Chapter 17

Captured

There was hardly a moment that Vegeta did not use to get to know his surroundings better, even as the huge Creature form he was in. The only thing that even really resembled him would be the black collar upon him. However, something more beckoned and this was a new land. His thoughts would cross to see what his own power would do. It was then that the Saiyan found Morkov, the hunter that had escaped. His eyes narrowed and the moment the bridle was removed by him, the Creature would not hesitate. The snapping of powerful jaws, the clamping of the sabers, the crunch of bone, would all mark the kill. His mouth would then be covered with the blood of his kill which ice white eyes would gleam with the hunger of the beast and the new power.

When Valknar came to try to contain the beast, the massive beast would only rise up on two and walked forth like that of a lycan, One powerful hand would come back and so hard was the blow that Valknar would be sent sliding to a stop a hundred feet away. Then without looking back, he would bolt away from the mansion. Hearing the thunder of hooves behind him, Vegeta wanted to laugh as he lunged forward and soon not only outpaced the others, he was gone from sight and not a single track had been left to follow.

Valknar was angered, not only that one of the most powerful creatures he'd known escaped his grasp in Ravenloft, but that he didn't know even what to call the beast. Going back inside the Castle, he would have to plan his recapture, and hopefully soon. After a week any could claim the beast Storming into the Castle in Markovia, he slammed a fist down that the he had been so careless on his containment of the slave.

Vegeta on the other hand had another agenda, to break the curse. His wanderings would then carry him deep into Ravenloft and in these lands and it was here he would come to two entities. One smiled as the beastial form reverted back to the Saiyan upon the setting sun of Ravenloft and approached.

"I am the Aspect of Luck. This is a fellow Aspect named Deceit. Together there are Nine, and you, I might say, are one of us now if you so choose." He gave no other name and so Vegeta backed a bit, wary, but knowing they may have the answers he needed desperately to break this curse.

"My name is Vegeta, and what do you mean I'm one of you?" Vegeta stated tersely.

"You are cursed with Wrath. There are Nine. Do you know of these Nine I speak of?" Luck again stated calmly as if talking to a long lost member of an exclusive club.

"No, enlighten me." Again the Saiyan spoke with intrigue and yet his reflexes were on a hair trigger, ready to spring into action at the first sign of ill intent or capture.

"We Nine are the deadly sins. Lust, Wrath, Pride, Sloth, Greed, Deceit, Envy, Luck, and Life. We have been trying to gather the Nine Sins together so that our might may be increased." It was spoken as if it were a great thing.

Vegeta though scoffed at it and took another couple steps back. "I do not wish to be part of that clan. I am a Saiyan, not a Sin."

"You were chosen to be one Vegeta, or should we call you brother, Wrath? What do you seek?" Luck would not move, but his hands would shuffle a deck of cards.

"A way to remove this curse." The Dark Prince replied with haste and a tinge of impatience.

"If you accept a curse, then does it not remove it? Think about it. If you accept this curse, you become more powerful, but more, it is no longer a curse. It is only a curse if it works against you is it not?" Luck now reasoned with the collared Saiyan.

Vegeta thought on this as he looked back toward the other. "What would happen if I did accept such a thing?

"You become the Aspect of Wrath. You would gain elemental control, not magics, but ability. You also become that much more powerful as you would gain strength off of those that got angry around you. You power would exponentially increase and you would be considered the most powerful of all Sins because all Sins lead to anger which is what you would control Wrath. Think of what you could do to those that would try to bring ill intent to you." The Aspect grinned as he finished speaking.

Vegeta pondered upon it as his gaze lowered momentarily. Then quietly he nodded, accepting the curse in hopes of breaking it. However something else happened when he chose to accept it. Suddenly endowed with being the Aspect of Wrath, there would come a burning in his veins as his body screamed with intense increase in strength and power. Ascending to the Super Saiyan level, he would look to what had been the golden aura, now blue in this state. It was odd, but at a time he needed all the strength he could get, it felt good. Turning from there, he would take light footed flight toward the Mists, only to find that when he passed through, he had controlled the very thing that everyone else had rendered impossible. The Mists became his now interdimensional means of travel.

Looking back briefly upon where he had come from, he would then set out in a silent run through the Southern Forest. Behind him, came Valknar once more. The slave growled and then dove into a sheltered cave. Valknar would pass him by as the Saiyan hid, only giving a light sigh of relief when his Master passed. However, now that he was back in Jronia, his collar was now giving that same warning that if he didn't get back on his Master's property that he would be held unconscious until his capture. He hated it with vile resentment, but he would have no choice but to return.

Coming back onto the property, Valknar stood waiting for his slave and the intent in his eyes were murderous. "Welcome back, slave. I hope you had fun on your run, because there is another thing that is happening. While you've been working in my home and fields, I have decided to take you to a camp."

Vegeta's gaze narrowed as he grit his teeth, but going to a camp? His Master never treated him with anything but scraps if he were doing well, but never took him on a recreational trip. It was suspicious, but in the moment he was about to back up, a leash was clipped to his collar. He felt the tug as he was pulled toward the waiting cart. In the back was a small cage in which he would be confined in.

The small pen he was kept in was too cramped to move or get comfortable in, instead shoved in and locked up with his knees under him, his back against the top, and his head ducked uncomfortably low. A crack of a whip was heard as he felt the cart move foward. Vegeta had no idea what his Master meant, but he knew that whatever came, it would not be pleasant.

Once they had arrived, two guards came forth and one injected him with a power shot that would drain the slave of any and all power he had. The other would take a prod and then shocked him along with the collar to make sure he was stunned enough to be moved inside. Laying limp in his cage, the Saiyan knew that he had arrived to a place that would have only cruel intention.