Jronia

Written by: SaiyanWarriorVegeta

Vegeta: Well, chapter nine is up and Kienna has come to the picture. Any idea what role she'll play in this story?

Author: "Grins a crooked grin." Of course I know what role she will play. Don't worry Vegeta, I have other plans in mind for Kienna and its not a relationship of the serious kind.

Vegeta: Good, lets get on with the story....

Author: "Clamps a hand over his mouth and looks at him in a stern way, but with a grin." Don't be so impatient. For those of you reviewing the story, thank you. I would like to see more readers do that if possible. Any questions as well of the story please feel free to ask them as well when you review and they'll be answered accordingly to the chapter they're posted for.

Vegeta: "Takes the hand from his mouth and then gives a light twist bringing the left thumb to the forearm." Do that again and I'll break your wrist.

Author: "Laughs a bit, it didn't hurt" Double-jointed Vegeta, but you're right. Lets get on with the story.

WARNING:: CONTENTS OF THIS STORY WILL GET VERY CRUEL. REMEMBER, THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND SHOULD NEVER BE REPEATED IN REAL LIFE. ABUSE IS AGAINST THE LAW IN EVERY STATE SO IS SLAVERY. DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY PART OF THIS STORY UPON ANY PERSON, EVEN YOURSELF. IF YOU DO, I WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE, AND YOU SHOULD SEEK HELP IMMEDIATELY.

Chapter 9

Darkfire

Vegeta had curled up on the blankets by the warm fire getting back feeling to his body. The cover over his shoulders was thick and woolen, trapping heat inside his body as he sipped on the broth. There was little he had to do now except return to his Owner. How much time had passed? He played that out in his mind as he stared at the fire cradling the chicken broth gently in his gloved hands. The Prince looked around and by the color of the darkening sky, he inwardly flinched, it was way past time he was supposed to be back. His beating would undoubtedly be very severe and he stood up about ready to walk out the door when a knock came upon the heavy wood barrier to the outside.

The Dark Prince froze in his tracks watching as Kienna opened the door and then let Cirrento inside. Vegeta kept his eyes upraised, his scowl furrowing. Cirrento looked at the Saiyan before him. "Where have you been, damn slave? You missed several orders today and for that, you will be punished."

Coldly, the Saiyan looked back at him. "I do not do your bidding. I'm not a damn slave. I'm a Prince and if you don't show me respect then I'll never do a thing for you again."

Fingering the device in his pocket, he pressed the button to the shock collar making the slave before him scream in sharp, burning agony. After two minutes, he released the button and glowered. "What was that again slave?"

Collapsing to the floor breathless, he panted against the humming still lingering in his body. The shock had seemed like an eternity of agony to him. "I'm not.....a slave....I am a Prince...the Prince of Saiyans...I am free..."

Cirrento pressed the button again sending Vegeta once more off the floor for another minute and when he released it he pressed his foot to Vegeta's ribs and pressed down upon them heavily. "Want to repeat that? I didn't quite hear you."

Kienna stepped in between them and glared at Cirrento. "You will not do that again in my presence, do you understand me?"

Cirrento looked at Kienna and grinned. "I'd like to take you out sometime for a couple drinks. When would you want me...."

Before Cirrento knew what had hit him, Kienna had gripped up a broom handle and smacked it very hard across Cirrento's face. The man staggered back in shock at the strength this woman had in her and then looked to Vegeta still laying upon the floor, nearly unconscious. "Get up damn lazy beast. You have to help pull my cart home."

Slowly the warrior pressed his hands to the ground and fought to rise. The collar on his neck reminding him of the pain they could inflict with just a touch of a finger, and he hated it. He rose to his hands and knees surprising both Kienna and Cirrento. The level of shock used upon the Prince was enough to kill most, and yet, he still rose up. Kienna looked at Cirrento as she watched Vegeta collapse once more to the floor. "Stay down." She ordered out to Vegeta.

Vegeta growled and tried to rise up again, only to receive the blow to the back of his neck, stunning him. Cirrento put away the steel pole and then looked at his slave. "You heard Kienna. Do as you're told slave."

Kienna twisted the bar from the Saiyan's Master and thwacked it viciously hard upon his body. "You will NOT treat him like that here. You touch him like that one more time, or shock him again, I'll have him confiscated from you. What is it with you damn Owners and beating a slave?! They have it hard enough in this city without you all beating on them for no frickin' reason at all. Get out of my home and leave the slave here. I will return him when I give him a thorough check up. Now, leave."

Cirrento took a step back and then nodded, shooting a cold glare at Vegeta. "You will suffer for your defiance slave." He muttered and then walked out. The lash of the whip could be heard upon another slave's back and the cart driving off.

Vegeta lay upon the ground stunned and groggy, the pain in him was intense. He barely heard anything going on around him and shivered unwillingly when he felt a hand rest upon his shoulder. His eyes closed lightly as he coughed. Nearly choking, he instead tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, his tongue was sore, and his throat ached. Pain shot through him ruthlessly as he tried to regain his bearings.

Kienna quietly looked to the neck of the slave before her and pulled the collar gently up, part of the metal pressing lightly to the throat of Vegeta. She noted the burn marks that were starting to form around his neck where the collar had rested when he was shocked. Raising up, she grabbed her medical bag and then began to tenderly look after his wounds. "Poor slave, this should be out right banned from use. What is your name?"

Vegeta nearly took a double-take of her when his name was asked. He lay there silently not answering, just letting her tend to his wounds. Kienna shook her head. "Well if you won't tell me one, then I'll give you one. Until you tell me a name otherwise, I'll call you Darkfire. Dark coming from the blackness of your eyes and hair with your dark blue clothing. Fire coming from the fiery temper you shown and the flame that flickers in your eyes still so lively. So all in all, I'll call you Darkfire."

Giving a light sigh he just laid his head back down, closing his eyes. Darkfire. At least it was a decent name she had come up with instead of some insult like Lucky. He could live with the name she had given him for now he thought and he waited. He felt her put a salve upon his neck and then gently wrap it where he had been burnt. The name lingered upon his mind for now while he lay there. He already knew how most of them would work. They would stick with calling him any name they wanted to give him, not really caring what his name was.

Kienna was a woman that stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall and had blonde hair tied up in a ponytail that came down to the middle of her back when up. Her emerald green eyes were about like that of a Super Saiyan's color but darker green. Her hands were gentle and very soothing as she remained knelt by the Saiyan before her running her slender fingers through his thick black hair. She then moved her hand down and rubbed Vegeta's forehead with a feather light touch. "There we go, just relax Darkfire, let me give you at least a bit of a check-up."

Vegeta felt her hand across his forehead and quietly he let his eyes half close. The touch itself was gentle and soothing, quiet and reassuring. Being Saiyan, he hated the louder tone of the others and the sharpness woke his want to fight more and more. She however was slow and fluent, making him react a bit calmer around her. He learned a long time ago how to adapt to situations. He soon felt her hand run gently over his neck and then upon his shoulders and chest. She removed the over from his shoulders and then continued on to his back, running down his spine towards his tightly wrapped tail.

The Jronian woman grinned as she continued her examination. "You see Darkfire, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a slave doctor, known as a vet in this city."

Her words alone sounded soft, but he could feel himself sinking deeper into his fight when she mentioned what a slave doctor was called. A vet, just great. I've gone from being treated like a person to being a damn animal to them. Even she thinks of me as such. Vegeta closed his eyes as he felt her hands lower across his hips and to his family jewels. Only then did he snap awake and whirl to a position of pure shock that she would grab such a personal place. He tried to stand but there wasn't any strength for him to draw upon, remaining instead upon fours.

Kienna reached to her bag and then pulled out what looked like a bizzare set of straps that were padded and she slipped them upon his head. He tried to take off the soft padded muzzle, when a couple ropes were clipped to it and pulled upon, forcing him towards a table. Finally finding his feet, the Saiyan warrior tried harder to get it off, but her pulling on the muzzle made it impossible to unlatch. Quietly he watched her as she motioned him up on it, fastening down his hands and ankles in a crawling position. Pulling harder against these new restraints, he found he couldn't get out of them. Vegeta's head quickly jerked upward again against the muzzle as she gripped his manhood again.

Coal eyes tried to follow her as she then tugged a bit and such, then moved on leaving him humiliated. She ran her hands down his legs next and then removed his white boots, examining his feet before putting them back upon him. Moving up more she pressed in on his ribs and then quietly he moved to the waist. When she was finished, she came back to his front and started filling out more papers. Medical charts as he noted even with her tipping the board slightly toward herself. So that was what she was up to, a thorough check-up. He shook his head slightly knowing he couldn't talk with the muzzle upon him.

Kienna finally looked to her and ran a hand again through his hair once more and it felt like cat fur, soft and thick. "There now that wasn't so terrible was it? You haven't been fully broken Darkfire, and I hope they never do."

Vegeta looked to her quietly, his being called Darkfire was odd. Never did he want to change his name, and yet these people did for him, giving him another by which he would be known as for a while. He flexed his jaws in the muzzle and then quietly he realized the padding gave way a little to allow eating and drinking, but talking was still cut out. She ran a hand up along the muzzle and then did she show how pleased she was. "All in all Darkfire, you'd be a good show slave. Built very nicely, well proportioned. You'd just need to work on being handled and following commands. I'll tell Cirrento about that as well, he was always looking for a good quality show slave. His cart puller was one, until things happened to him and he went down."

So that was why the other was so well liked by his Master, the fact that the slave had been used in show made the value increase and the slave to aquire a better liking. The cost though was his wild spirit, or would it be? His Master was in charge here he knew and he hated every bit of it. His dark eyes lowered down and his head lightly rested a bit lower as well as he felt Kienna's hand upon the back of his neck. "Its okay boy, I can tell you're fairly new to slavery and it is harsh out there. Funny though how I can open up better to a slave than I can to another Free or Owner. Just seems like you slaves are better listeners and I know you aren't stupid. In fact, I like to think of a slave as highly intelligent, just wish the others could see it the way they used to before Syn came."

For the next couple hours, she talked with him still tied there, the muzzle not allowing him to talk back. He just stayed quietly, not having choice to move anyway as she continued with the name Darkfire for him. Then finally she took up a leash and a set of shackles and then bound Vegeta's hands behind his back, and clipped a longer leash to his collar. Placing the cover back upon his shoulders, she fastened it and then untied him the rest of the way, taking him down off the table and gave him another bowl of broth which he ate down like yesterday's lunch. When he was finished and had set the bowl down, she led him outside to the frigid winds of winter once more and then took off the padded muzzle. There she clipped the guylines to the harness and chained his hands to the cart shafts once more. Then she put a piece of paper in the back of his collar and tied the leash to the post before she went back insided for a moment.

When she came out, she held the steel meshed muzzle once more as she again replaced it upon his head. The tightness of it made his head spin with a headache and she finally unclipped the leash. "Now return to your Master at once, Darkfire. Move out."

He pulled out into the blinding white snow of winter and picked up to a light jog, once more being careful on the ice underfoot. Vegeta was just glad to be away from them as a few Free decided to try and cross in front of him. He stopped and waited in silence as they talked and then one spotted him and walked up to him. They checked out the harnessing and the muzzle as he stood there and waited for them to pass on.