I Hate Being Right

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Akira Toriyama’s original characters or his original DBZ story-line. This is a non-profit fanfiction written just for sick fun.

Ch. 14

Vegeta lay curled on the carpeted ground, his hands fisted into his stomach as the horrific pain he experienced just minutes ago now pounded through his lower abdomen as an agonizing ache. His muscles twitched every few seconds and it hurt to draw in breath. He could hear the humans around him speaking, but it felt as if hot blood was pumping through his ears.

“Pick him up,” Skip snap.

The saiyajin moaned miserably as he was jerked to his feet roughly, the pain intensifying throughout his entire body as dizziness assailed him. Hikaru wrapped a beefy arm around his upper chest and gripped his bicep tightly to hold him steady. Vegeta’s squinted eyes rolled to where Skip stood and his face contorted into an infuriated sneer.

“What have you done to me?” The saiyajin prince asked, his voice sounding as if he hadn’t had a drink of water in days.

Skip playfully tossed the gray controller back and forth in between his hands, the action making Vegeta tense visibly. Holding his breath, the beaten warrior expected another blast of pain any second, but the short human merely smirked and held the remote for all to see.

“This is my very own creation. Of course, I used Capsule Corp. materials, but my special little toy here is just one example of my genius,” Skip laughed. “Your energy is not gone, Saiyajin. The poison within in your veins has trapped your amazing power deep within the center of your body. It has blocked your brain’s ability to call upon it and has forced your ‘chi’ to gather in a space that is too far for your mind to summon.

“While you were in your restful little slumber after my friends drugged you again, they placed a small microchip inside your body,” he explained, using his thumb and index finger to show the size of the electrode that was somewhere inside the prince. “I’ll assume it’s sitting somewhere in this area.” Taking a small silver laser-pointer from his shirt pocket, Skip made a tiny red dot appear on Vegeta’s stomach. The cruel scientist grinned as the saiyajin paled and he wasted no time in giving a detailed demonstration on how the microchip worked as he used his laser-pointer to aide in the explanation.

“While you were barely conscious, my allies here shoved the little chip up your rectum. I would have to say that it has managed to travel its way to your small intestine, or perhaps even your stomach by now, where it will stay until surgically removed.” The scientist let out a light chuckle. “And that won’t be happening. This microchip now has control over the energy you rely on so dearly. This remote,” he said, holding the gray contraption higher, “has a dial on the side that ranges from one to five. With each degree it calls upon a certain amount of your power and releases that amount throughout your body. The pain you just felt was only level one, perhaps the equivalent of a low-energy shock wave you would use to alert or stun someone. Each setting allows the microchip to use your energy against you…until we finally get to level five.” Skip couldn’t help but let a malicious grin appear on his face, his white teeth gleaming in the low-lit room. “One minute. All I have to do is press the little red button on top of this controller for one minute when it’s set on level five and you will die in the most excruciating and disgusting way imaginable. Your energy will crackle and burst inside of you, melting and charring all your internal organs. Your blood will bubble and burn as your most extreme amount of ki-power erupts from within.

“All of that horrid energy you ever used to murder and torture will be your undoing. You will feel your very own strength scorch you from the inside-out.” Skip’s laser-light hovered briefly, the red dot seeming to burn a hole into Vegeta’s stomach. The spectacled man appeared to be lost in fantasy as he grinned at the weakened alien in Hikaru’s arms. But he shook his head slightly and placed the stout pen back into his pocket.

“You monsters…”

Everyone in the room turned to Yamcha. The man was visibly trembling, his face white as he glared at the four humans in the room. His eyes were wide with shock and his lips were pressed together in a bloodless line. The Earth warrior was so frazzled he appeared almost to have just witnessed the destruction of his own planet. His head shook back and forth as disgust and outright fear covered his features.

“He didn’t do anything to you,” he whispered. “It isn’t any of your jobs to do such things to him.”

Hikaru’s large hand tightened painfully around Vegeta’s bicep. The beast of a man sputtered angrily, his black eyes squinted with rage.

“Didn’t do anything? HE KILLED MY MEN!” He roared. “He and that bald son of a bitch murdered my soldiers and naval fleet. This fucking saiyajin deserves far worse that what we have done or will do to him!”

Yamcha could only stare at the madman. Yes, Yamcha knew the details of the battle on Earth after he had died. The saiyajins were waiting for Goku to return so Nappa flew off and was greeted by some very angry human soldiers. It seemed that this giant man had been some sort of leader in that military force. He lowered his eyes and shook his head.

“It…was Nappa who killed your men. Vegeta…hasn’t…killed anyone on this planet.”

Skip let out a noise of disgust and rounded on the man he loved. His dark eyes were large behind his glasses and full of obsessed longing.

“That isn’t what you truly think, Yamcha! Why would you say such a thing? You don’t believe that at all! You said it yourself; if this saiyajin filth had come alone he would have killed us all. He would have murdered you! And if he is released now, he WILL murder you!”

“I was angry at the time, Skip!” Yamcha yelled, his larger form towering over the other. “I barely knew Vegeta then! He had just been a huge jerk who had stolen Bulma and Dr. Briefs’s spaceship. I was just wished back...so of course I was angry. I…I wanted someone to blame for my defeat and anger.”

“And you were correct,” Skip snarled. “It was all this saiyajin’s fault. He controlled this Nappa character and it was he who wanted to come to this planet in the first place.”

“It’s the past,” Yamcha snapped, his eyes gazing at the floor. He was shocked at how easily the words poured from his mouth. It had only been hours earlier that he cursed and hated the arrogant saiyajin prince, but he could not even try to despise the alien now. He had realized too much about his supposed friend, Skip and knew that Vegeta had been through enough.

“That’s all in the past.” He lifted his face and gave the beaten saiyajin an apologetic gaze. “By doing this you have ensured Vegeta’s hatred of humans and Earth. If he is truly as bad as you think he is, then you have sunk to his level. Perhaps if we, as humans, had been kinder to him…treated him like an equal he would have changed.” Yamcha shook his head as he truly felt the weight of this situation bare down on him. How he had never realized this was sickening. Yamcha had always been too selfish and pig-headed. He wanted to blame others for his mistakes and weakness and now he would have to pay for his hatred. He understood now what made Goku such an amazing person. Even after the horrible things Vegeta did on Earth, Goku still refused to let him die. He knew that kindness was perhaps the only thing to make Vegeta change and possibly even join their team.

Hal let out a barking laugh and tilted his head to the side. The tall, lanky man gripped a bandage that was wrapped tightly around his left forearm. Yamcha could see dark blood seeping through the gauze.

“You’re only speaking to Skip when you say those things. Some of us have been on his level or lower most of our lives.” He grinned maniacally, his smile looking very much like his half-brother. “I’m not looking to make enemies or get revenge. I’m just looking for a good fuck.” He reached out and stroked the side of Vegeta’s face, reveling in the flinch and shudder he received. “And this creature is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. All that power, all that strength.” Madness gleamed in the man’s blue eyes. “Plead for him all you like, but he is anything but an equal to us. He is our pet and he is staying here.”

Yamcha was stricken by the finality in the man’s voice and expression. The fact that he saw Vegeta as an animal or sex object was horrifying and greatly unnerving. The brightly dressed punk was insane. But then…it appeared that all these men were.

Yamcha slowly turned his head and peered at Skip, only to see a calm and defiant glare on his face. Gulping, the warrior could only stare at the one he thought was a friend as the little man sighed and nodded to his allies.

“I guess we’ll go downstairs then.”

“What’s there?” Yamcha demanded.

The other three at the door snickered and Yamcha felt his pulse quicken.

“It’s a surprise,” Rich spoke quietly from behind the others.

“What are you going to do? Why did you even bring me here? Why am I any part of this?”

Skip held up his hands as if to calm his panicked friend. Laughing, he reached out and tried to pat Yamcha’s muscular arm. The scarred man drew away from him quickly and scowled at the shorter person.

“You’re going to get your revenge, Yamcha.”

Moaning, the nervous fighter rubbed his hands across his pale face. “I can’t get my revenge on someone I don’t want to hurt! I do not want to do this, Skip,” he said slowly. But it appeared that Skip was not able to understand. He reacted as if he heard nothing.

“You will get your revenge…and then you will realize that you wanted me all along.”

The blood drained from Yamcha’s face and he felt the world suddenly slow. Blinking in shock, he turned to his once good friend and stared.

“Wanted you? Is…is that why you’re doing all this? As some…psycho favor to me?”

Skip took a deep breath and slowly walked forward. He clasped his hands around the gray controller as if praying and stared up at Yamcha with shimmering eyes. The small man was surprised that no one could hear his heart beating so loudly. It was deafening to him.

“Yamcha…I love you.”

An uncomfortable hum hovered over the room as no one spoke or breathed. Vegeta’s dark eyes moved from Skip to Yamcha and he could see that the other warrior was completely dumbstruck. Vegeta felt the tension of the words and for the first time during this horrible episode… he felt like laughing with humor.

Yamcha stared wide-eyed at the little man, practically feeling the sweat pouring down his face with embarrassment. He didn’t know whether to laugh or strike the scientist directly in the glasses.

“Skip,” he spoke slowly, “I’m not gay.”

The silence was broken with a sharp muffled snort and Skip glared at his half-brother with all the hatred he could muster. Shaking with fury now, the short human turned back to Yamcha, his expression filled with hurt and anger.

“Love knows no gender, Yamcha. I have loved you forever. I went through all this trouble, planned for weeks, and risked my life bringing you this gift.”

Vegeta spat arrogantly at the words, but quickly lowered his head as sharp eyes landed on him. Skip was gripping his remote with barely contained rage.

“You tortured another person to impress me?” Yamcha asked, his voice barely a whisper. “You allowed your half-brother and sick friends to--to sexually assault and beat another living, breathing, and feeling being because of some obsessive fantasy?”

He felt sick. He truly felt like throwing up from the sheer idiocy and horror of it all. Why hadn’t he seen this? How could he never have seen this dark, evil side of Skip? The entire time all the nerdy scientist wanted was him and the insane man decided that Vegeta would be used for his sick purposes. Yamcha knew that the saiyajin was far from innocent when it came to killing and destroying lives, but he was the victim in this situation. None of these men had truly been affected by the prince. Even Hikaru was using this chance to merely torture and rape another, hiding behind a story of vengeance and pain to make him less guilty.

And Skip…Skip did this all for Yamcha. Because of his own anger and hatred, Yamcha allowed his supposed friend to think he had wanted this. Unimaginable things had happened to Vegeta, and Yamcha felt an immense wave of guilt crash over him.

“Deep down you wanted this,” Skip growled. “I have given you this gift, Yamcha, and you must get your revenge.”

Taking a step forward, Yamcha reached a hand outward. “Give me that controller.”

Stepping backward, Skip cradled the device like a precious jewel. His large eyes pleaded with Yamcha to understand.

“Does my love mean nothing?” Skip cried. “I went through all this trouble! You must carry out your destiny!”

“And what’s that?” Yamcha shouted angrily. “Do you want me to kill him? Do you want me to punch him and kick him a few times?”

“Yes! Yes!” Skip wailed, his mouth cracking into a crazed grin. “But only after you have used him. You can do anything you want to him after I see you….fuck him.”

Yamcha’s throat tightened and he let out a shocked choke. Vegeta’s eyes closed and he lowered his head, the tiny amount of energy in his body fading completely. Hal, Hikaru, and Rich let out amused chuckles and the strong arms around Vegeta shook the saiyajin roughly.

“You’re just everyone’s whore today.”

The humans laughed louder and Yamcha suddenly moved. His fist swung out and caught Hikaru in the jaw and he pushed his energy outward, the power shoving everyone else against the wall or out the door. Gripping Vegeta wildly by the shirt, the panicked human leapt over Rich in the hallway and bolted into the kitchen, heading for the front door.

“No!” Vegeta yelled. “That puny asshole still has the—“

Yamcha felt an intense spark of energy within the saiyajin and stumbled as Vegeta let out a piercing scream. Flailing in the man’s arms, the prince convulsed and writhed, his blank eyes wide as his mind and body filled with unthinkable agony. The shrieking warrior thrashed so much, even Yamcha, with his superior strength, had to drop him to the floor. He watched in absolute horror as the screaming alien jerked and kicked, his chest heaving and mouth gasping like a dying fish. Yamcha’s hands drew to his mouth as blood appeared at the corners of the prince’s eyes and nostrils as the assault continued.

Skip appeared in the shadowy doorway, his thumb still pressed against the red button on the remote. Yamcha stared down at the miserable sight on the floor and then up to the gleaming glasses in the hallway.

“You’ll kill him! STOP!”

“Only if you do as I say, Yamcha,” he replied darkly. “It’s only on the first level, but five or seven more minutes of this and he’s dead. What a horrific and pathetic way to die, don’t you think?”

Vegeta’s screams grew more and more quiet, but his body did not stop shaking or jerking. His convulsions became worse and he began to gag and let out silent cries of pain, his breath rushing from his burning lungs.

Yamcha dug his fingernails into his scalp as he watched, his heart racing with sheer panic as he tried to figure out what to do. He could not allow Vegeta to die in such way. It would be his fault if he didn’t stop this. No one deserved this death. But there was absolutely no way he could have sex with this tortured creature on the ground. He could not…rape Vegeta.

Yamcha felt the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes and he pleaded silently for Skip to stop. Blood ran freely from the corners of Vegeta’s mouth now as the microchip inside burned his innards. The saiyajin prince was feeling his own powerful energy searing everything within him, his muscles and organs roaring with agony as they slowly became charred. Yamcha stared into the white lifeless eyes of the usually calm, arrogant fighter and he let out a frustrated and miserable moan.

“Stop! I’ll do whatever you want, Skip. Please…leave him alone.”

The madman immediately lifted his finger and let out a relieved breath. He had obviously been anxious as he watched the scene unfold, unknowing if Yamcha would let the saiyajin die this way or succumb to his request. Still, it had been about two minutes before Yamcha answered. Skip wasn’t sure the monkey-prince twitching and whimpering on the floor would fully revive.

Hal and Rich stumbled into the living room, their eyes quickly checking the scene for safety. Hal held his gun in front of him as he sauntered forward and surveyed the area. It seemed that as long as someone had the microchip controller, Yamcha would behave.

“Take the saiyajin downstairs,” Skip demanded, his eyes still trained on Yamcha. “Put him on the bed, but don’t tie him up. It is up to Yamcha how he wants to take him.”

Grimacing, the Earth warrior squeezed his eyes shut at the words and looked away. Hal and Rich crept forward and gathered the fallen fighter into their arms. Hal quickly pressed the gun to Vegeta’s head and glared up at Yamcha as if daring him to make a move. Together the two humans hoisted the small being from the floor and made their way to the narrow pantry door in the living room. With a playful nod to Yamcha, Hal cackled and kicked the cabinet open, allowing them to disappear into the darkness of the dungeon below.

Yamcha stared forward, unseeing as his mind raced. Even if he managed to get Vegeta away from the psychopaths, one click on the microchip remote would kill the prince. If he tried to get the remote now, all Skip had to do was scream and Hal would put a bullet into the saiyajin’s skull.

He felt his body trembling as he realized there might not be a way out of this. He would actually have to have…sex with the saiyajin prince. Yamcha hoped that Vegeta remained unconscious throughout the whole ordeal and he instantly felt sick for even thinking about such a thing. His breath exited his lungs with a small shaky moan and he suddenly felt like a scared child.

“After you have done it, you will feel better, Yamcha,” Skip said softly. “It will feel right. You’re scared now, but believe me, this is what you truly want to do.”

Yamcha stared at the kitchen floor for a moment before shaking his head slowly, side to side. Everything suddenly felt so unreal. He wanted someone to pinch or slap him to wake him from this nightmare.

“It’s what you want me to do. If you truly cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“It’s because I do care, Yamcha,” Skip shot back. “Now get downstairs.”

Gesturing with the control, the small man pointed at the narrow passage in the living room. It was haunting and terrifying looking at the simple doorway and Yamcha felt gnawing horror grow deep within him as he staggered toward the secret passage. Peering within, he could only see blackness until he gazed to his left. A very thin stairway led downstairs, the base lit with a single hanging light-bulb. He had seen enough horror-movies to guess what was down there, and even with his power he was truly frightened.

A soft hand landed on his back and Yamcha jumped. He knew who was behind him, but refused to turn around. Skip didn’t say anything, but his hand pressed harder against the small of Yamcha’s back. He had never been this close to the great fighter before and he could not wait to see the man in action.

Skip knew that Yamcha preferred women over men, but the scientist knew that he could win his heart. He KNEW that if Yamcha raped the saiyajin he would truly realize that it was Skip he wanted all along. Not only would Yamcha get his revenge, but having sex with a beautiful and powerful being such as Vegeta would make him understand that men were better partners…and then he would fall in love with Skip. And Skip had to witness this. He had to watch every fine detail of his plan. He had to see Yamcha have sex with the saiyajin. He had to be present and observe every detail of the rape to ensure that Yamcha got his revenge and had sex with a male. Skip knew Yamcha had it in him. He just had to get his love to realize and understand that this had to happen, that it was right.

As Yamcha trudged slowly down the rickety wooden steps, Skip followed closely behind, his eyes wide with excitement behind his glasses. He could not wait. Vegeta would be further humiliated and used as a whore. Yamcha would be brought to reality. He would know as soon as he finished with the saiyajin that he had done the right thing. Skip could not wait to witness the instant recognition of truth on Yamcha’s face. After he was satisfied with Vegeta, he would turn to him, love-stricken and joyous and realize that it was Skip he wanted the whole time. And they would make love then. Yamcha would hold him and thank him for showing him the way. It would beautiful, it would be true, and Skip would have his happy-ending once and for all.