Note: For those who have been reading my stories, I would like to give you a thank you for your time that you take to read. It is valued more than you realize. Secondly, to my lone reviewer, I plan on keeping up the intensity. Thank you for your review. --SaiyanWarrior-Vegeta--
Chapter 10
Plans Emerge
As the Saiyan rose again, he found a small group of people there at the top of the stairs waiting for him to come up. However Vegeta knew that his guard must always be up, must always have a way to defend himself. His gaze was colder, mistrusting, penetrating and for once that mysterious gaze now settled in those ebony eyes. It seemed there was a different demeanor that came from the Dark Prince that was ruthlessly skilled, a warrior that would not be so easily tamed nor broken. This though was the new start of a different era and like the legendary phoenix, Vegeta would rise up from these ashes, with a plan that had to be carefully played out.
Upon a hand touching his shoulder, he spun around quickly and gave a light scoffing growl, and the person pulled back immediately. No more would he welcome a touch from a hand without first questioning it, no, he was going to be every bit as ruthless as the people had been to him. The dark fires smoldered in his gaze as the slave moved with intent toward the door when his Mistress called to him. Only a few weeks had passed from the dungeon and he'd healed save for his back, tangled with scars and now it was numbed from having his back torn off. As he moved toward that of Shahalla, the Saiyan could only kneel down, but his eyes did not lower to the floor, they stayed up and level.
Shahalla looked upon the slave, ignorantly blissful to what the Saiyan felt, but then the fact that he didn't talk much, nor did he show emotion that much let on his actual thoughts. Now in her eyes, he was back to being the obedient slave, unaware of how cautious, hateful, and enraged he'd become. "Vegeta, I would like to bestow upon you being the Prince of Alexandria."
Vegeta could only glare his disdain. Now they tried to take his title as well and place him with the city that had captured and tortured him? As much as he wanted to spit at her, run from this home, or even try to bring down this Empire, he could only do what was allowed. Yes, it began with learning their ways, living amongst them, taking up their habits, and getting to know the ways of their world would he ever hope to know how to either escape or defeat them. This was but a mere setback to what his true goals were, but for now, he had to abide and so with four words, he would step up to the next rank. "As you wish, Mistress."
After a few months, he was practically running the Castle, his intelligence would then bring forth what he had known all along and one day he found himself sitting in a tree when he was noticed by Xanatos and Kaoru. They both looked at him curiously as the Saiyan gazed out at the open land before him. Xanatos would be first to speak. "Vegeta, what are you doing? What's going on?"
Vegeta looked toward them and then stared back out at the landscape that stretched before him. "I think about Jronia. I have a fight there that has been hard, but needs to be finished and I think I have a plan. Don't ask what it is, I will not speak of it until it is needed. The fewer that know the plans the better. For now I need to think things through, get a better idea of what may work, contingency plans."
The company would leave as he leaned back against the tree and found his hand caressing lightly the collar on his throat. With a furrowed brow, he meditated, his mind focusing to such an intensity that it seemed he was lost in daydream. However his thoughts ran so very rampant through his mind that resident mind readers would only catch snippets and nothing more. The calm exterior of deep thought would suggest a warrior in the midst of battle, every sense keen to the environment around him. However a different look was coming to the Saiyan's black eyes. It was a burning fire for spirit, a thirst for blood, a hunger for battle, and the wisdom of how to control each in perfect tandem. However there was yet another change coming over the Saiyan Prince.
Those that did not know it would think him the same, but with each mental recollection of each battle won and lost, the warrior gained in experience and knowledge. He was starting to get to know how his enemy worked, how to lie quietly in wait, and at the perfect moment pounce on the chance for a clean and decisive battle that would show one thing. No matter how much torment they put the Saiyan through, he would not be broken, he would never be fully tamed. A flame licked in his soul as a warrior that would now choose the battles he fought and he would carefully choose them.
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Gerald leaned back against the cell wall as he heard the captive tell a part of the story. How could anyone go through that much torment and still come out unbroken? Now however, he looked at Jeremy who was at this point casually switching the tape in the recorder. A grumble from the stomach would indicate it was time for a meal, but then they looked to Vegeta. When was the last time he ate? Yet never did he once ask for food, water, nothing, he just simply spoke for what it was worth, and with brief rests, he wondered how the prisoner could even learn to trust after all that.
Jeremy looked to Vegeta and then to Gerald, then back to Vegeta again. "I'll be coming back with food, just hang tight Vegeta. Gerald, would you mind getting him a pillow at least? Vegeta's story is not even near finished, however he could use a brief break. Don't provoke him and you should be fine alone in here with him."
With that spoken, Jeremy left to get a meal for the three of them while Gerald looked at the Saiyan before him. "If this was just part of the story, then it's starting to make sense. Your being very observant, quiet, and a list of other things. But you can rest now right? I mean, your fight is over isn't it?"
Vegeta turned to the closed door and got up to stretch, walking to it and then looked out. Then quietly the Saiyan only shook his head. "No, I'm afraid it's just again picked up. Greed is a big factor in my use as a slave. I have come close several times to being freed, only for that to step in and before I knew it, I was the victim. They would put me to work, see how much money I gained them, and when they gained their financial freedom, I would be either sold or kicked to the curb to be snapped up by another that wished to have me as their's. No, my battle here, has only just begun once more."