Jronia
Written By: SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta
Just a note: Weak Jronians are as strong as a Super Saiyan. The strong ones like Tojar are as strong as a Super Saiyan 4. Should make for an interesting story indeed. Continue to read on and hope this clarifies the strength of these people Vegeta's held captive under. And PLEASE, at the end of this chapter, do not assume he's out of character, this has all been planned out. Enjoy.
Chapter 5
Broken
Tojar gave a harsh yank upon the collar rope and his pale blue eyes flashed madly as he drew Vegeta into the round pen and locked the gate. He picked up a club and dropped his pole whip to the soft dirt under foot never once lowering his eyes from Vegeta. When he stood back up he looked at the Saiyan standing at the gate as if studying a way to get out and again picked up the whip. The Trainer cracked it down harshly upon the Prince's back, gripping his club all the harder. Even with him bound, Vegeta could still caused serious damage if he wasn't careful.
The Saiyan Prince wheeled around in rage as he felt the sting of the lash upon his flesh, biting madly into his thoughts as he turned on heel and then charged Tojar, his hands bound behind his back, he went in sideways and quickly wanting to get him off balance. However Tojar seemed quicker and just out of reach with his shoulder, Vegeta felt the hard blow of the steel club against his face causing the steel muzzle to cut into his face. He found himself upon the ground, holding his breath under the muzzle still fastened tightly upon him.
Tojar backed up a bit. "Okay Saiyan, you can break easy, or you could break hard, but you will break." He watched him struggle to his feet and even then was minorly surprised. However he had studied up on Saiyans before Vegeta's arrival, he knew how they gained their strength and he would have to be careful about how much he went against this slave. Tojar again readied his whip and club.
Vegeta got up with a struggle and shook his head a little, the blow was enough to daze him. He charged in time and time again, several times trying to trick this man holding him captive, only to be met with the same result of a club upon his face, whirling him to the ground in a crumpled mess with a harsh blow to the face or head. He was pulling out all the stops that he knew and it was getting him nowhere. He panted heavily, unable to breathe through his mouth as he stood back by the red bars of the round pen. His head had been held in a submissive tuck the entire time. The Saiyan's coal eyes glanced over sideways to the Trainer and only then noticed the small crowd of people watching.
The designated seating area had a few native Jronians seated in the bench like seats. The white wall in front of them served them as an armrest and a few mutterings could be heard from the crowds, possible bids. Two of them seemed highly interested in the new captive as Tojar picked up the two ropes and then dropped the club, cracking it at Vegeta's heels and then forced him to run around the pen.
Vegeta growled at the fact that these people were here to watch his defeat. He hated the very thought of even giving in and he decided he wasn't going to, however every attempt was met in a harsh counter attack. When he was ran, he kept an eye upon Tojar as he paced it lightly around the outer part of the arena, as if trying to find a retreat from the man with the whip. Then the Prince felt the collar tighten against his throat and his pace restricted more and more until he was forced to pick up his right foot. Trying to bring his foot down only caused it to get forced higher and the collar to choke him a little more as the collar rope was then pulled throwing him once more off balance and into a kneel.
Tojar noted his struggle and kept him running, paying no mind to the people watching. Forcing Vegeta to run again and again, time after time making the proud Saiyan kneel down in defeat after defeat. He could feel the Saiyan's weakening struggle and finally he pulled him to a stop once more. "Kneel slave." Tojar once more forced the tired Prince into a kneel upon the soft dirt, but this time, something flickered out in the coal black eyes. This last one had made Vegeta teachable for commands to be followed.
Vegeta closed his eyes and panted hard under the muzzle, his throat was dry and his body craved food for energy, both he had been starved of for the past week. Now he knelt there in silence as Tojar simply walked up to him and then rested a hand upon the sweaty bow of the back of his thick neck. To demonstrate his being basic broken, he reached around the front of the throat and held onto it. "You see gentlemen, any slave can be broken. Just a matter of time, patience, and determination."
The Prince felt the hand upon his throat, a place he most highly guarded and shivered lightly. He knew he had been defeated and it made him bitter inside, his coal eyes lowered down as the hand again was placed upon the back of his neck as if he were nothing more than a dog that had been told to sit and stay. Inwardly it angered him even more when Tojar spoke up to the observers. But then there were times a Saiyan had to do...what a Saiyan had to do, and this was one of those times.
He lunged to his feet unexpectedly with a head butt up to Tojar's jaw and then came around hard with back kick and to his gut making Tojar slam against the panel of the round pen and he growled, the fire in his coal black eyes only burned deeper and harsher. He jumped Tojar's desperate swing with the whip but as he charged Tojar, the Trainer jumped aside and then gripped up his club and brought it again harshly against the Saiyan's head. Then once again the cold fire of the shock slammed the body of Vegeta unmercifully as he went rigidly tense.
Quietly, Tojar watched the Saiyan as he tried to scream in agony and as blood was drawn around the wrists where the cuffs rested upon the white gloves. When it was over, Vegeta lay upon the ground unable to move as Tojar put his foot upon the Prince's neck, making it sink into Vegeta, who was the better in a fight like this. Slowly, Vegeta's eyes closed his sides heaving for breath which he couldn't seem to catch. His fight once more in vain, he quietly lay there, the foot upon the side of his neck made sure he couldn't rise up again.
The Saiyan Prince hated the taste of defeat but he had found out what went on in the Arena now. He knew why others broke so easily to this man, he was now more alert of what they were able to do and he would have to wait. Vegeta would play along with their whim until he became stronger. This was not the time to get in another fight and he knew it. With a wounded pride, he lay there until he was again hoisted to his feet and made to kneel. Once more he felt the hand upon his throat and the back of his bowed neck and he remained this time, giving the indications of being broken, but was he really?