Chapter 8

Honor of a Slave

The Saiyan quietly moved toward that of the back of his room when he sat upon a bed and found himself being stared at by a single lens in the room. Noting this, he grew with curiosity, standing up and then neared this odd looking device. As he neared this, a cord came from the back, as if it were something to deliver some sort of power to it. Tapping it gently, the metal of it seemed to sound almost hollow, but looking at the lens, he shook his head and moved back down. Only one thing it could be, and that was surveillance. Giving a light sigh, he would go back to sit upon the lone bed once more, staring up at the ceiling. He had little else to do but to reflect and ponder about his past.

Officer Vanders could only grin as he watched the screen as Vegeta inspected it. The security officer there looked somewhat puzzled. "Seems our esteemed prisoner just figured out what was in his room. He knows its a camera now, perhaps not the name, but he knows what it means."

The security officer turned around. "What do you mean? From the looks of him, he needs to eat, he's never seen anything from this time era, and he seems a bit bored really."

Jeremy shook his head pointing out Vegeta working on the sit-ups with his feet lodged under the bed and the hands behind his head, rapidly trying to again build up strength. "It means he knows we're watching him. Do not think that this captive is stupid. I have seen very few with the quiet intelligence he has. The only ones that are like him are Master Tacticians. We may think we have him under control, but if he was to really show us what he's capable of, he would blow the proverbial roof off this place and stymie everyone in this building. I'm going to him, see if I can't get more of his story from him."

Gerald looked at him. "What story? He looks like he'd never seen the outside, let alone have a story to tell. What would it be about, staring at four blank walls? I mean he even looks different with that hair style. It stands straight up."

Jeremy clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned. "Of course he's different, in more ways than one. He's a Saiyan, perhaps the only of his kind. His story though would turn your stomach with the cruelties he's been through. The slave is more than he appears to be, but I don't think he would mind another, just move slow around him until he gets comfortable. When I found him, he was very skittish to the hand, beaten, starved, and who knows what else with all those medieval torture devices there were. Vegeta is not to be pushed, he's just now getting the confidence to tell me of his story because I'm listening. Something tells me that the warrior is wise and skilled beyond what we could ever fathom."

With that, the two moved down to the room as another security guard took up the duties of the camera. Officer Vanders would reach for the key, insert it to the lock, and unlock it. Then opening the door, he watched as Vegeta immediately jumped to his feet and backed against the wall, his gaze trained to the armed people in the room. Jeremy would look down at the guns upon their hips and grinned as he pulled out his gun and placed it on the chair, then sat upon the bed. Then Gerald would follow suit though he was very puzzled as to why. However it was soon realized when the Saiyan dropped his gaze and relaxed a bit. Then Officer Vanders put the tape recorder upon the table and then looked to Vegeta before he would back away and let it be inspected by the curious person.

Vegeta neared the table, picking it up, looking it over, turning it this way and that as he sized it up. However it was not the controller to his collar. Instead he again sized it up as more of a recording device. He looked over to Officer Vanders and his black eyes turned to Gerald before he spoke. "Okay so I'm to be watched, recorded, and also observed by this person? So much for the thought of working out a bit today. It seems you have other things in mind rather than just holding simple conversation."

Gerald was dumbfounded how quickly the prisoner before him sized up what was going on with him. However Jeremy nodded. "He's just curious Vegeta, perhaps another person to be a witness to your tale. It's a good story by the way, I want to hear more of it if you wouldn't mind obliging more of what happened. We left off when you were being trained to be a gladiator for your Owner and also that you had just killed a guard."

Vegeta furrowed a brow. "Stories are told to children when you tuck them into bed at night and the characters live happily ever after. Mine is not a story, it is more an autobiography, backed up by years of journaling and life experience. I am well aware to where I left off as well. However I would like to know who this other person is and what business they have with me. Trust is not to be taken lightly with me, I've been betrayed too many times to be fooled that easily."

Jeremy nodded. "Fair enough, This is Officer Mirano, Gerald is his first name. He's one of the people that sit behind the camera and watches you to make sure you behave."

Vegeta scoffed at the explanation, but said nothing more for a while before he would take a deep breath and sit back down within a corner. Looking up to the other in the room, he leaned his head back, the black collar showing, and then more scars shown where other collars have been used around his throat, cutting flesh perhaps for more control on an outburst of rage. Then hearing the clicking of the recorder, he looked at it momentarily, but his training soon took his attention off the tape recorder and was soon placed on the two Officers within his room. He would again begin to tell his story.

-------------Jronia-----------------

That night was passed in solitude for the warrior slave. He should have felt some sort of pride from his victory, but he had none, it was hollow, making him feel empty within. They had just forced him to kill his own wife for their entertainment. That night in silence and solitude, he wept their loss. The grieving though would not last long as a stick snapped under weight, quickly pushing into the forest deeper and deeper, he found himself chased, by what he didn't want to find out. Then another joined in on the hunt. He had no time to jump up into the trees, so instead he poured on the speed only to have to come to a dead halt at the sight of a woman in his path.

Looking this way and that, he found a narrow deer type path and took it, leaping through thorn bushes that would whip his flesh, tearing open skin when he came out again to a main path, to be again chased again. These people were no amateur hunters, they were doing this too strategically. His eyes narrowed as he again tried to gain speed, only then to be swept up in a snare and a steel cable net folded up around him. When they got to him, he looked again to the lady as she grinned. "I am Mistress Shahalla, Queen of Lust, hailing from the Egyptian City called Alexandria, and you are my new pleasure slave."

Vegeta growled viciously at the mere thought and struggled to get out. However the more he struggled the more bound up in the net he became. "I am not a pleasure slave! I refuse to be used as such! I will not have myself used for such a degrading thing as that!"

Shahalla only smiled and then wrapped a bubble around the slave she wanted making sure it was not able to be escaped. Vegeta would only struggle all the more when he realized he could not get out, and now his air was rapidly vanishing. Forcing himself to calm, he could feel the lightheadedness of lowered air supply. After about ten more minutes, he found every breath hard to take in, labored and heavy. His strength was leaving him and as he faded out, he would see that smile that let him know he was again a captive slave.

How long had be been out, hours, days, weeks perhaps? He woke up to find himself in a small, cramped cage, his body weak from the lack of air. Then hearing footsteps, he groggily looked toward the door where he watched his new Mistress come to the room and crouch down, turning off the electricity to the bars. Her voice was seductive, as a coy grin reached her red lips. "I get what I want slave, and I want you Vegeta."

Vegeta quietly gave a low groan of misery when she gripped his jaw firmly and spoke to him. "Pleasure me now slave, or I will make you wish you had. Now as your Mistress, I command it from you."

The slave would back up as far as he could and refuse again as she turned her magics upon him once more making him feel both intense desire and then extreme pain. By the time she was done and had left, Vegeta was left in the electrified cage again exhausted from his ordeal. After a long rest though, the warrior pulled out two metal shards. The first would fall onto the cage and grounded it while he then picked the lock safely as the warrior would then move through the hallways covertly trying to get information.

Overhearing orders for guards to patrol the city, the Saiyan would then head back toward that of the cage when he realized that she would be checking on him soon. He'd barely gotten back in and hidden his shards when she came to look at him again. A grin came to her features and then quietly he moved toward that of the back once more. When she opened the door she stood back. "Come out when you're ready. I have need of your services downstairs."

It wasn't until after she'd left that he came out of his cage and then warily headed for the stairs. Moving down them, she would summon him over and in her hand was yet another collar. The Saiyan backed up lightly but the guards would shove him forward and he would kneel cautiously before his Mistress. There Shahalla would then place on a thin diamond collar around his throat and locked it there. "There, now you have a pleasure collar on. Every time you do not heed my whim, that collar will give you such an intense desire, you'll be aching to rid yourself in a most uncomfortable fashion."

Vegeta glowered at his Mistress for it but the moment she waved her hand away, he would head to a distant corner and sit down in one that had nothing in it. It was here now that the Saiyan had to come to terms with a new Owner and the desires that would be wanted of him. However, the slave also knew that his honor, his pride would not allow himself to be used as such without fight. He just prayed that she would grow tired of him and forget about the new collar placed around his throat.