick of eyeliner before his face. “You look like a beautiful gypsy wandering a desert. And every lovely face should have a touch of make-up.”

Vegeta’s mouth hung open in disgust as Bruce neared his eyes. Throwing his head back against the wiry headboard, the angered saiyajin growled loudly.

“Get that shit away from me! I will not let you disgrace me so!”

Bruce pouted and stilled his hand momentarily before bringing the black pencil back toward Vegeta’s eyes. Yelling in frustration, Vegeta lifted his good leg and kicked at the man, his heel glancing Bruce’s large hip. With an annoyed gasp, Bruce threw himself over the enraged saiyajin’s legs and instantly gripped Vegeta’s chin in a crushing hold. Glaring into the wounded being’s sweating and pale face, Bruce held the pencil up to his bruised eye threateningly, his face no longer warm or playful.

“Don’t,” was all the giant man said.

Vegeta stared at the angered face with wide eyes, his body tensing at the warning tones in Bruce’s voice. Breathing harshly, Vegeta remained still as the large hand continued to grip his chin, turning his head sideways. Closing his eyes in defeat, the saiyajin was forced to lie on the filthy bed as the black pencil traced his dark lashes. Humiliation filled the prince as he was now turned into Bruce’s doll and degraded. He felt the eyeliner trace his lids, running smoothly over the top and bottom of his eyes.

“Open,” Bruce snapped, no longer pretending to be kind.

Vegeta’s dark eyes slid open and he was then attacked with mascara.

“Are you going to do his lips, too?” Rich asked excitedly.

“Just a bit of glimmer lip-gloss.”

Vegeta laid pathetically on the bed as the make-up was applied to him. He could honestly say he had never been forced to do anything this low or stupid before and he hoped they would kill him before anyone saw what he had been reduced to.

“There,” Bruce said happily as he looked at the prince’s dark eyes and glistening wet lips. “Now he truly is a work of art.”

Vegeta had no idea how ridiculous he looked, but he could practically feel his deceased race laughing and pointing at him from the other world. Bowing his head, Vegeta closed his eyes and trembled as anger flowed through him.

“Now, it’s time to put those pretty lips to work, my dear,” Bruce barked as he stood at the edge of the bed where Vegeta’s head lay.

The defeated saiyajin felt his eyes fly open at the words and he came face to face with Bruce’s excited member. With a choked gasp he pulled as far away as he could and tugged at the bonds that held him.

“Absolutely not!” Vegeta cried.

Bruce let out an annoyed grunt and grabbed the saiyajin’s head with both hands, the head of his penis poking Vegeta in the lips. The prince struggled and kept his mouth clamped shut, moans of protest escaping his throat as Bruce pushed his enormous member forward. Shaking head violently, Vegeta turned his face the other way and screamed out in disgust.

“If Bruce wants you to suck him off, you will!” Hal yelled angrily.

Vegeta felt the vice-grip around his head pulling him back toward the purpled dick and his stomach twisted nauseatingly. He felt Bruce’s index finger slide into his mouth as he pulled and the saiyajin did the only thing he could think of. Biting down hard, the room was filled with Bruce’s pained bellows. Blood filled Vegeta’s mouth, but the hands let go of his head as Bruce fell back and shook the bleeding finger.

Vegeta felt a smile come to his lips as he watched the man dance around in pain, his finger dripping with red fluid, but his gloating came to a stop when the room exploded with noise. His sensitive ears rang and he felt chunks of mattress land on his chest as the bedding to his right smoked from the hole that had been shot into it. Vegeta stared at the burnt bullet hole in shock, his ears still humming from the sound.

Loud footsteps approached his bed and before he knew it, Hal shoved the barrel of the gun up his ass harshly, the metal steaming hot and still slightly smoking. The pain was enormous and Vegeta felt his skin tighten and blister, but his breath was caught in his throat from the sheer terror that had suddenly consumed his body. His wild eyes stared directly into Hal’s cold, dark face and he felt his body begin to shake uncontrollably. The headboard on the bed squeaked and shook as Vegeta’s entire form seized with unimaginable fear.

His wide, frightened eyes traveled down his body to the furious hand that held the gun. Vegeta could see the very edge of the handle and his mind began to play repetitive images of the weapon firing a bullet into his colon and through his intestine. The thought caused his stomach to clench sickeningly and Vegeta felt his terror rise.

Being a fighter who had always relied on mental power and the energy within himself his whole life, Vegeta never had to fear guns or weaponry. They were so incredibly primitive and messy; the prince would never want to dirty himself with such weak ways of killing. But now he was at the mercy of these insane humans, and these caveman-like tools of death terrified him greatly. The prince of all saiyajins was going to be killed by a gun firing up his ass, the bullet tearing through all his internal organs. The pain would be too horrendous to endure.

Vegeta’s terror rose even more as he caught the expressions of Bruce and Rich, who stood with identical looks of shock and fear on their faces. If even they were afraid of Hal’s actions, it appeared that Vegeta truly was helpless at the hands of this nutcase.

The room was silent except for the chattering of Vegeta’s teeth. His body had never reacted this way before, not even before he was killed by Frieza. The entire bed trembled and creaked as the small saiyajin convulsed with tremors. Hal looked up at the prisoner’s sweating face and gave him a cruel sneer. Shoving the gun further, he watched as Vegeta’s head fell back in pain and exhaustion, his muscles tightening around the cooling metal.

“Now, will you do everything we want you to do, like a good boy?” Hal asked.

Vegeta kept his head arched back, his throat exposed as he tried to catch his breath. Hal frowned and pushed the weapon up to its trigger, resulting in a terrified squeak from the alien at hand.

“You must answer yes or no.”

Even through his mind-numbing fear, Vegeta felt his pride bubble within him. He bit his glossy lips and moaned miserably as his muscles tightened and strained. Squeezing his eyes shut, the arrogant being refused to answer…until he heard the loud click below. Vegeta flung his head forward and looked at Hal with wild panic. The man pulled his other hand back and gave a small wave and grin.

“That noise means I just cocked the gun. I could fire this right into you. Or maybe I could shove it all the way inside of your incredibly tight ass and your super-alien muscles will trigger it off for you.” Hal’s face was hardly visible over the saiyajin’s shaking, muscular leg. “I’m pretty sure you could live until morning if the bullet goes through you. Stomach wounds take hours, as I’m sure you know. You are a supposed great warrior after all.” Hal rested his head on the mattress, his hand twisting the gun back and forth in boredom. “So, let me ask you again. Will you behave and do everything we tell you to do?”

Vegeta stared into the ice-blue eyes of the mad human below, seeing that there was not a hint of doubt in his face. Feeling his body continue to shake and tremble, a breathy groan escaped his chattering mouth. His entire frame was so tense he could barely feel the ropes cutting off the blood flow to his hands. There was a battle of pride and terror warring in Vegeta’s mind and he felt his eyes blur with shameful tears. The prodding of the gun barrel in his anus finally made his decision for him and he let himself fall back onto the pillows in defeat.

Nodding wildly, the defeated fighter squeezed his eyes shut and stifled an agonized gasp. “Yes,” he whispered.

The gun was removed roughly and Vegeta let out a choked whimper as he felt the skin inside bleed and pulsate in pain. Biting back bitter and angry tears, Vegeta kept his eyes closed as he pressed his face into his trembling upraised arm. Large gentle hands ran through his hair and Vegeta moaned miserably.

“It’s alright now,” Bruce cooed as he turned Vegeta’s face toward him. The giant man was smiling warmly, but Vegeta felt his lips twitch with hatred. “I’ll just reapply some of your glimmer and then we can go on.”

Rich was writing frantically now as Bruce ran the cold, glitter lip-gloss across the saiyajin’s trembling lips. Vegeta felt like he could close his eyes and sleep forever at this point, even if the drug had completely worn off now. His body was totally beaten and his mind felt numb with exhaustion. Bruce finished his ministrations and tossed the pearly gloss into his bag in the corner the room. Looking down at himself, he sighed and gave Vegeta a saddened smile.

“Looks like my big guy went down. You’ll have to get it back up again, Precious.”

A flash of anger swept across Vegeta’s visage and he opened his mouth to respond, but immediately spied Hal watching anxiously in the corner of the room. Letting out a tired and annoyed puff of air, the prince closed his eyes and shook his head, his face reddening as humiliation flooded him.

He heard Bruce approach and felt a wave of hopelessness wash over him, but was surprised when the large man’s hands wrapped around his bloody wrists. Hissing in pain, Vegeta bit back a moan as Bruce undid the straps that had buried themselves into his aching, gory flesh. The saiyajin prince allowed his hands and wrists to be examined; whatever would buy him more time. Bruce let out a low whistle at the sight and bent down to pick up the washcloth he had used to clean Vegeta’s face with.

Wiping at the upraised flesh, Bruce tried to stroke away the blood that oozed from the prince’s wounds. Hissing in pain, Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut and growled angrily. Sick of having more skin torn away by the dirty rag he smacked it out of Bruce’s hands in anger, his temper flaring wildly.

“Just get on with it!” He snapped bitterly. “I don’t see why you even go through the trouble of easing my wounds when you only wish to humiliate me further. Stop trying to disguise the fact that you’re a mindless, ass-raping piece of shit and just get on with what you really want to do.”

Bruce faltered noticeably and looked at the cloth on the floor and then at Vegeta. He actually appeared hurt by the words and Vegeta felt a ghost of a smirk grace his sparkled lips. Hal and Rich snickered in the back, but said nothing as Bruce stood dumbfounded. Shifting back and forth in confusion, Bruce finally let out an unsatisfied grunt and ran a hand down his large length.

Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed before leaning forward slowly. Bruce placed a rough hand on the back of his head and thrust the prince forward, shoving his mouth directly onto his limp dick and rocking Vegeta’s skull back and forth harshly. It appeared that the saiyajin’s words had truly angered or embarrassed the large man and his cruelty was finally showing.

Vegeta felt his jaws open wide, almost to the point of pain. The man tasted disgusting and he could barely move his tongue around the giant thing. Mindful not to let his teeth scrape the human’s delicate skin, Vegeta allowed the ogre to push his member further down his throat, making him gag and choke. The saiyajin squirmed on the bed as he sat upright and leaned forward, his hands gripping the mattress on either side of him. He could feel Bruce getting harder as the man moved like a piston in and out of his cramped mouth. The large hand on the back of his head shoved him back and forth painfully, causing Vegeta’s jaw to ache and his breath to come out in choked pants.

Hal moaned in the back of the room with arousal as Rich muttered to himself and watched with glazed eyes. Bruce groaned and grunted in pleasure, his fingers tightening into Vegeta’s black hair, pulling many long dark strands out in chunks.

“S’good,” Bruce gasped. “So…good!”

The giant man reached forward with his free hand and grabbed blindly for Vegeta’s hand, his sausage-like fingers clamping down on the wounded saiyajin’s wrist. Vegeta let out a high-pitched shout, which was muffled by the engorged penis between his lips. Bruce let out a loud moan as the vibrations added a whole level of hotness to his arousal and he forced Vegeta’s hand around his crotch.

“Squeeze...rub,” Bruce moaned feverishly.

Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes as he massaged the base of the human’s cock and balls with his palm and fingers. The prince would never admit it…but he was quite experienced in this area. Being in Frieza’s army had taught him a lot, and saiyajin had learned things he never would brag about. Against his will, the small, slender prince had not only been trained to be a perfect warrior, but had also been taught the ways of being a whore.

The saiyajin’s jaws were aching now and he feared that if he bit down on the giant organ in his mouth, he would face another punishment from Hal and his gun. Feeling ashamed and humiliated for even thinking it, Vegeta brought his free hand up to join the other. Continuing to rub Bruce’s ball sack and penis, the prince allowed his right hand to travel further, trailing his fingers to his ass crack. Gagging at the feeling of the dick in his mouth and the human’s hot flesh at his fingers, Vegeta shoved a hand inside and pressed two fingers against the tangle of sensitive flesh within the ogre of a man. Hitting Bruce’s prostrate, Vegeta wiggled his powerful fingers and laid the flat of his tongue along the bottom of the giant man’s member, making the mentally unstable human let out a strangled holler.

Instantly Vegeta’s mouth was filled with hot semen and he began to gag. Pulling his hands away from the man, he attempted to remove the throbbing, coming dick from between his lips, but moaned in disgust and pain as Bruce caught his wrists and held him still. Tears welled in the corners of the prince’s eyes and he could do nothing but choke on the hot, rancid liquid as Bruce gave a few more final thrusts into the saiyajin’s mouth. The whiteness trailed from Vegeta’s lips and down his throat as he choked and gagged, his stomach twisting with sickness.

Finally, Bruce pulled away and patted Vegeta’s hair as if he was dog. Panting and wiping sweat from his brow, Bruce turned to his friends and laughed, then looked at the struggling prince who wiped away the remaining cum from his face and body.

“He really knows what he’s doing!” Bruce gushed with excitement.

Hal grinned and stepped forward. “So, you’ve been holding out on us. Interesting.” He turned to his friends. “He must have learned it from that Frieza guy.”

Vegeta blinked in confusion, wondering how they all knew who Frieza was. Flinging his hands back and forth to rid himself of Bruce’s semen, Vegeta glared at all of them as they grinned at him. Hal moved next to Bruce, the tall human wearing just his gray, pinstriped pants and Bruce wearing nothing at all. They both looked over to Rich, who was writing frantically in his notebook, his glasses sliding down his face. With a sly and cruel grin Hal slapped his hands together and licked his lips.

“I think it’s time…to deflower the virgin!”

Rich’s head snapped up and his eyes shot back and forth rapidly from Vegeta to Hal and Bruce. Clicking the end of his pencil, he quickly shook his head and peered intently at his paper.

“No, no, I just watch. And I’m not a virgin. Don’t go-don’t go spreading that around.” He replied absentmindedly.

Hal gave a supportive laugh and circled the bed to where Rich stood. Throwing an arm around the shorter human, the pierced man gestured to Vegeta, who sat hunched on the bed, his eyes even darker with the eyeliner and mascara on.

“Are you saying you don’t want to hit that? Or even touch him?” Hal said silkily. “I mean, he’s an alien for God’s sake! I real live, gorgeous little alien, right here, in our grasp!” Rich shifted back and forth nervously, his eyes peering at Vegeta and then back down again. Hal’s grin widened. “This is like, REAL sci-fi, Rich. This freak has an unlimited amount of power. He has so much psycho mental energy he can blow up entire planets. But he’s as weak as a high school bitch right now. You can totally get busy with that!” Hal exclaimed as he pointed at the wounded, brooding saiyajin on the bed.

Rich licked his lips anxiously, the words swirling through his mind wildly. Everything the nerd had ever written or dreamed about was happening right now and he felt he could not pass up the opportunity to take advantage of it. He felt his body tremble and groin tighten as he stared at the saiyajin as if in a daze. The thought of even touching the immensely powerful being sent chills throughout his body and he stared, transfixed, at the smaller creature, marveling at the pure hidden strength Vegeta had.

“Only I know his true beauty,” Rich whispered.

Looking at his notebook, the writer quickly took down some notes so he wouldn’t forget and pulled his glasses off. Handing them to Hal, he took a step forward, froze, and then took a step back.

“I don’t think I can.”

Hal let out a long, annoyed groan and approached the bed.

“We can tie him up, Rich. We can tie him up in crazy bondage gear, gag and all, if that helps. You don’t have to do it alone either! You got two guys here willing to help.”

The shy man shrugged and stared at the floor. “I just don’t know what to do,” he replied softly. “I just get nervous when I go near him.”

Vegeta wanted to say, ‘As you should,’ but lacked the determination or energy for another beating. He felt idiotic just sitting on the mattress, listening to the fools encouraging their friend to rape him. But the more the prince thought about it, the more he tried to piece together a plan of escape. The intelligent saiyajin knew that he could not fight them, especially at the moment…but it had been a long time since they injected with the poison that dampened his energy.

If he played along and “behaved,” he was pretty positive that they would forget about injecting him with any more solution. But this was the only plan he could think of and it still didn’t please him. He would have to continue to be their bitch, and even if he felt his energy return just slightly, he would have to keep acting as if he was getting weaker and weaker. The last thing Vegeta wanted to do was submit to the fools, especially when he had the tiniest amount of energy, but he had to be patient. If he wanted his ‘ki’ to come back to him fully, he would have to play along until he was sure he had enough strength to finish them off for good.

And this all relied on the hope that they would simply forget to inject him. That was the main thing he counted on and he was positive he would not be so lucky. But his heart raced at the idea of killing these humans once and for all. The maddening glee he felt whenever he thought of murdering Frieza entered his mind when he thought about these humans and he had to hold off from grinning. This was his one chance. He had to continue to be a good slut; even now that he still hadn’t felt the slightest flicker of power yet.


‘Thank you for all your patience and reviews. Sorry for not updating a lot. It’s just one of those stories, ya know?’