Jronia
By SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta
Chapter 2
Meeting
The arrival of the craft heralded a larger crowd and they watched in eagerness to see what types of new slaves would be up for the bidding come time of the Auction. Several brutish and very trim guards came down the ramp first and then a rattling of chains could be heard as they were violently jerked and yanked. It wasn't the guards though that were doing the pulling and struggling, it was the slave that was bound in them. Fiery coal black eyes were flickering madly with the rage and intensity that they had trouble bringing him down the ramp. The prisoner wasn't too tall, standing at a height of five feet, five inches tall and black hair that stood like a candle flame. A loose blue shirt covered the steel like muscles that quivered in rage set with a matching pair of pants that hugged his form nicely. White boots that reached to mid-calf was complimented with a pair of white gloves that covered up to his forearms, half way to his elbows.
Cold eyes wildly looked around as he was drug down the ramp in spite of setting his feet and trying to stall them. Shackles hobbled his feet at the ankles and his wrists were tightly bound behind his back preventing him from being able to choke or really fight his captors. He gave a muffled growl of defiance under his steel meshed muzzle as he was forced down the ramp, a whip cracked harshly upon his back causing him to nearly wheel around but only earned him another lash and then a shove to keep going. His gaze fell upon the large building that loomed before him like a huge barn awaiting for his arrival.
Grudgingly he gazed to his new surroundings looking to the crowd, knowing if he had his ki abilities, he would have already killed them and taken off once more from this planet, but all that had been drained from him in a fight when the slavers found him. They had shot several darts of a serum to sap his ki from him leaving him only enough to live and work on, no more, no less. The collar they had upon him right now was not going to hold him much longer as they fought his resisting temper. Rough hands gripped his arms trying to carry him along even with the struggle this prisoner was putting up, they seemed to take him inside the building with relative ease where they paused.
Tojar came out and looked at the new arrival and for a brief moment they locked eyes, cold pale blue eyes met the raging fire of the coal black. For a second they saw each other on a deeper level than just captive and captor, they gazed into each other's will power, their own life flame. The pale blue were unrelenting, unshifting. The coal black were determined, unyielding. Both were never once broken, never once tasted the bitterness of captivity nor the harshness of slavery. Now one was a master, the other a slave, and that's what brought Tojar here as he slipped the cold black steel shock collar upon the throat of the Saiyan before him. It fit him a little loose, but it would now remain locked upon that throat.
They pushed him on into a numbered stall, 39 was the number that was etched in brass upon the door as they unlocked it and then took him in, taking the chain and clipped it to the collar then they hurriedly backed up. Locking the new prisoner in the confinement of the stall. They looked at him in silent mockery and four tranqs were fired into his hide, making the 23 year old Saiyan Prince fall to deep slumber. Then Tojar walked in and gave an injection to his neck, unfastening the muzzle for now and unbinding him of his restraints save for the chain locked upon the collar. Now all they had to do was wait for Vegeta to wake up.