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 (with purely fictional characters) written just for my sick pleasure (and hopefully others).

Warnings: Blood, violence, blow-jobs, anal, angst…and the gun again!

Ch. 10

All the air rushed from Vegeta’s lungs as Bruce’s massive body landed on his. Wasting no time, the beast of a man flipped the smaller being onto his back and thrust his enormous erection into his bleeding, torn flesh.

Screaming behind the gag in his mouth, Vegeta’s sore throat bobbed up and down as he tried to choke back a defeated sob. The agony pounding throughout his abdomen was unbearable and Bruce’s giant cock grabbed roughly at the broken, bleeding skin in his ass. Panting into Vegeta’s covered face, the black-haired man leaned down and planted soft kisses on the wet cheeks below him.

“So beautiful…so gorgeous,” he grunted.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut beneath the blindfold and twisted his face to the side as far as it could go. He could feel his body being slammed back and forth on the hard mattress as the ogre above him frantically shoved himself into wounded flesh. No longer screaming, Vegeta clenched his teeth together and only released small groans and whimpers of pain.

He wanted this to be over! The saiyajin could not take the pain or humiliation any longer and he felt his body beginning to break down. The reason his power was not returning was because he truly was too weakened and broken to regain any normal strength. They didn’t need the serum anymore, he concluded. He would be trapped forever with the energy of a weak human.

And he would never become a super-saiyajin. Vegeta stared into the black void before his eyes, a mind-numbing coldness gripping his entire body. Completely losing all feeling, the saiyajin no longer felt the horrid pain drilling into him. Another darker, terrifying emotion overcame him and he felt his lower-lip tremble against the red ball in his mouth. The shivers racing through him were no longer a product of the agony or anger coursing through him, but the reaction to complete and total defeat and misery.

His dream to become a super-saiyajin was going to end on this day. Ever since he was a child, the alien prince had only clung to one hope, one desperate idea that would carry him back to sanity each day: The power to become a super-saiyajin. But he would never escape here. He was blinded, gagged, and bound and being fucked mercilessly by a group of humans who only wanted his body for stupid, selfish reasons. His life was over because of this planet. He would never fight the androids in three years. He would never become the glowing, golden super-saiyajin…and he would never defeat Kakarot. After so many experiences and battles, Vegeta was going to meet his worst defeat at the hands of perverted humans.

“…I just won’t ever believe that a human could be colder or crueler than a saiyajin… Someday we’ll prove to you, Prince of Saiyajins, that we humans can be trusted.”

These words floated through Vegeta’s feverish mind suddenly and his fists tightened behind his back. That human fighter….Yamcha. Oh, if only that scarred-face fool could see him now.

A familiar emotion swept through the bleeding saiyajin and he could feel the smallest hint of a smile form around the gag in his mouth. Even though the last thing Vegeta would ever want was for someone to see him in this position, he knew this was direct proof that he was right. He half-heartedly wished that the fool would stumble in right now. If Yamcha could see him in this position would mean that Vegeta won the argument. Even if his body was sacrificed to these disgusting humans, the saiyajin was correct…and any victory in this situation was a good victory. There was no way humans were more innocent than saiyajins. Just because they didn’t have the same powers as the tailed aliens didn’t mean they were any less dangerous.

Vegeta was aware of his sick and seemingly insane arrogance, but the mere thought of proving Yamcha wrong made Bruce’s assault just a bit more tolerable. In all his time destroying planets and killing the innocent, Vegeta had never done anything like this to another being. The saiyajins killed because they had to. It was a business deal or a matter of survival. Vegeta was trained by his older saiyajin masters that you kill for the job and go about your business. Torturing and mutilating a victim for hours and hours was unreasonable, stupid, and time-consuming. Unless the person Vegeta was killing really deserved it, the saiyajin prince never drew out a being’s death for a lengthy period of time. But if he ever escaped…these humans were going to suffer a fate worse than any other enemy Vegeta had ever faced.

Of course he enjoyed killing. Blood-thirst was in the nature of his being and Vegeta would murder to relieve stress or anger. But there was something about torturing an innocent person for fun that never settled well with the arrogant saiyajin. It was too…Frieza-like. It was the point of insanity that Vegeta always feared. Keeping his murders quick and relatively painless was the prince’s preferred method. Rape and torture were something Vegeta felt was below him. He had only been a hired assassin and planet-destroyer. He rarely searched for victims or planned to kill in a specific way. Those were the true psycho-paths, the ones who validated or searched for excuses to torture and mutilate and rape. When killers started down that path…they would turn into the monsters surrounding Vegeta.

Feeling immense pain below, Vegeta became aware that Bruce had just finished. Lost in thought, the saiyajin prince let out a low moan as his stomach cramped and muscles contracted. Pulling his length from Vegeta’s tight ass, Bruce sighed with much satisfaction as he wiped himself off on the soiled bed-sheets. Vegeta shuddered in disgust as he felt the sticky ooze of semen leak from his body.

“He is so tight,” Bruce panted.

“Well, you take a break while Rich and I have another go,” Hal instructed. “Gotta get our time in before Skip shows up.”

And that is how the next few hours were spent. Vegeta’s body was moved into position, the humans taking turns fucking him up the ass and eventually in the mouth. Vegeta managed to turn his mind off, forcing himself into an entirely different world as he meditated and concentrated on different things. He briefly wondered if he could manage to send out a psychic call to any of the other earthlings. But he barely had the power to lift his head, much less gather energy to send out a blast of ki. Besides…the tiniest amount of pride was still within him, and he could not allow anyone to see him like this…even Yamcha.

It took a lot of effort to block out the dicks that invaded his mouth. Gagging at the horrid tastes that covered his tongue, Vegeta concentrated on different things, trying to envision something better or safer. But he could not think of anything that helped remove himself from this dungeon room. There was not one instance the saiyajin could conjure that helped him fully ignore the thrusting cock in his mouth.

“Suck dammit!”

Fingers twisted into his tangled hair and Vegeta worked his tongue around the penis that slid between his teeth. It was a relief to have the ball-gag out of his mouth, but his jaws ached as he worked around the members that intruded. With his arms still bound tightly behind his back, Vegeta was lying in an uncomfortable position on his side as someone fucked him from behind and another pulled his head forward and plowed into his mouth. The saiyajin was actually glad to be blindfolded as he did not want to see the humans’ expressions and erect penises pointing at him.

Minutes and minutes drifted by slowly and soon Vegeta lay completely exhausted on his side, an organ still in his mouth and one up his ass. The humans had ceased thrusting but were enjoying the heat of his body.

“I’m ready for a nap,” Bruce sighed as he wrapped his beefy arms around Vegeta’s chest. Pulling the trembling saiyajin tightly to his body, the giant man breathed heavily into the alien’s ear as he remained pressing into his backside.

The dick in his mouth stilled and Vegeta heard Hal hum in satisfaction. Settling onto his side, the pierced human made sure to keep his long length between Vegeta’s lips.

“If you even dare bite, I will put a bullet between your eyes. Got me, saiyajin?”

When Vegeta didn’t respond, Hal lifted up and slammed a ringed fist into the side of his face. Nodding immediately, Vegeta moaned miserably and pressed his face into the dirty mattress.

“Good…feel free to suck while I sleep.”

With a laugh, Hal remained on his side and slid forward more, his dick pushing further down Vegeta’s throat. His eyes bulged as he choked, but Vegeta could do nothing more as Bruce gripped him from behind and Hal nestled a hand into his raven hair. There was no way he could lay like this while they slept. It was revolting!

And he had no idea where Rich was. During this exchange, the saiyajin didn’t listen for the writer’s actions. He didn’t know if he was still in the room or elsewhere. He was completely fucked!

Vegeta considered biting the dick in his mouth. Hearing Hal’s screams of agony made the saiyajin’s heart pound with excitement. What did he have to lose? If he bit the disgusting organ off, perhaps Hal would keep his promise and shoot him in the head. At this moment, death appeared a much better option than his current situation. But there was also a chance that his punishment could be worse. He didn’t know what could possibly be more horrible than this, but the weakened saiyajin believed the humans could think of something.

With a resigned sigh, Vegeta remained motionless, his entire body pounding with pains and aches as Bruce’s enormous cock settled in his ass and Hal’s lengthy dick in between his teeth. By the sound of their breathing, it was obvious that the two were actually sleeping.

A slow burn of anger and hatred crawled throughout his chest, spreading into every part of his body. It was beyond enraging that these pathetic earthlings treated him like some disposable sex toy. The fact that they were so much weaker than him made this situation unbearable. It had been his own carelessness that led him into this dungeon. If only he had been more alert! One little needle and here he was, a tied-up, whimpering blow-up doll. With Frieza he at least had an excuse. The lizard was a million times stronger than he was when under his watch. Vegeta could never fight back and it was due to his weaker power that allowed him to be used in such a way. He could fight and used his energy, but it always seemed a little less humiliating when Frieza beat him to brink of death to take what he wanted.

But these humans…they were nothing but cheats. They had to use all the nasty tricks they could find to subdue him and here they were thinking they had outsmarted him and out-POWERED him.

Vegeta realized he was trembling with fury at the hateful thoughts racing through his head. When he escaped…this entire planet would be destroyed. He was wrong to have ever tried trusting mankind. In all his travels and adventures, he had never hated the inhabitants of a planet as much as he did Earth. No one would stop him. Even Kakarot would not be able to stand in his way. Vegeta vowed that he would finish what he started when he first came to Earth. None of these humans deserved to live.

If only he could locate the energy that floated within his system. All he needed was just a spark. One tiny spark of power and he would have his revenge on the four men responsible for this. Just…one…SPARK!

Vegeta’s eyes bulged behind his blindfold and his body tensed painfully for almost a minute. Feeling his heart jumping in his chest, he feared his imagination had gotten the better of him and held his breath. Trying to calm himself, Vegeta forced the familiar spark to rise once more and he almost started crying with relief. There it was. He could feel the all too familiar and heavenly twinge of blue energy spiraling deep within him.

But was it enough? With his body in such a condition, Vegeta didn’t know if he had the energy to force off all three humans and make his escape. Powering up was too risky and he feared that his broken and weakened form would not be able to handle the stress of the energy all at once. He would have to work the ki through his body little by little and test how much power he could exude.

Focusing on his bound arms, Vegeta was careful not to move too much in fear that his actions would awaken Bruce. The giant was wrapped tightly around Vegeta’s backside and he could barely move his arms due to Bruce’s protruding gut. Concentrating, the saiyajin prince gathered the heated power into his arms and pushed his hands outward, his muscles aching as the black leather cut into skin. Sweating, Vegeta was mindful not to tense his jaw as he tried to pry the arm restrains apart.

There was the sound of ripping and Vegeta paused, his body freezing as he listened and felt for the two to wake around him. But they continued to sleep and Vegeta closed his eyes with relief. Good. It appeared he had enough strength in his arms to rip the leather from his skin when it was time to escape. For now he just had to let his ki get stronger.

Regaining his power to fly was most important and Vegeta could not alert the humans to his strength yet. With his right ankle in no condition for movement and his other injuries slowing him down, Vegeta knew he had to time his escape correctly. Then he would show these humans who Prince Vegeta truly was.

For a moment the thought of biting Hal’s dick off entered his head and he had to suppress a smile. All in due time. Now he just needed to remain motionless and let his body regain its usual strength. Then…then he would pick these humans apart and make them suffer more than any one of his victims ever had.

Lying still for another half hour, Vegeta tested his strength and worked his slow-moving ki through his body. He was pretty certain he did not have the energy to fly yet, but in the uncomfortable and disgusting position he was in, he could not move enough to test where his power lay. Waking the humans would be disastrous, especially if they remembered to inject him with more of the serum.

But he had had enough of Hal’s dick in his mouth and his lower abdomen was starting to cramp with the length of Bruce’s member. Inching his head slowly to the side, Vegeta very carefully let the slick cock exit from his mouth. Grimacing at the taste and texture on his tongue, the saiyajin had to be careful not gag. With just the head of the penis between his lips, Vegeta felt relief at almost being free of the disgusting appendage before the fingers in his hair tightened viciously.

“And you were behaving so well!” Hal whined in a sleepy voice.

Vegeta groaned as he felt Bruce jerk awake behind him and push deeply into his full ass. Shoving his dick back into the prince’s mouth, Hal gave several quick thrusts and came quickly, his sticky sperm filling Vegeta’s throat and mouth. Pulling out, Hal made sure to jerk the rest of the cum onto Vegeta’s face and hair. Coughing into the filthy mattress and shivering in disgust, the nauseated saiyajin barely registered the giant man behind him pumping into him forcefully. Grunting and panting, Bruce appeared to be getting quite the work-out.

“I…think he’s…gotten tighter,” the black-haired beast moaned into Vegeta’s ear.

Hal sat up and eyed the saiyajin suspiciously before leaning over and ripping the blindfold from Vegeta’s eyes. Hissing from even the dim lighting, Vegeta squinted as his head pounded from the sudden brightness. He had been tied, gagged, and blindfolded for so long, he didn’t even remember if he was in the same room anymore. Squinting one eye open, Vegeta glared at the pierced human with the neon-hair and felt his adrenaline rush at the scrutinizing stare of those cold blue eyes. Ignoring the ogre jerking himself into his body, Vegeta could not relax and knew the clever man suspected something.

“Did that nap make you tighter, monkey-boy?”

Vegeta glared hatefully with both blackened eyes but kept his lips pressed together in a bloodless line. Hal stared down at the saiyajin a moment longer before standing very slowly and moving to find his pants. Vegeta tried to look over his shoulder to see where he meandered, but his vision was blocked by Bruce’s large frame. Feeling his heart slamming in his chest, Vegeta let out a small whimper as the giant cock in his ass twitched and ejaculated into his smaller form. There was a knock on the door in the back of the room and Vegeta could hear Hal yelling into the room he had been held before.

“Rich! What time is it?”

A groggy voice replied that it was 9:45 am. Skip’s guest would be there at 11:00.

Vegeta heard the door open and close. There were muted voices on the other side before the heavy wooden plank creaked open again. Bruce pulled himself free of Vegeta’s body, but the saiyajin was so anxious he didn’t even notice the pain or mess below. Hal was behind him and the warrior felt his body begin to tremble with adrenaline.

Rolling from the bed, Bruce was strangely quiet as he laid eyes on Hal, the silence forcing Vegeta to ever-slowly crane his neck around to see what the human was plotting. The tall, lanky man clicked his nails against the giant needle in his hand, the action forcing the air-bubbles from the poison that had dampened Vegeta’s energy for so long. The saiyajin’s eyes slowly grew larger until they revealed an expression of horror. His teeth clenched and body trembled as he stared at the horrid needle, a numbing feeling of terror freezing his entire body.

“Hold him down.”

Bruce moved toward the bed quickly and pinned Vegeta’s shoulders to the stinking mattress, forcing his body into the rough material. In a blind panic, the smaller being began to kick and scream. Throwing his head back and forth, Vegeta threatened and spat as Hal approached the bed, aiming the needle at the strained muscles in his neck.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, you fucking weak humans!!”

Rich entered the room and watched the scene, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he searched for his pen and paper. Bruce sweated as he leaned over the thrashing saiyajin, his muscles bulging as he struggled to hold the smaller being down. Hal ducked under Bruce’s giant body, a wickedly curved grin on his face as he positioned the needle at the vein in Vegeta’s neck.

“NOOOO!” Vegeta screamed into the ceiling.

He couldn’t allow this to happen! This was his one and only chance to escape. Feeling the pain against his skin, the exhausted warrior felt his panic and terror fill every fiber of his being…and the room was suddenly filled with a loud ripping sound. Wild arms flew forward and Vegeta backhanded the insane giant across the room, Bruce’s large mass colliding into an unsuspecting Rich. Hal staggered back in shock, his blue eyes wide with surprise before he leapt forward maniacally, the needle dripping with fluid as the lanky human set forth on his mission to lock Vegeta’s energy inside him for good.

Landing on the crazed saiyajin, Hal lunged at the prince’s neck, his expression a mask of pure rage and uncontrollable insanity. He would not let this victim escape. Hal was obsessed with the prince more than anyone else could fathom. He had never overpowered a being so intense or beautiful or strong…and he would make sure Vegeta would never leave. He would rather the saiyajin be dead than free.

Releasing an animalistic screech, Hal grabbed the needle with both hands and forced the syringe toward Vegeta’s face as if to stab him. Straddling the lurching saiyajin’s waist, Hal sat atop the muscular being as Vegeta gripped the human’s arms and forced them away.

It was pathetic how he struggled just to wrestle the scrawny human off of him. Clenching his teeth painfully, Vegeta sweated as he called upon the strings of his power. Feeling nauseated and dizzy, the warrior realized that the serum still strongly had a hold over his ki. His weakened body was struggling to move and feed off his withering energy at the same time, resulting in the saiyajin’s sickness and pain.

‘I will not lose to these weak humans!’ Vegeta screamed to himself.

“I AM VEGETA, PRINCE OF ALL OF SAIYAJINS!!”

Wrenching Hal’s arms to the side, Vegeta bit down on the flesh of the human’s forearm. Clenching his jaw as hard as he could, the rabid saiyajin tore a strip of muscle from the pierced man’s arm and then spat the bloody mess into the horrified face above him. Raising up and grabbing his bleeding limb, Hal screamed as dark red blood streamed down his fingers. Dropping the needle, Vegeta heard the syringe clink against the cold, concrete floor and roll under the bed.

Bruce staggered forward, his curved eyes staring as he watched the scene. Hal sat on his knees on the bed, stretching his left arm up as he screamed and bled, a chunk of his own flesh sitting next to his knees. He watched as the black-haired saiyajin locked fingers together and slammed his hands into Hal’s bloody face, sending the human sliding across the dirty floor and into the small dresser nearby. And then he was back in another time, screaming into his headphone as his naval ships and airplanes were destroyed one by one. On the brief news reports, he saw the giant bald man ripping through his planes while a small, black-haired being laughed and laughed in the background. This saiyajin…was responsible…for ruining his entire life!

Kicking off the bed-sheets tangled around his thrashing legs, Vegeta was called out of his previous panic as the room was filled with a haunting scream. He barely had time to look up as a giant, naked Bruce sprinted at him, a look of enraged madness on his pig-like face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” The red-faced man hollered.

Vegeta only let out a surprised “oof” as he was slammed into the wall at the head of the bed. Fist after giant fist plowed into his already weakened body and Vegeta felt his ribs crack as the insane person pummeled the life from him. Without any air in his lungs, the small saiyajin could only cough and gasp as the flurry of fists collided with his body. Spitting up blood, Vegeta tried to collect his surroundings, but felt his world dimming as the infuriated beast of a man punched him repeatedly in the face and stomach.

If he didn’t do something quickly, he was going to lose consciousness and be trapped in this hell-hole forever. Squeezing his eyes shut, Vegeta concentrated with all his might through the pain. The fury that was General Hikaru had returned and Vegeta knew this man was more dangerous than any of the others combined. Sucking in as much air as he could, Vegeta screamed through bloody teeth and curled his right hand into a fist. Feeling a wave of nausea again, the saiyajin clenched his teeth together and brought the small blue flame of energy into his palm. Drawing his arm back, the seasoned warrior plowed forward and struck the large gut before him, sending the man stumbling to the end of the mattress. But Vegeta’s bruised eyes widened in shock as the man shook his head, crouched low and leapt toward him again like a lion chasing its prey. Fighting instincts kicking in, Vegeta let his feet slide out below him so he lay flat against the mattress. Just as General Hikaru flew over him, the saiyajin prince brought his left knee toward himself and then immediately kicked his foot directly into the man’s giant cock.

The force of the blow sent the man sailing into the furthest wall, the impact cracking the concrete as Hikaru slowly slid to the floor and lay unmoving. Vegeta could only stare at the unconscious form, his entire body racked with shivering vibrations as his adrenaline and exhaustion swept through him. He could not remember any situation that involved such fighting tactics. He was at the same power-level as these humans and he had to physically fight them with all his might. This was hand-to-hand combat that involved his life dearly. He was the victim here…and he had almost been brutally killed in a way that was worse than his death against Frieza or his battle against Kakarot. He had truly fought for his life in a blind panic.

He smirked as he believed he had won. But his vision was filled with a haze of white suddenly as the room echoed with a loud bang. Rolling his eyes in his head, Vegeta fought off the haziness in his mind, his world spinning with pain and confusion as his entire right leg blazed with agonizing heat. Dizzily he sat up, his body hunched in a strange fashion as he bleary eyes gazed down at his leg, his vision landing on the gushing hole in his right thigh.

With a trembling hand, Vegeta pressed his palm against the bullet wound before throwing his head back and screaming in agony and horror. He felt his consciousness fading at the thought of being injured by such a primitive and dirty weapon. He had been shot by a human toy, the lead bullet festering in his muscle and bone as he just sat there and screamed. Clenching his teeth, Vegeta laid bloodshot eyes at the human holding the shaking gun.

Rich whimpered and sniffled as he kept the gun trained on the wounded saiyajin. It was obvious the man had never killed before and he had no idea how to handle the situation. Wide dark eyes met squinted enraged ones and Vegeta slowly edged toward the corner of the bed, his fingers covered in blood as he pressed against the gushing bullet hole. Rich whimpered again and gripped the gun tightly, the barrel aimed directly at Vegeta’s head.

“Stop, don’t move!” Rich shrieked. “Skip doesn’t want us to…”

“Kill me?” Vegeta asked darkly, his voice cracking and raspy.

Rich gulped but didn’t move the gun. Vegeta continued to stare at the human, knowing that the desperate being could pull the trigger at any moment. Moving slowly again, the saiyajin began to stand on the floor.

“He’s not human, Rich,” Hal’s voice explained from the corner of the room. The lanky man staggered toward the long-haired writer, his right hand clenching his left forearm. Blood trailed down his pale skin and onto his pin-striped pants, but he continued forward as if in a trance. “If you kill him, it’ll be just like killing an animal. He doesn’t have a soul. He doesn’t have rights. He’s just an animal.”

Slowly pulling the gun out of Rich’s hand, Hal turned and pointed the weapon at the saiyajin standing next to the bed. Vegeta remained unmoving, his head bowed, but eyes glaring darkly into the crazed blue eyes of Hal. The pierced man stood unblinking as he aimed at the saiyajin, his tongue licking at one of his lip rings. Pulling the trigger, the gun exploded and everyone in the room jerked as the concrete right behind Vegeta popped and shattered. Vegeta’s eyes blinked shut, but he opened them to glare at the mad-man, though his body was trembling horribly.

He truly was like a caged animal. He could only stand there and be shot at like a pig in a pen. Vegeta watched as Hal aimed again and shot at the wall directly to his left. He aimed once more and shot the floor right next to his swollen right foot. With each shot, the man’s eyes grew wider and he stepped closer until the barrel of the gun pressed against the prince’s pointed widow’s peak, the hot metal burning flesh.

Even though Vegeta’s body trembled and his knees shook, the saiyajin never took his eyes away from Hal’s face…and the human never looked away from him. The two continued to stare; Vegeta the trapped, caged animal and Hal his evil master.

“It’s your choice, saiyajin,” Hal hissed as he licked his lips anxiously. “Do you live or die? Will you take the serum and live like a good pet monkey…or decide to die right here on the floor where I’m sure Hikaru would still fuck you?”

Vegeta never took his eyes away from the sneering, cold face. He never wavered or changed his expression. Even with the barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead, he knew what his answer was. A slow grin grew upon his face and Hal’s eyes widened as he saw the saiyajin’s toothy smirk. He may not have been able to fly…but the energy within him did not like either of those options.