The Prison

[Celena]

Sage was surprised to discover that the half saiyan Juno had become a prisoner, unlike Xenia who failed to identify anything special about him. Every time she laid eyes on the boy she envisioned his episode with the blonde haired priest while they were in a cave on Kai Demolic’s island. He was nothing more than a drama queen.

“You lost?” asked Sage.

“Yeah,” replied Juno.

“Rhetorical questions don’t need answers,” said Xenia, with a irritated expression.

“I’ll bear that in mind.”

“How did you lose?” Sage enquired.

Xenia distanced herself from the two by walking over to the wall by the entrance of the living room and then rested her back against it, folded her arms while she closed her eyes.

“Don’t you want to know what happened to me?” Juno asked Xenia.

“I’m not interested.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” he replied in a stroppy tone, regardless, he was going to tell Sage. Meanwhile, the latest event Yuffith’s big brother had set the prisoners up with, entered her mind.

The prisoners had apparently been bad and as a result, had to serve detention inside a locked classroom. As if it were not bad enough that Xenia had received her first detention, as stupid as it seemed, the worst part was that she had been entrapped with a dialogically inept principle fit for supervising third year children. Prior to the prisoners having managed to work together to escape the room, she had envisioned a moment in her childhood as a student of the Saiyan Royal Academy. Unknown to her, Gamer had actually programmed her to revisit this past moment as part of his scheme to mentally break down the princess.

No matter the subject, Xenia always sat at the front of the class. It was her way of showing her teachers how serious she was towards her studies. Call it stereotypical but the bad bunch took places at the back of the class while the sheep of the class, also known as ‘the average kids’, sat in the middle.

In school, Xenia was a nerd. She was usually the first to finish her class work, usually got the most marks in maths, English and always got the highest marks in science, the important subjects, or in her opinion, the only subjects that mattered. She usually answered the majority of questions asked by teachers, and correctly, ninety six percent of the time, consistently to the point where teachers would at times intentionally turn a blind eye to her raised hand in order to give other pupils a chance. She always did her homework. Kids even asked her to do their homework and when she denied them (which she always did) they would offer her money, but as a princess who could have anything she wanted, their zeni was redundant.

The downside to being a nerd was that kids bullied you, but because she was the sister of one of the toughest girl in the school, kids only bullied her when Sage was not around. What was even better for these oppressors was the fact that because of Xenia’s huge pride, she never went to her sister for protection. The girl would come home after being beaten up and hide her bruises from Sage. The last thing she wanted her blue haired sibling to know was that she was incapable of defending herself, despite her parents failed attempts to toughen up the blonde.

“What is a cell?” asked Mrs Baroot, the key stage three science teacher. Hands flew up, mostly hands from the front of the class.

“Ooh ooh ooh,” one of them even eagerly uttered, almost falling out of his seat.

“Yes, Henru.”

He reformed back into his seat. “A structure made of different tissues that perform different roles in a plant or an animal.”

“Wrong.”

He sulked.

“Anyone else?”

Hands rose again. The teacher looked around the room, as usual there were no hands raised by kids at the back of the room. A boy was even asleep on his desk. After a few moments scanning the room she gave in. “Princess Xena,” she said in an unenthusiastic tone. Xenia did not like being referred to as a princess due to her support of equal rights, which contradicted to her rank in hierarchy. She did not deem it fair that she was the only one being referred to by a title, but there was an ancient policy that had been etched in stone since the reign of King Vegeta I, also known as Bejita Ou, which stated that a royal saiyan had to be referred to by their title at all times or else they would be imprisoned.

“A cell is a unit of life surrounded and encased by an outer membrane,” the princess answered.

“Excellent.” It was a cliché of a reply used in regards to Xenia’s answers.

The girl did not get enough time to soak in her excellence as she exclaimed an “ow’, from a pencil being flung at the back of her skull. Kids laughed while she turned her head towards the back of the room.

“Three o’clock,” came a masculine voice from the back of the room.

Without turning around, Xenia snickered. “You mean the voice came from outside the window to my left hand side?”

Kids laughed, even Misses Baroot, which angered the boy at the back of the room responsible for throwing the pencil. His name was Tegra but kids called him Jaws, not just because of his shark like teeth, but due to the fact that he actually looked like a shark. He was a big kid, thick bodied, just one of those kids you feared rather than respected. The thing about Jaws was that he was not just all bark; he was tough, so tough that even Sage would think twice before trying to mess with him. He was a very bad behaved kid. The only thing keeping Tegra from being expelled from the school was his grandfather, a former Saiyan general and an admirable figure unto the saiyan army.

Jaws lifted himself to his feet so forcefully that his desk jumped a few inches forward and then slid across the brown tiled classroom floor and into the back of a student’s chair.

“Run!” yelled a girl by Xenia’s left hand side as the hammer headed boy marched down the aisle, however the long haired blond wearing a red Alice band got up out of her seat and stood her ground while he towered over her, so big that he cast a shadow over her.

“What are you thinking Princess Xena?! You’re smarter than him!” exclaimed Misses Baroot.

Xenia may not have been tough from a physical standpoint, but she never ran from a confrontation. She could piss on herself if she wanted, but she would never run.

“Please go back to your seat,” said the royal hybrid.

“Make me,” laughed Jaws.

“Physically, that’s impossible, but I’m sure I can persuade you with gentle words.”

Jaws grabbed her by her white shirt causing her to tiptoe.

“I’m not much of a challenge for you, am I Jaws? In fact, I’m no challenge for you. Wouldn’t you prefer a fight worthwhile?”

Jaws thought about that for a moment.

“Don’t fall for it; she’s trying to con her way out of it!” yelled a scrawny, long nosed kid from the back of the class, Jaw’s right hand minion. Kids called him Weasel because he looked and acted like one. He was so weak even Xenia could beat him up, but he was very crafty and acted as Jaw’s advisor. Without him, the hammer head would just be a wild, destructive animal without a tamer. Weasel was smart, capable of answering questions correctly but chose not to in order to fit in with Jaws.

With a growl, he picked her off her feet, causing girls in the room to scream. “Here’s your three o’clock!” With just his right hand, he tossed her out of the window. Xenia landed on the grass with a thud, groaning due to the pain she felt from her back. “And stay out!” Jaws closed the window.

”Xena.”

Tap Tap Tap.

“You bully!” yelled Xenia, throwing her fist into Jaws nose. The girl collapsed to the floor, letting out a sheepish cry as her hands covered her nose.

A girl?

“Sage?”

“Now it’s time for the grand finale,” said Gamer, glancing at the spiky haired blonde from his CCTV screen. “Let’s see how well you handle this, Xena.”

“What the fuck?!” yelled Juno, kneeling by Sage’s left hand side, but she pushed him away, something that caused the half breeds mouth to open with shock.

“I’m…a bully?”

“Not you…” Xenia glanced to her left to see Jaws bearing his sharp teeth towards her sister.

Xenia always used words to try and worm her way of being beaten up by bullies but that was only because physically, she could not fight them off, but it was different now, she had the power.

“Jaws!” she exclaimed, throwing the same right handed fist forward. The big saiyan weaved to the left, causing the clenched fist to brush against the right hand side of his face.

“I’m not Jaws, I’m Juno!” the hammer headed saiyan exclaimed as Xenia leap backwards. She entered a fighting stance and then a clear aura burst around her.

“Stop!” yelled Yuffith.

“Bettra... Bettra, I’m doing this for you; for all of the kids in the class who’s ever been picked on by this big jerk.”

“Sister!!!” Sage screamed, getting herself between Xenia and Juno.

“Sister?”

Xenia watched as the bloody nosed girl in front of her burst into tears.

Sage.

Her aura faded.

“You’re bleeding?” the blonde said softly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” asked Juno.

What have I done?

Xenia put a hand on her head while she gazed blankly at the living room floor.

This… Something’s not right…

Her hand slid threw her hair.

“Xena!” Sage cried again.

Xenia made a break towards the entrance of the living room and rushed through the lobby. Once she was out of the building, she collapsed to her knees and pressed her hands on her head, sweat slowly sliding down her face.

Something’s not right.