Jronia

Written By: SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta

Chapter 13

Castle Slave

As Tojar and Vegeta entered the stables again, Vegeta looked around at the familiar rows of cells before him. New slaves gave a submissive tuck of their head as they walked by. Then he seen one over on his right that still would not take the stance as had others. This person though didn't have the strong will that the Saiyan Prince did but the warrior knew what would happen in that arena. Tojar stopped right at stall 39 once more and he opened the door. "In you go, just like before. Get used to it, you'll be in here for a long time to come since I'm going to be working you, slave."

Quietly a light growl came to the Saiyan's throat. "My name is Vegeta. You will call me that."

Tojar locked the stall door and shook his head. "I'll call you whatever I see fit to call you and in that point of fact, you will be called Darkfire as Kienna named you. You will answer to that name until given a new one by another Owner. The other three will not be having such an easy time as you though so watch your manners or I may just sell you off to the highest bidder. You start on a team pull tomorrow so you had best put your energy in to that instead of fighting me. You can not win against me and you know that well."

Vegeta turned and leaned against the wall, his coal eyes burning with a silent rage that only seethed beneath the surface. Several other slaves looked at him in surprise that the two of them actually talked and an older one again spoke to him after Tojar closed the heavy wood door to the office. "I thought you would have been tamed already."

Crossing his arms, Vegeta scoffed. "Hell no, my fight has only begun. They will however pay for daring to humiliate me, the Prince of all Saiyans. They got in over their head when they started trying to make me do their whim."

It wasn't long before Tojar came back holding the harness to pull cart with. "Just remember Darkfire, you brought this on yourself when you started to act up."

Vegeta bit his tongue this time and looked the other way. Even pulling cart was better than having to stay in this stall that he was locked in. Perhaps he would learn to escape and then he would hide for a time to regain his energy. Though he would have to be careful to keep it tamped down. That alone would be hard to do with as much hatred and rage he had locked up inside himself. For now the pulling cart would have to do for releasing his pent up anger and yet the more he thought about it the more that plan would seem to work. Tojar was doing a good job keeping up the facade of treating him like any other slave and in that, the Prince dared to give a brief smirk as the trainer entered the stall and placed the harness upon his shoulders and tightened it around his chest.

Before too much time had passed, the trainer and Vegeta both walked out to the cart and one slave was already harnessed up to pull and now he moved beside the other and picked up the side cart shaft and placed his hand in front of the other's as he gripped the middle shaft seperating the two. Tojar sat up top on the seat and took up the whip and lashed it down upon the Saiyan's back first making sure he would start out first then laid it upon the other's. The one next to Vegeta looked over at the Prince with a tinge of fear in his eyes. With the scowl upon the warrior's face, he looked down right evil at this point and one to not be messed with too much.

Vegeta lunged into the harness and tested it and then shook his head then stopped dead in his tracks. Tojar grinned at the sight of this. Never had he seen a slave want to pull more than they had to and seeing it now he sat back and then grinned. "What's the matter Darkfire? Too light for you to pull right now? Thought you'd want the light load."

The Dark Prince looked back a bit and then growled a bit. "If you want me to pull damn it then make it something worth pulling. Its bad enough you treat me like a damn horse without the degradation of a light load to go with it."

Tojar nodded and then grinned. "You'll get the weight you want here soon enough, just start pulling and head to the Southwest. We'll need to go through the gate and then East from there. Move out."

Vegeta only shook his head and with a bit of a snarl, he began to pull in the direction desired. He looked over to his pulling partner and then raised a brow turning his head to the front again as he took on most of the weight. His head lightly tucked, not in a submissive manner but in a very proud fashion instead and that alone turned heads to him. The light clanking of the harness straps and chains drew attention to the team and some even stopped. One finally called out to Tojar and the trainer commanded a stop.

In silence he stopped and waited for the person to come closer to the cart. The man looked at the team and then stood beside the Saiyan. "Tojar, is this one up for sale yet? He looks to have a very presentable fashion to him and I have been looking for a quality slave to pull my carriage. I want one like this one, head in a natural tuck, strong, and very good at pulling cart."

Jumping down lightly off the cart, Tojar walked up beside Vegeta and nodded. "As a matter of fact he is for sale and he is very well suited for pulling not only a carriage, but also a heavy cart. He may not look like he can pull that heavy of a load, but he is very capable of it. Also he has a bit of a temper, a born fighter, so being a fighter slave may be in the books for him as well as show. Would you like to put him through the paces Sire?"

Karr looked at Vegeta and then gazed back at the carriage and nodded. The King circled about the team and then finally walked back to Tojar. "Unhitch him and put him through his paces, I want to see if he's gaited well or not."

Tojar nodded and then took of the lines hooking Vegeta to the cart and then unchained his hands. He clipped a leash to the collar and then led him away from the cart he had been pulling. All the while, the Prince of Saiyans scowled more as the trainer moved quickly at Vegeta and he immediately jerked back and then began to jog it lightly at the end of this long leash. Karr all the while was watching his every move intently.

In silence the Dark Prince moved in the circle doing a series of stops, runs, jogs, walks, and even more intricate steps. Quietly he hated the thought of being sold. They were putting a price upon him, his unmatched skill in battle, his very essence of being. What was this for? So they could use his strength and body for the tasks that they had in mind for him. It only angered him deeper inside but now, he was being looked at by someone with importance. The King of Jronia himself seemed impressed by his defiant and very proud way of carrying himself. This could help him in his plans in a major way if he played his cards right and he planned on doing just that too.

Karr motioned for the Saiyan to stop and when the Saiyan before him stopped, the King neared the Prince and began to check him over, tugging at the ears, eyes, prying the mouth open and then ran his hand along the fur of his tail. Karr raised a brow. "This slave has a tail. I thought originally that it was a belt, but it seems that he has the ability to wrap it about his waist so it doesn't get in the way. Did you make him wrap the tail like that?"

Tojar shook his head. "No Sire, he does that naturally. In fact I haven't even seen him with his tail unwrapped from his waist. He seems to have a strong muscle in it to allow him to keep it upon his waist like that at all times though. Darkfire, unwrap your tail and let us see if it is fully funtional."

Vegeta quirked a brow wondering why they were so interested in his tail. He didn't like the fact of them asking for him to remove it from a protected area either around his waist. However his brow furrowed ever so slightly and he loosened it from the snug grip it had upon his waist and let it slowly down, the tip curled in a way so as to prevent it from being kicked or stepped on. His tail had more nerves in it than a human did in their entire body and such a thing was to be well guarded to keep from harm. He had been in the process of trying to counter that measure, but was captured before he could fully desensitize it to harsh grabs.

Reaching out and taking his tail in hand, Karr looked it over and grinned then let it go. "Is that all you can do with it slave, just wrap it around your waist and let it down? I want to test it out, I want to know what you can do with that, if it could be of some use."

The Dark Prince gave a slight growl. "My tail is fully..."

Tojar clamped down on Vegeta's mouth before the Saiyan could finish his sentence and muzzled him. "Sorry about that Sire. It's like I said, he has a bit of a temper still and hasn't learned to keep his mouth shut."

Sternly, the Saiyan looked at Tojar and then growled as he lashed his tail like a whip and knocked the trainer back some feet and turned to face him. He let his tail wrap back around his waist and lock there so it couldn't be grabbed not caring if the King was there or not. Vegeta hated to be muzzled and the fact that he was again wearing one, put in him in a foul mood as he watched the trainer.

Karr looked at Tojar and then to Vegeta. "He does seem to have a mouth on him doesn't he? What was he before his capture to slavery?"

Both of them looked at each other, Vegeta though looked back to Karr first before the Trainer spoke. "He was and still is the Prince of Saiyans. They are of a warrior race and obviously they are very opinionated, spirited, and extremely proud. Nothing time in bondage can't tame down I'm sure though. He's still pretty fresh to the life as a slave right now."

Slowly Karr then looked to the Saiyan and then his eyes narrowed a bit then a grin curled his lips a bit. "Interesting indeed, he should suit well then at the Castle. Therefore he should already know the tasks that need to be done around Royalty and how they should act as well. Remove the muzzle and hitch him to my cart. I want the one pulling now, sold off. A set of prancing shoes though should be well suited for the slave if he's to pull my carriage. This Saiyan should be a very high stepping slave indeed with a stance like that."

Vegeta only shook his head and went to the waiting carriage and then leaned against it, his arms crossing after his muzzle was removed. It was no use talking to these Jronians it seemed and he wasn't even sure what these so called prancing shoes were. Tojar though came over to him and set a pair of shoes down beside him and then stood back. "Put them on Darkfire. You're going to be sold to the King himself and you will do as told."

In silence he picked up the shoes and looked at them. "You want me to wear these damn things? Are you out of your mind! There's spikes in here that would tear a foot to shreds. Hell no, I'm not going to be in that much pain just for your damn pleasures."

Tojar scowled and then took up the controller and then pressed the button upon it. The resulting shock caused the Saiyan Prince to jump and grip at his collar a bit and then growled when it stopped. Tojar looked to the Saiyan once more and then his eyes narrowed. "You know the type of pain that collar can inflict, now put on the prancing shoes or the voltage goes up."

Grudgingly, Vegeta pulled off his white boots and placed them hidden under the carriage seat and then took up the shoes. His brow furrowed deeply as he went to put them on and the spikes then embedded themselves in his feet as he stood up and kept a light step on them and the resulting pain caused him to step a bit higher. Growling a bit, he danced lightly from foot to foot wishing he had the ability to fly right then. He noticed the other two watching him as he tried to get used to the feel of the spikes in his feet.

Karr nodded lightly. "Hook him to the cart. How much is he to be sold for?"

Tojar looked at the Jronian King and without pause he answered. "He's not that valuable yet Sire, say about 400 gold pieces. He still has a lot of training to be done to him before he is fully capable as a slave here."

Slowly the King grinned. "I always did like a spirited slave anyway. They keep things entertaining around my castle and he will be no different. The only change I'll need with him is a secure place to lock him up at night and a chain to keep him in the same room as myself. He will be for my entertainment pleasures and work. When did this Saiyan have his last shot?"

Looking back over at Vegeta he only grinned. "Its been about a month, it needs to be updated otherwise you may have real trouble on your hands. Here's the controller for his collar. Whenever he acts up in an undesired fashion or you want to give him the shot, then just give him a high voltage jolt for about two minutes and then if he still acts up, give him another for one minute more. He'll be too weakened to fight then and yet still conscious."

Once more the King nodded and then handed him a small leather pouch containing the gold inside for payment. "Here's your pay and make sure he gets muzzled. Of course, with such pride in this slave, I'd love to humiliate him more." Tojar nodded and looked to Vegeta with a bit of an evil grin. "Yes Sire, as you wish."

Vegeta backed up a bit and then growled, his tail wrapping tighter about his waist. "Stay the hell away from me. I'm not going to be treated like a damn beast."

Karr grinned as well, giving the Saiyan Prince a look of sheer delight. "You don't have a choice, slave. When we get back, you will be branded as well to mark you a castle slave."

Before Vegeta could even begin to oppose the suggested humiliation, Tojar already had him muzzled. Shortly after he was put in place of the other slave pulling Karr's carriage. The degradation and the pain made the Saiyan Prince gain even more anger, closer to his snapping point of rage.

The Dark Prince glowered at them as he was made to pull towards the North end of the City, his coal eyes narrowed in bitter hatred. However, things were going just how he had wanted them to, though with much less dignity than he had planned. He was going to make himself known and how he was to do that, he had yet to figure out. Pulling the cart behind him soon had him lost in thought having the rumble of wheels to drown out the voices of those around him.