Jronia

Written by SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta

Author: Well back with yet another chapter. I know I jumped it in the story, but in the four months, Vegeta had been out delivering goods but is very closely watched. He has a set schedule that he must abide by. With being under such strict command, he is able to pull the cart without being bound to it.

Vegeta: Strict command, feh......

Author: Vegeta, you don't want to spoil it so, let's let them read and we'll work on yet another chapter. This is going to be one hell of a long story, but Kakarrot and the others may make an appearance, speaking of which, another surprise character is going to be coming in within the next few chapters. Drags Vegeta away now to go plot another chapter

Chapter 10

Silent Rage

"Well slave? Explain yourself, no I don't want to hear it. The note describes it well." Cirrento circled the slave before him like a piece of meat to be slaughtered. "I could shock you but you don't seem to learn from that. Same with the normal beatings. Using you for shows, that could be a possibility, but not right in the near future."

Vegeta only stood there listening, his eyes set straight ahead and the steel muzzle upon him had been tightened. It was piercing his thoughts but his eyes showed the rage he was feeling. The Saiyan waited in patient silence to find his foe's weakness, the tenseness of his Owner only showed the fear Cirrento had of him. Briefly under the steel straps, he smirked.

Cirrento looked at him and then quietly, he began to feel the warrior's sides down to the hips and that alerted Vegeta. His brow furrowed and his scowl returned to his face as he lifted his left foot unnoticed by the Master behind him and gave a sharp kick backward. Usually he didn't make such a low blow, and he'd get punished for it, but right now he relished in the pain his Master was feeling. Cirrento was doubled over behind him groaning in pain as Vegeta then took off out the door. He kept going too, not stopping for anyone or anything until a rope cinched around his foot and yanked him off his feet. When he looked back, the person who had tripped him up surprised him. It was Kienna, holding the rope.

Kienna looked at him. "Darkfire, you know you aren't supposed to be running rampant here. Besides, there's more protection against them at my place. That check-up was supposed to have been done when you first arrived, but don't worry about that now. Come on, let's get you warmed up."

The Dark Prince looked to her as she removed the rope from his feet and then he gave a bitter glare. He growled under the muzzle at the one who had humiliated him. He felt a leash clip to his collar and his hands bound behind his back then a tug to make him follow. Catching side glimpses he noted a familiar slave, the one that had talked with him in the Training Stables. He was finally able to get a look at the starved being before him and it sickened him. He soon found himself entering Kienna's office once more and he stood to the side in forced silence.

Kienna looked over and replaced the steel muzzle with the soft padded which he would better tolerate though still with hatred. She turned to him and then looked him in the eyes. "Look, you can hate me as much as you want, but without me, you'll be in for slaughter in a year tops. Tojar didn't break you as thoroughly as he had the others and that could be dangerous for you. Just remember, I'm a slave doctor, I only have a couple things to do and that's it. Those are checking weight and your wounds."

Vegeta eyed her suspiciously but he watched as she pulled out her chart again and a scale. "If you would step up, that would be good." Kienna said in a very medical way, detached and almost monotonous.

The Saiyan Prince didn't see why but he just stepped on it a touch of curiosity striking him as well. The weight read 145 pounds and he smirked. Then Kienna removed the muzzle from him and took a step back. "Will you allow me to tend your wounds at least?"

Rubbing his face to try and get rid of the feel, he nodded and then she neared him and removed the blue shirt over his head and began unwrapping his bandages from the lash wounds he had. They were beginning to heal nicely, though the deeper ones would leave scars. She looked at him then began to tend to them. "I don't know why you didn't break already under these lashes, they've ripped muscle. Well, Darkfire, you think you explain why you were out and about like that?"

Vegeta laughed a little. "I kicked Cirrento in the balls and ran, simple as that. Bastard should be grateful I didn't kill him. Maybe I'll go back and do just that in fact."

Kienna gripped his collar and held it. "No, Darkfire. Don't do that please. You said you were a Prince? Well I'm the Princess of Jronia. Those are my people and they weren't always like this. A shadow dragon caused all of this, one by the name of Syn. He's only turned the people, but I was away when he came."

The Saiyan Prince looked at her. "Its not my problem. I'm only on a path to escape, not solve a damn problem that I have no interest in. You're a Princess, try making him leave, rally your people against him."

The slave doctor shook her head. "We already tried. Its not possible anymore, they are his servants now. It became your problem the moment you were captured and brought here. Ever think along the lines that maybe you were captured for a reason? Maybe there's something larger here that only you can defeat. Darkfire, I wouldn't be telling you this if we had other options, but you are our last hope."

Vegeta looked to Kienna coldly as his hands were unbound. "I know why I was brought here. I wear the damn thing around my neck, and it reminds me every single day. This damn collar makes me a frickin' slave here in your city. You think I want to help a race that put that around my throat and treats me like an animal to command? Hell no, fight your own damn fights."

The woman shook her head and then turned and gripped her supplies. "Then maybe you are just like the others. I thought you were different Darkfire, but you have let me down."

Now the warrior Prince raged. "I let you down? What about me? I've brought your things to you upon whim through the winter when it was so cold outside the people had to dress warmly just to open the door and what was I wearing? A damn loose blue sleeveless shirt and froze my arse off just trying to fill orders for you damn people. So tell me again who let who down."

Kienna looked at him quietly, knowing Vegeta was right. Vegeta coldly backed up a bit. "What's more, you don't like hearing your damn slaves talk, so you had me muzzled. I'm a person too and I have my own Pride, which I have tolerated being cut down and humiliated thinking that if I knuckled down and worked, I would be seen as one of you, but you people only worked me more."

Vegeta turned with a deep scowl upon his face as Kienna whispered an apology. He stopped in his tracks, the only time he heard one of those was right before something harsh happened to him. Staying true to it, he found himself being shocked by his collar once more as he let out a scream. When she took her finger off she watched him fall to the floor. Kienna neared him then placed him inside a kennel cage in the corner. It looked like a dog pound kennel with chain link fencing surrounding the bars and she locked him in it.

Kienna looked at him with hurt in her eyes. "I ask you one time for help and you turn me down. I can't allow you to escape, not when so much depends on someone strong. I thought you would be him, but I was wrong. Maybe there is no hope left of going against this Shadow Dragon. Maybe I was wrong to put my hopes in a mere slave and maybe I should just give in to the darkness around me and become as uncaring as them."

The Saiyan scowled at being in a cage. "Well, I don't want to be here, and you're on a good roll to doing just that. Just leave me the hell alone and maybe we'd both be happier, Princess." He spat out the word like a venomous poison.

The Dark Prince rubbed at his throat trying to ease the pain from being shocked again as he gazed to the wall. His coal eyes danced in the silent fury of his imprisonment and the treatment he was receiving. He growled a little and his dark gaze watched Kienna go back to work and she began to fill out paperwork upon him. He sat down in a corner and leaned against the wall, knowing he could be in here for a while to come.