Jronia

By SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta

Chapter 4

Training

Vegeta leaned against the wall for what felt like to him about the billionth time that day marking the end of the week. He growled a bit as his stomach reminded him that he hadn't yet eaten since Tojar had locked him in this prison. He paced the cell quietly like a caged lion in the zoo. His coal eyes flickered with unsurpassed fury like flames consuming every thing in its path. There was nothing left unstudied as he again looked out at the bars. The man that had been six stalls down had been sold off for slaughter and he now faced the other slaves with vicious intent.

The others looked at him but only for a short time. They could see the strong, dominant will in the Saiyan and they knew Tojar. They knew he was going to be most intrigued with trying to break him to become a submissive servant to those who would have him. They would watch him with mixed emotion, but the majority thinking that he would soon break under the will of the Trainer. One of them shook his head and quietly muttered. "Give it up friend. In the end, Tojar always wins. Might as well make it easy on yourself and go submissive now."

Prince Vegeta snapped his head to the one that had spoken as if someone had just insulted him. "I refuse to bend to one's whims so easily. I am a warrior and a Warrior Prince at that. If Tojar wants a fight, then hell, let him come. I will not cower down like a weak fool and submit that easy. If you want to break to him without a fight then fine, but I'm not going down without one."

His eyes only seemed to smolder now with deep intensity as he gazed back to the office door awaiting for the daily rituals of feeding and watering the others. However he noted that a couple were still eating, they had been fed early. Vegeta's brow furrowed taking in the change of schedule then looked around quietly, glancing in the direction of another door. That door though slid sideways on the tracks and most importantly above it was labeled, "Arena". He had never seen those doors open to see what was inside, but he knew that was where he broke slaves, behind closed doors. No one knew what went on after Tojar had taken a slave in there, but when they came out, the slave was more submissive than upon entrance.

Finally, the office door creaked slowly open again as the light from the room beyond the heavy wooden door went out. All others stood quietly at the middle of their cells and they lowered their heads to a submissive tuck and their eyes lowered to the ground. In this way did each caged person show submissiveness to the Free that came to their midst. All but one that is, and that was the Saiyan Prince. Tojar looked at him and grinned. "A week without food or water and you still refuse to even show the slightest of a submissive temper. You are indeed going to be fun to break."

Vegeta only scoffed a bit. "I'd like to see you try damn bastard. I'm not going to be commanded like a damn mindless animal."

Tojar laughed reaching for a small controller and then grinned. "Ever wondered what that collar around your neck does to a disobedient slave who does not mind their manners?"

The Dark Prince only furrowed a brow. "Do you want to know how many worlds I myself have destroyed?"

Once again Tojar laughed, letting his lips linger in a cruel smile of interest. His fingers curled around the small device in his hand and then with a quick touch of a button, a tinge of electricity went through the Saiyan's collar, forcing the Prince's neck to involuntarily tense up. He held it there for a while grinning the entire time as he watched Vegeta try to yank the collar off by force but the collar didn't release its secured lock from around his throat.

Vegeta clawed viciously at the collar as his neck muscles tensed. He pulled on it, tugged as hard as he could upon it, but still no luck. It didn't hurt, but it let him know that he was indeed being shocked. He shook his head in defiance and then redoubled his efforts in a vain attempt to get it off. When the shock stopped, he panted lightly from the recent frenzy and then growled. He felt like attacking something, a bloodthirsty temper coming forth instead as he glared hatefully at the man before him.

Tojar took up a thick brown leathered leash off the stall door's hook and then grinned. "Time for your training to commence slave. It's time you learn your place here in Jronia. You'll be here for a long time to come."

At first Vegeta would have laughed at Tojar except for the fact that a powerful shock soon consumed his body, holding him painfully rigid. The Trainer looked at him as he turned up the intensity of the shock collar. Soon, Vegeta screamed out in agonizing pain, his body lifted off the ground and held, his arms held down and out his feet slightly spread, his head thrown back. It seemed like he was being burned from the inside out with a very cold flame and his throat, felt as if it were on fire.

Tojar released the button and then narrowed his eyes watching as the Prince fell to the ground, stunned beyond movement. He gripped up the muzzle, a training collar, two thick ropes, two straps with clips on either side of the thick leather, a belt, a set of shackles, and a pole whip. In that way he began to enter the stall and placed the shackles upon the Saiyan's wrists holding them firmly behind his back. Tojar then fastened the muzzle upon him, cinching it tight upon him.

Continuing on, he placed one rope upon Vegeta's right ankle and up through a ring on the training collar that had been placed above the black steel band. He tied another rope directly to the collar itself, and then he clipped the shortest strap from the bottom of the muzzle to the collar, the strap only being about three inches long. Then the longer went from the muzzle right at the top of the nose down to the fastened belt around the Saiyan's waist.

Vegeta was too stunned from the recent shock to move at first, feeling what was being put upon him as he felt his head forced to tuck, he gave a light growl. Finally when all was finished, Tojar picked up the pole whip just as the Warrior came to his senses. He growled, finding his movements restricted with such a severity to not allow him to fight without complications.

Tojar slid open the stall door and then pulled on the collar rope as he tried to get him to follow him out being led upon the rope like a leash. Vegeta set his feet but then he felt his right foot being lifted as the rope tightened around his ankle and pulled the collar tight upon the front of his throat choking him then the collar rope pulled forward, throwing his balance off enough to make him take a step forward to catch it before he fell.

Slowly and with much struggle, they headed for the Arena. The door slid open wide for them and Vegeta turned heel trying to make it impossible to force him inside this place, but it was no use. Without his ki strength he had been reduced drastically in power and it made it harder and in the end, Tojar pulled only harder forcing him to finally enter the dirt covered floor of the Arena and the doors closed behind them.