Imprisoned
After being booked into the Penitentiary, the Saiyan immediately took to the back corner, his gaze watching everyone and everything as it passed by the bars of his cell. When he was motioned to go to that of the cafeteria, he shook his head quietly. The guard that looked at him tilted his head as others jeered toward him. With one cold stare shot in their direction, the other inmates saw a fierce turn in the black eyes that put them in their place quickly. The warrior may be in a weakened condition, but he was not going to be the prey to a bunch of prisoners that didn't know his story. If anything he was showing that he was not going to be victimized by them.
The smaller captive merely released a deep breath as he leaned back in his corner and closed his eyes. Right now he was merely exhausted and while the others ate, he would sleep curled up upon the floor of his cell. It wasn't for a few hours that a guard came by with some food that the Saiyan woke with a start upon his presence. Scrambling to his feet, he immediately tucked his head down, his eyes lowered, but he remained in silent repose as the guard watched him. "Relax; you don't have to stand up for me right now. I am coming in though, you need food and you've not eaten since you came in here, possibly before that. Look at you, you're skin and bone, what did they do to you down there in that basement?"
Vegeta only shook his head; he knew the moment would come when they would ask such a thing. He sat down and then shrugged. "Anything they wanted. I'd been passed down from their Ancestor, Valk'nar Raven and have stayed in the family since."
The officer was the same that had arrested him and Vegeta knew this clearly. Jeremy looked upon the condition of the person beside him. "How long have you been down there?"
The Dark Prince could only shrug lightly. "I lost count of the days a long time ago. Last I knew this town wasn't so big. I was used as a field hand back then in those days for more of the heavy labor. Then when others started the move to free slaves, I was locked away and left, never to see day again. At least until you came. I owe you a lot for pulling me out of there, thank you."
The cop though looked at him and grinned nodding, placing the plate down. "I'll come back when you're done eating to pick up the tray, tomorrow though you go to court. Just be honest with them and things should turn out alright. Have you decided who you want for a Defense Lawyer?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No, to be honest, I don't want one. My story is too unbelievable even for them to know of. It's going to be quite a day and what I have to say will astound many but I have the proof to back it up. It is one thing that has never left my possession since I had obtained it, and I'm hoping that it will help, along with daily recorded journals. Speaking of which, I'll need to get the books out of the bookshelves in the Mansion, they contain very important information critical to the case. Evidence you may call it."
Jeremy tilted his head. "Books eh? Never thought of that; how many do you have for the set?"
The Saiyan shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. "Two full bookcases full perhaps? I don't know, but I do know that there is information in there that would prove my point."
Jeremy nodded and as the night passed, the Saiyan almost turned toward that of the wall and curled up, in the midst of the cell. Morning came and with it came a groggy awakening as the cell door was being opened up and his hands were bound in cuffs once more before headed for the courtroom. It was there that he pushed open the doors and then heard a silence fall in his appearance. This was it, the trial that would either set him free at long last, or keep him imprisoned. Nervousness befell Vegeta as he entered the room, and with a gentle nudge he started down the aisle.