But happening it was! The robot, resembling a burly red-haired man dressed only in a skimpy speedo, had restrained the adult Saiyan completely over his lap. Vegeta, for his part, looked to be in total shock that this surprising turn of events was taking place! Vegeta had, while growling vulgarities at the android, had attempted to twist and punch the android with his fists. But no sooner had he raised his fists to strike, than the android grabbed Vegeta's arms and held them up hard against his back. This caused Vegeta to shout yet more vulgarities at the android holding him while he struggled.
Vegeta still had his bodysuit on, but due to the nature of the fabric and the way it stretched over every inch of his skin, he may as well have been naked. Almost nothing was left to the imagination as Vegeta writhed over the Android's lap. It even clung to the space inbetween his buttocks, leaving each bun clearly defined. His leotard looked more like a coat of blue body paint, than a uniform for combat! However, as revealing as his uniform may have been, Vegeta would soon miss even it's scant protection.
"Attempts made to resist discipline attempted," the android said in it's deep monotone, "Punishment level redefined to C-2. Baring of the buttocks permitted." With that the android reached down and grabbed hold of the straps running over Vegeta's shoulders. While still pinning the man over it's lap, Android 16 pulled the straps down and off Vegeta's arms and used them to slowly peel the rest of the leotard down Vegeta's body, turning the fabric inside out as it went.
"What?" Vegeta said in outrage, "I don't think so!" His struggles began anew. However, nothing he did seemed to stall the android at all! Vegeta gasped as his skin was suddenly exposed to the air-conditioning inside the laboratory. He couldn't believe it, this... machine was actually stripping him butt-naked like this! He couldn't understand how this could be happening. He was the strongest warrior on Earth! No way could a ridiculous robot be capable of holding him captive, unwillingly stripping him of his clothing like this! And yet, that was exactly what was happening. For despite Vegeta's struggles and protests, the blue fabric was peeled down over his shoulder blades and lower back, and had now reached the point where the mounds of his ass began.
Trunks could only watch as the show went on. Before this, he'd never even seen his dad in the bath. So, seeing his father's naked body on display like his was a real eye-opener! Trunks blushed as his father was stripped right before his eyes.
Finally, the spandex-like garment was peeled over the crest of each bun and then down his thighs and legs. This left his butt a firm, perky target, and Vegeta helpless to defend it!
"Android 16 punishment mode: activated." the android intoned slowly, "Crimes: Instigation, minor property damage, resistance to discipline. Level of infraction: C-2. Punishment... commencing." This having been said, the android slammed his palm into Vegeta's upturned ass with surprisingly powerful force! To young Trunks, the blow sounded like it was as loud as a gunshot. As the android raised his hand again to ready another strike, Trunks could see an angry red imprint of the android's palm clearly drawn on his father's left buttock. The android slammed his palm down again, this time to leave a matching print on the right cheek!
There was hardly any give to Vegeta's buttocks as #16 repeatedly spanked each firm bun. Vegeta's ass, as compared to the collective bubble-butt rumps of the Son family, was not nearly as round or bouncy. Instead, his buttocks was all packed with hard, solid muscle. However, no matter how muscular a butt is, if the spanking's hard enough, it'll still hurt like hell!
"Oof!" Vegeta grunted despite himself. This android packed quite a punch! He struggled to free himself from his position trapped across the android's thighs, but got nowhere. Swinging his head towards his father-in-law, he angrily queried "Doctor, why the hell is this thing spanking ME instead of my son?"
"Well, Vegeta, I did tell you that I was still working on the robot's AI, so I'm not completely sure," Doctor Brief said calmly, as if the situation of an intelligent robot spanking his son-in-law's bare ass in the middle of his science lab was a completely commonplace occurrence, "Most likely though, it realized you were the instigator in the whole affair and chose to punish the source of the mischief. In this case, you, rather than the victim, Trunks." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I'm actually more surprised that it's referring to itself as '16', I thought's it's entire previous identity had been wiped from it's memory banks. Apparently there's more of it's old programming in there than I thought..."
"Doctor! I don't care about it's damned AI! Just turn the thing off!" Vegeta yelled angrily at his father-in-law. He couldn't believe it that this android had taken him over its knee and was now beating on his naked backside. He was a prince of his now extinct people, one of the strongest warriors in the universe! No mere robot should be capable of beating him in a fair fight, much less spanking him like a child! But try as he might, he found that he was unable to break free from the android's lap. The android had an incredibly powerful grip on him, his arms were held at the small of his back, and all he was able to kick in his position was the empty air as his ass was thoroughly spanked red. With a powerful swat coming down on him all the time, Vegeta was unable to even muster the concentration to power up and overcome his robotic spanker.
"Er, I'm trying to, Vegeta." Doctor Briefs said, typing away at one of the stations, "but it doesn't seem to be responding to any of my commands."
"Not, nng, responding? What do you mean? Why the hell not? Oof!" Vegeta was doing his best not to show how much pain he was in, but he couldn't help but involuntarily grunt as the android kept right on spanking his ass.
"I'm not sure," Doctor Briefs rubbed his chin in thought, "As I mentioned before. This robot IS just a proto-type. Hmmmm..." he typed a few more commands into the computer, "Well, it seems to me that once a punishment has been selected by the AI, it's impossible to override until the punishment's been carried out. Why, that's actually quite clever! That way the victims wouldn't be able to weasel out of what's coming to them."
Whatever words Vegeta might have been thinking about the robot's programming, it can be assured that "clever" was not among them. The android's big palm kept on pounding into his ass relentlessly, keeping a perfect mechanical beat on his Saiyan hindquarters. Even Vegeta had to admit that this robot was a skilled spanker. It had to be after all when it had Vegeta, currently the strongest warrior on the planet, squirming across it's lap! It spanked on and on, going back and forth between each hard, defined buttock. The android's palm was large enough that it almost covered the entire surface area of whichever twisting cheek that it happened to be striking. Vegeta's backside was quickly reddening up under the barrage. He gritted his teeth in an effort to better bare the pain. How the hell had this happened?
Vegeta was no stranger to the art of spanking, but usually he was on the giving end instead of the receiving. He had after all been raised as prince of his race, the Saiyans, a warrior-species renowned throughout the galaxy not only for their skills in combat as mercenaries, but also for their brawny, spankable rear-ends.
Indeed, those races the Saiyan mercenaries faced in battle had learned to covet the asses of their particular species. Often in times of war, whole platoons would be scrambled to capture a single Saiyan, sometimes going so far as to sacrifice valuable resources and even lives. Once captured the Saiyan would be grasped around his tail, the tail being one of the Saiyan's few weaknesses: any pressure leveled against it and the Saiyan would become temporarily defenseless. Once rendered helpless, the Saiyan warrior's juicy buttocks would be subject to be spanked at his enemies' whim. This could sometimes last for days, as often the entire war-party would want their turn with the full grown Saiyan's beefy butt.
But even more than their desire for the Saiyan backsides, the enemies of the Saiyans had also discovered that they had good reason to fear for their own backsides from the sting of the Saiyan's mighty palms. After all, the Saiyans were a remarkably strong species and it was rare that they lost a fight. Many soldiers learned first hand that to lose in battle to a Saiyan is to be spanked by a Saiyan. They would be stripped naked and their vulnerable rumps exposed to be tortured and beaten at the Saiyan's will. And the Saiyans' will was always voracious. They loved to spank the nude, muscular asses of other races almost as much as they loved to spank each other's. Rituals of bare-ass spanking was just a part of their culture. A culture that, as he grew up, Vegeta eagerly took part in.
Due to holding the lofty station of Saiyan Prince, Vegeta had the right to spank any Saiyan of lower rank with impunity, which he did. His guards and servants, as well as the men he served with soon had good reason to fear Vegeta's strong right hand, and the effect it had on their bare, wriggling glutes. Even as a young boy Vegeta could easily spank grown men to tears. Vegeta took it as his duty to impress the power of the Saiyan royalty on his people, one pair of red ass-cheeks at a time! On the other hand, unless Vegeta's father, the King, decided to discipline him, which happened but rarely, Vegeta was only allowed to be spanked in a few select circumstances while growing up. One was during the periodic Rites of Passage that every Saiyan male takes that included the application of a strong palm to their naked backsides. And the other was during combat training and sparring where spanking was used as a training tool, which even the Prince was not exempt from.
Only once had he been spanked apart from these select circumstances, when the elite mercenary Bardock himself took him over his powerful knee, in an effort to physically beat the arrogance out of the Saiyan Prince. It was the hardest spanking he'd ever had, and by the end Vegeta had been a mess of tears and snot, promising he'd be a good boy to the unflinching mercenary. Ultimately, the spanking proved to be unsuccessful. Not because of it's lack of severity, but because shortly after it took place, Bardock, as well as the rest of the Saiyan race, was wiped out by the evil warlord, Frieza.
As the spanking of his father went on, Trunks could only stare and gape at the scene. It was just all so unbelievable! His father had always been the epitome of masculine authority, and everything that Trunks had secretly aspired to be. And now his powerful, macho dad was getting his bare butt spanked right in front of him! Even though Trunks did love his dad, he couldn't help but feel an almost sadistic pleasure in the proceedings. After all, Vegeta had been spanking him all his life, and had just finished giving him a particularly stinging spanking just a few minutes ago! Now his dad was getting a taste of his own medicine. This was even better than when he had seen his dad spanking Gohan just this morning!
Every move the android made was efficient and fully analyzed, using the latest in computer technology. It applied the fewest possible resources for the maximum effect. This was true both for holding the bucking Saiyan Prince in place, and for it's assault on the man's rear-end. Vegeta tried to wrench his arms out of the android's hold, but it was no good. The android's grip was like a vise! Meanwhile, the android continued to beat on Vegeta's ass like a drum, leaving no inch of butt-surface untouched.
From the sidelines, Trunks wondered if the spanking his dad was taking hurt as much as it looked like. His dad's ass was quickly taking on the hue of a ripe tomato! He found it unbelievable how Vegeta had barely made so much as a whimper so far throughout the whole ordeal. He knew that if he were in his father's place he would be bawling up a storm by now, begging and pleading to be set free.
Vegeta fumed and bucked across the robot's knee. Enough was enough! How dare this MACHINE humiliate him like this! And in front of his own son! "I'll reduce you to loose bolts and scrap metal, you damn android!" Vegeta swore at the robot. But the robot ignored the threat and laid yet another swat down on the Prince's vulnerable rump. But in the interim between the robot raising it's hand in preparation for another spank and in bringing it down again, Vegeta was finally able to manage flashing his powerlevel up!
Suddenly sporting a glowing white aura, and a boost of superspeed and strength, Vegeta hurled himself at the robot and slammed it up against the wall. Not even bothering to pull his pants up over his red asscheeks, he pummeled the robot's naked midsection with blows from both fists. Gathering a large amount of chi into one hand, he directed a particularly high-powered punch at the robot's metal head. Vegeta grinned in triumph and said, "Game over, machine." There was no possible way that the robot would be able to avoid the blow.
But Vegeta's victory was short-lived! With reflexes that were impossible for a normal human, the robot actually caught Vegeta's fist in it's own massive hand. Using Vegeta's momentum against him, the android pulled him to the side before again twisting the man's arm painfully across his back, before thrusting him back down across it's lap, right back where the volatile man had started!
"Attempts to resist punishment repeatedly attempted. Punishment level redefined to B-5. Usage of implements permitted." the hulking android spoke again, one hand travelling behind it's back while the other restrained the twisting Vegeta over it's lap.
Vegeta swore loudly as he found himself in the same position he had escaped mere moments ago. Damn, but this robot was fast! And strong too, no matter how he flexed he was unable to free himself from the robot's stronger-than-human grip. Had this robot become stronger since Cell had destroyed it? But that was impossible!
He turned his thoughts back to his current predicament. The robot was pushing down hard on his back, effectively keeping him in place and unable to power up or go Super Saiyan. And his rump was still just as exposed and vulnerable as it had been when he had tried to attack. Vegeta wasn't sure if he could take another round of spanking without embarrassing himself even further by breaking his stoic silence in front of his son. But wait, what was that the robot had said about implements...?
"Wha-! Where did THAT come from?" Trunks screeched, pointing up at the android's hand as it came back into view from behind it's back. A large paddle now rested in the android's mighty grip. The android dropped the paddle down to rest it on Vegeta's already sore backside, rubbing it in tight concentric circles.
First his dad getting forcible restrained not just once but TWICE, and now a paddle? This was too much! Trunks had been rendered entirely immobile while Vegeta had attacked #16, the two immensely powerful combatants cowing him. Throughout the entire spanking, it hadn't even occurred to Trunks to help his father. Hey, if his DAD couldn't win against this android, there wasn't anything that HE could do.
"Ah! I was wondering if that feature would work properly." Doctor Brief said, his face full of pride for his own creation. "Not only does #16 come equipped with a hardened hand to use in discipline, it also has quite a variety of tools it can use to assist in punishment. That paddle is one of my personal favorites. I specially designed it so that it would never break on impact, no matter how much force it was wielded with against a bare bottom." The doctor smiled blissfully, not seeming to care that his invention would soon be used to punish the 'bare bottom' of his adult son-in-law!
#16 was quick to give Doctor Briefs a demonstration of just how effective the paddle could be. It raised the implement high over it's head before slamming it down onto Vegeta's ass with full force! Vegeta was barely able to keep himself from screaming. Instead what emerged from his lungs was more along the lines of a low drawn-out moan. The paddle covered both his buns with raw hurt, before lifting up again only to repeat the process! This time, Vegeta couldn't help but cry out in a mixture of rage and pain.
As Vegeta's backside made use of pain receptors he hadn't been aware he'd possessed, he dimly wondered what he'd done to deserve this kind of painful beating. Well, besides the hundreds of deaths he'd been responsible for, the destruction of entire planets, trying (and almost succeeding) to blow up the Earth, etc. etc., not to mention the many, many spankings he'd delivered to others without retribution.
Not that he himself hadn't often known the feel of a well-struck spank across his own firm buns before this. No, this android was hardly the first to take him over it's knee for a painful dose of discipline. Still, the amount of beatings he'd given out far exceeded the amount he'd taken from others.
Only Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz had survived the destruction of the homeplanet. Afterwards, they had worked as freelance mercenaries for hire. They spanked their way across the galaxy, with only themselves (and their beefy, spankable asses) for company. While it was true that even these veteran warriors didn't completely escape having their asses blistered by rival fighters and armies, the Saiyans still had a much greater ration of being the spankERS than the spankEES. Of the three it was Vegeta, of course, who spanked the hardest, and most often.
Then he met Kakarot, known to his friends as Goku, and everything changed.
Suddenly, no matter how much or how often he beat ass, it wasn't enough. Here was a fellow Saiyan, who Vegeta wasn't able to even defeat in battle, let alone spank. Hell, he was even a THIRD class Saiyan, practically bred for their round, toned asses and submissive nature to the higher classes. But Goku wasn't like the other third class Saiyans. Well, in that his nature wasn't submissive anyway. His ass, on the other hand...
Even glimpsed only in battle, completely covered by shapeless orange cloth, Vegeta could tell that Goku's ass was a thing of beauty. A step above even the backsides of the other Saiyans, Goku's butt was in a class all it's own. The roundest, beefiest set of muscular globes he'd ever had the privilege of seeing, Vegeta had yearned to spank them since the moment he'd laid eyes on them.
That then, was the quandary. For no matter how hard Vegeta trained, or how fast his powerlevel rose, he could never manage to catch up to Goku's strength. Which was impossible! How could a third class be stronger than a Prince of his people? The genetics just didn't make sense!
The android methodically pounded Vegeta's butt like it was running a marathon, slow and steady. There was no need to switch between cheeks, as the paddle encompassed the entirety of Vegeta's throbbing ass. The paddle landed every few seconds with a Whack, flattening both muscular mounds like pancakes. Every Whack! of the paddle increased the burn building up in Vegeta's butt. Vegeta moaned and struggled weakly. At the beginning of this spanking, he would never have suspected that a mere robot could be capable of inflicting so much pain on his rear-end! It felt like his whole ass had caught ablaze, with that damned paddle acting as a bellows!
"You were gonna have that thing use that paddle on ME?" Trunks squeaked to his grandpa.
Doctor Brief's raised his eyebrows at the young demi-saiyan, "Are you aware of just how much trouble you get in on a daily basis?"
"... good point." Trunks muttered before turning back to his father's beating. If he'd any thoughts previously about helping his father against the android, they were completely dismissed now. No way was he getting spanked alongside his dad by THAT! He rubbed his own bruised butt in sympathy as he watched the paddle descend over and over on his dad's fiery ass.
Vegeta was in disbelief over how much the paddle hurt! His ass felt like it was being squashed down right over a red-hot griddle. Vegeta twisted and jerked his butt around trying to escape the trail of the paddle, but the thing landed perfectly dead on target every time with robotic precision. Every inch of his rear-end was being pummeled by the fearsome instrument. Never in his life had he been in so much pain, not even when he had been locked in mortal combat with Frieza!
Vegeta had long since ceased struggling against the punishment. The android had learned from it's mistake and was giving him no chances to fight back like it had done before. Even if he could, Vegeta knew he was in no shape to fight anymore. His struggles had exhausted him, and any extraneous movement on his part would only re-ignite the fire in his ass. #16 continued to paddle it's charge, it's silicone brain unburdened with compassion or sympathy for it's 'victim'. Vegeta grimaced as the paddle licked every corner of his battle-hardened buttocks. Only now was he coming to terms with the fact that the android was completely free to spank the Saiyan warrior, as hard and for however long it wished!
After his defeat at Goku's hands, the thrill of spanking had disappeared from Vegeta's psyche. His victim's pained squeals, their frantic attempts to free themselves from their trapped position across his lap, their pleas for clemency, no longer did they excite him in the least. After losing the chance to spank a butt like Goku's, no other could compare.
Only by beating the backsides of truly challenging opponents, such as Frieza's henchman Zarbon, or Jeice of the Ginyu Force, could he renew his zest for punishment. Indeed, getting his vengeance on Zarbon, after the green man had changed into his monstrous second form to beat Vegeta's ass all over the Namek countryside, had especially been a delight. But even then it was short-lived. In fact, he had grown bored of it before the spanking was even over. No, it was only Goku's round glutes that he craved.
Vegeta had dreamt of the day when he might finally take Goku over his knee after a hard-fought battle, and inflict as much agony as he desired on the third class's writhing butt-cheeks. Vegeta would spank him long and hard, and by the end, his Saiyan brother would be sporting a bright red ass and be begging for mercy. But Vegeta wouldn't give him mercy, he would just keep spanking on and on and on. Because Vegeta had never given anyone mercy in his entire life. Because mercy was weakness.
But Vegeta never got the chance to take Goku over his knee. In a last ditch effort to save the Earth from annihilation at the hands of Cell, Goku had made the ultimate sacrifice. He teleported himself along with Cell straight into the afterlife. He gave up his life to save the lives of everyone he cared about, his wife, his friends, his two sons, Gohan at ten years old, and Goten, who was only then just beginning to take form in Chichi's womb. Goku's butt, as well as the rest of him, was now in a place Vegeta's palm could never reach it. And Goku had chosen of his own free will to remain there, as opposed to being wished back by the Dragon Balls, in order to protect the planet from any other threats that could arise from his presence.
Even now, after Goku had been gone for years, Vegeta still wanted a piece of that ass.
Trunks blinked his eyes in astonishment. Were those...? They were! There were actual TEARS glistening in his father's eyes as the android paddled him mercilessly. Of all the unbelievable things Trunks had seen today, this was by far the most unbelievable of all! In all his life, Trunks had never ONCE seen Vegeta cry.
Vegeta cursed himself for his weakness. To be crying so in front of his son... But every Crack! of the paddle against the hot tender flesh of his butt spurred on yet more tears! It was just too much pain for him, or his ass, to handle. Of all the spankings given to those with Saiyan blood that day, it was Vegeta who got it the hardest.
At last, the robot finally relented. The paddle returned to wherever the android stored it, and it slackened it's grip on the sniffling Prince across it's lap. At first, Vegeta wasn't even cognizant that the paddling was over. All he was aware of was the fire burning in his rear, and the hot tears trailing down his cheeks. He only fully realized it was over when the android stood up without warning, dropping Vegeta to the cold linoleum floor, and suddenly disappearing with a burst of super speed. In the blink of an eye, the android had left the lab, leaving the three remaining males to their own devices.
It took the hardened Saiyan warrior several long moments of recovery before he felt it safe to try standing. He straightened with a groan, hands flying to rub at his savaged hindquarters. He grimaced ruefully as he caught himself unconsciously performing the usual 'dance of the spanked'. Hands rubbing vigorously at the soreness in his rear, his stance hopping back and forth from foot from foot. He stopped himself with some effort and blinked back the wetness in his eyes.
Dr. Briefs and Trunks could only watch Vegeta as he went through the motions, each of them thoroughly astounded by what had just happened. Trunks, because the fact that his own dad had just been spanked like a little boy was still a shock to him even after watching it happen right in front of him. Dr. Briefs because this robot was possibly his greatest success, greater even than when he had retrofitted a Saiyan spacecraft for journey to the distant planet of Namek. A robot capable of spanking the arrogant Vegeta? He should win the Nobel Peace Prize!
Aware of the eyes of his son and father-in-law on him, Vegeta reached down and began the arduous task of pulling his clothing back up over his savaged glutes. It hurt like hell to tug the tight fabric back over his ass, but there was no way he was going to just leave his flaming red butt hanging out there for all the world to see a second longer than he had to! He still had his pride, after all, not even being spanked could take that away from him! He hissed as the spandex rubbed against the welts and blisters on his skin. Once they were up, the garment fit snugly over the muscles in his legs and butt like a second skin. If Trunks didn't know better, he could swear that he could still see the red tint of his father's rump glowing right through the skintight fabric!
How dare a robot do this to me, Vegeta thought, spanking me to tears in front of my own son! Vegeta resolved to get pay-back from the machine. Serious pay-back. He'd hunt it down and destroy it! And this time, he'd insure it couldn't be rebuilt!
"Where did it go?" Vegeta demanded, once he was able to control his voice sufficiently.
"I don't know," Trunks said, twisting around to look in all directions, "It moved too fast for me to even see it leave. My eyes couldn't follow it!"
Dr. Briefs was furiously typing into his console. At last, he looked up apprehensively, "Oh dear," he said.
Vegeta fought to keep from screaming at the doctor. He failed. "What do you MEAN, 'oh dear'?" he yelled in frustration.
"Well," Dr. Briefs said, lighting himself a cigar, " You remember how Dr. Gero originally programmed all the androids to hunt Goku down and kill him?"
Vegeta took a deep breath. "Yes, Doctor. I remember," Vegeta said, managing to keep his voice even. He had BEEN there after all, fighting against the androids along with everyone else.
"But what's that got to do with anything?" Trunks said, still looking around nervously, as if afraid that the spanking android would return any second. "Didn't you say all that programming had been replaced? Why did it leave in the first place, anyway?"
"Obviously because it has some pitiful sense of self-preservation." Vegeta growled, "It knew I would pound it into rubble as soon as I recovered." Vegeta caught himself again rubbing his ass, this time through the seat of his pants, and mentally stopped himself, instead crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Dr. Briefs leaned back in his chair, "Hmmm, hate to break it to you, Vegeta, but you weren't even factored into #16's logic. It does seem, however that for some reason punishing YOU resurfaced many of it's old directories. It looks like in lieu of any other directives, it's fallen back on it's old programming. It's looking for Goku. But with one major difference. Instead of killing Goku, now it just wants to give him an old-fashioned butt blistering."
"What does that matter doctor? Vegeta said scathingly, "Goku is dead. Besides, can't you just electronically command it to come back here?"
Dr. Briefs shook his head. "It's locked me out. I can't do anything from here. Maybe if I could interface with it directly... But that's not the real problem."
Vegeta and Trunks looked at Dr. Briefs, waiting for the explanation. Dr. Briefs continued, "With Goku being unavailable, it will look for the next available targets. In particular, others close by with significantly higher power-levels than the rest of the population."
"The Z-Warriors," Vegeta said, realization dawning on him. Dr. Briefs nodded assent.
"You mean, like Gohan and Goten?" Trunks asked.
Dr. Briefs nodded again. "Yes, certainly those two. And the others also, Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien. Why, even Piccolo will be a target! They're all sitting ducks right now. If we don't warn them immediately, any one of them might soon be on the receiving end of a painful and embarrassing bare-bottom spanking!"
Author's Note: Anyone have a suggestion for what happens next? Leave a review and let me know:3