Jronia

Written by: SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta

Vegeta: So who is the mystery guest going to be?

Author: Not now Vegeta, don't want to spoil it, and besides, you already know. Talk of a twist in the storyline though. There's a good chance that these readers love to be kept in suspense though while we work on the story.

Vegeta: This is going to be a long story, though very well thought out from what some reviewers are saying. Just can't believe you have me as a damn slave in here.

Author: You should know be by now Vegeta, nothing happens without reason. So to the readers, please sit down and have another chapter on us.

Chapter 11

In the Shadows

How much time had passed, he thought as he gazed out the window from his cage. Surely Cirrento would be wanting him back for the defiance he had shown wouldn't he? The Saiyan quietly sat back against the bars of his cage and pondered the depths of his mind, the deep untouched areas yet to be fazed by anything this place had. A challenge had been presented here with the mentioning of Syn and his brow furrowed all the more. If Syn had the ability to turn people for the evil, he would obviously have enough power in him to destroy this planet. As a smirk crossed his face, he looked up in time to see something he had not expected.

The door opened and a man came forth again. This man Vegeta knew and knew well, Tojar. He backed a bit and his coal eyes darkened with hatred and anger. Tojar looked at Kienna and nodded to her. "You have possession of a Saiyan in here? Cirrento wanted him sold to the next bidder if one should take interest in him. Also we have three more Saiyans."

Vegeta quirked a brow in silence, his coal eyes taking up immediate interest as to who these Saiyans could be. He thought he had been the last when his world was destroyed. In all his travels both on this planet and off, he had never crossed paths with another Saiyan. Three others were led in by a leash, their eyes lowered and dull. They had many scars that suggested they had fought hard to keep from being tamed and time had taken its cruel turn on them, ultimately breaking them in the end. It was a fate Vegeta would not want to succumb to in this place.

One of them looked over and nudged the other two, then the three of them knelt to him in silent respect to their Prince. Tojar looked back and then noticed Vegeta in the cage, his eyes still burning with hatred for what he was doing. Tojar looked to the three that knelt to their Prince and raised a brow. "So you have some influence with these Saiyans then don't you slave?"

The Dark Prince scowled. "I am their Prince and your actions will not go unnoticed Tojar. You have just pissed off perhaps a person who can rival this, Syn, in power and strength. This is not a battle anymore between you and me. This is war, between slave and Free, only the winner will be the only one standing when its done."

Even caged, the Saiyan Prince did not show sign of giving in. Tojar stopped talking when Vegeta had mentioned the name of the Shadow Dragon. He just foundered for a bit and then took out a muzzle and walked over to him. He reached through an opening in the back and then gripped the Saiyan's jaw and placed the contraption upon him and tightened it, effectively silencing the Warrior Prince.

Vegeta fought the muzzle trying to take it off of him again. He shook his head a bit then tried to get his fingers under it but it was no use. He looked to the other three and his scowl furrowed even deeper. His coal eyes showed a fire to them and Kienna looked at him then to the other three. She wondered if he really knew these other three and then looked to Tojar. "I wonder if we could use anything they converse about to study them a bit further. They do seem to have an hierarchy much like us. What do you say we remove Darkfire's muzzle and let them talk?"

Tojar looked at Kienna and shook his head. "You think that would be wise? I mean, if they talk revolting, these slaves could cause a lot of trouble."

Kienna rolled her eyes. "What are they going to do? Take us out and fire off a ki blast? Their abilities have been subdued, they can't use their energy to harm us and if they tried they wear shock collars. What harm could they do that we couldn't control? I say let them talk."

The Trainer looked at Vegeta and then gave a wary eye to him. "You try anything you damn monkey and I swear, I'll work you harder than you've ever been worked before in your life."

In silence, the Prince looked at Tojar and let his hatred be known plainly at the degradation he was receiving. He held still while the muzzle though was removed once more and then he quickly turned and pinned the hand to the bars. Tojar yanked at it trying to get his hand away from the Saiyan Warrior locked in the cage. It was only a reminder to the Trainer just how lethal this Saiyan still was. He knew that Vegeta would not have any remorse about killing him should he ever be free long enough to do just that. It shown plainly in the dark depths of the black eyes staring back at him in endless penetration.

Finally, Vegeta let him go and then scowled. This was still a matter of pride, dignity, and honor. He couldn't give them up, nor would he let them go without fight. There was little he could do and if he had held too long he knew he would receive the worst of it and he couldn't afford another shock. The Prince was still too weak from the last punishment he had received and the collar about his throat was only a reminder of that to him. He hated it, how he hated it with a passionate vengeance. However, it was not without its rewards as he grew stronger with each time he was subjected to such treatment.

The other three Saiyans were chained to secure places in the room and then Tojar and Kienna moved off to another room which made Vegeta wonder. All the same he looked to the other three Saiyans before him and his coal eyes went curious. "You three are Saiyans, I can tell. What are your original names?"

One looked up and a scar ran down the left side of his face, his hair spiked out three on one side and five on the other, but he looked up at Vegeta. "I am Burdock. These two are Tora and Fasha, my Prince."

Vegeta nodded quietly. "Any idea how many more of us survived the planet's destruction?"

Burdock again nodded. "Yes Sire, there are several others."

Vegeta looked down quietly then back up. "Are they all slaves?"

Tora quietly spoke up. "Yes Prince Vegeta, and one of them is one you wouldn't expect."

This caught the Saiyan Prince's attention and he looked at Tora. "Who is it?"

Fasha looked to the three of them and her voice was reedy and thin, raspy from recent torments but she was eager to answer the question all the same. "Your father, King Vegeta."

Shock took him over as he went silent. "You mean...?" He paused and choked back a sudden surge of vile and excitement. "How is he doing? Where is he?"

Burdock looked back at Vegeta. "Forget it my Prince, he's been changed. He's far too changed to bring back. He's not the person you knew back on Planet Vegeta. Best to forget that it was ever mentioned about him. He's turned mean, like one of them. Leave him buried in the past with the other shadows that have come and gone in our lives, he is no longer Saiyan at heart."

Vegeta looked at him. "He's my father, changed or not. My father would rather die than to be changed by one of these bastards. He's a true warrior and I refuse to believe otherwise until I see it for myself."

Fasha shook her head. "Syn turned him evil. He would recognize you, but he wouldn't care about you in the least. He has become one of them and because of that, he is due to be set free soon. You are now our leader and you must stand up for the Saiyan race now more than ever, before we all become crushed by the overwhelming torments of this place. We need you Prince Vegeta, we all do and not just Saiyans. The entire slave population needs a leader, one they can look to for strength and pride when things seem so dark and hopeless."

Vegeta looked to Fasha and then watched as she took a knee as he neared the bars. This female was one of his own kind, and now they had to stick together more then before. This was going to be the battle for their lives and of their lives. With Fasha's plea, the burden to stand up against the Free of Jronia settled upon his shoulders, though it could take much longer than expected. He clenched his fist around a bar and then his eyes grew cold and determined, the way a warrior would just before they accepted a dangerous mission. This fight was now his to shoulder and he looked the three of them in the eye. "Rest easy, I take up the fight no matter the cost to myself. I will free the slaves of this City, or die trying."

He knew as he said this that he was taking on a heavy burden for just one person, but he only shook his head. He looked to them. "There is one thing I must become before I can fully take on this fight."

The other three looked at him in grim question and waited to hear the answer as Vegeta made eye contact with them. Then he spoke up. "I must become a Super Saiyan."

Tora and Burdock were taken by surprise. Tora looked at Fasha who had by now closed her eyes in sheer exhaustion. "Sire, you mean...you mean to become...the Legendary Super Saiyan? Is that even possible?"

Little did they know that something else was also listening to their conversation. This one slipped back out through the shadows and a grin twisted across the face as he heard about their plans. "Oh yes, you will do just fine." He smirked and then disappeared before anyone knew he was there.