Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Roman Tragety ❯ Waiting for the pain ( Chapter 2 )

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A Roman Tragedy

She shifted in the saddle. Where was her father? She had been sitting at the path for what seemed like hours. Her home was so close to the city, she could see the candles being lit for the night. The sun was setting lower and lower in the sky. What if something had happened to him? Was he sprawled out in a ditch somewhere? Or was he just taken his sweet and precious time? She didn't know; she just wanted to see the new slave. Slaves fascinated her. They came in all sizes and shapes. The cultural difference was amazing to.

She sighed, where in Chaos's good earth was he?

He felt every pull, every jerk, and every stop. It was all torture; it pulled at his insides and threatened to rip him apart. Vegeta took another shallow breath. Damn this weak body, he cursed himself. How did he get into this situation? Taken by an old man to do his biddings. He was disgusted with himself. He was a warrior, not a slave. Damn his father for being so stubborn. Vegeta had warned his father, he had said the Romans had to many soldiers. He begged his father not to bring that damn horse into the city, but no. His father did not believe him. He was the last, they had slaughtered the rest. He was the last of his proud Greek race, and now he had to serve the Trojan pigs.

He hoped and prayed to the gods that he died on that carriage, but death never came. Just the scorching pain that came. He was not given the privilege of death. Damn this strong unbending body of mine, he cursed at himself.