Half-breed Revolution

Part 3

You're a WHAT?!?

Disclaimer: I don't own. I wish, but I don't. If I did, Gohan would not use Ginyu force poses as Saiyaman. They'd be Sailor Moon. (J/K! J/K! Don't hurt me! *dodges things thrown by angry DBZ fans* Really! I'm joking! Hey! Don't set that on fire! I LIKE that picture!)

Oh well! ENJOY!

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"Ananda! Wake up! We've got mail duty this month, remember? That's means we have to be at work early, remember?" Casey half-yelled in his "sister's" ear.

Indigo raised an eyebrow. "Casey, this is ANANDA you're talking to. She wouldn't remember her own name if we didn't remind her so damn much!"

Ananda groaned and opened her eyes, glaring at her friends. "You could be quieter, you know!" She snapped at the two. They laughed. "I was trying to sleep!"

"We have mail duty, goof!" The boy reminded the sixteen year old. Ananda groaned. She had totally forgotten, though that wasn't saying much. "That means we have to be there early!"

Slowly the teen rolled out of bed, crash landing on the floor of her room. Leecha, hearing the noise, ran in. Seeing his daughter in a heap on the floor, the Saiya-Jin cracked up laughing. "Dad!" Ananada whined. "It's not funny!"

"Ananda!" Leecha whined back in the same fashion, "It is too!" The teen made a face as the others began to laugh at her father's remark. They then left to get their breakfast, leaving her to dress in relative peace.

She sighed, pulling on her dull gray colored tunic and black pants, throwing her hair up just as all the sub-human people were forced to do. Except her father because they had yet to find a way to control his unruly hair. Without thinking, she threw the small communicator her father had given her when she was three about her neck and hid it inside her top. Shoes went on, though once they were out of sight of the town they wouldn't stay there, and her pocket knife was thrown into the small pouch at her waist.

Ananda stumbled into the small kitchen seeing the people she'd know since they'd shown up on the doorstep years ago and could almost call her parents. Her eyes narrowed. ~ Someday, Hitler, someday, I WILL destroy you. ~ she vowed seeing the work worn people. Her father was the exception. He was a Saiya-Jin and as such, he could take more abuse than the humans. Her friends parents, if nothing was done to make their lives easier, probably wouldn't live past sixty. Her grandma hadn't.

They left early, so they weren't late and to avoid the beating that would have come with it. What little grass was left was still dew covered, the sun not quite risen. It took several minuets to arrive at the warehouse that the mail was kept in. "You, brats, are taking the fourth route." The man snapped. "You'd better be on time. Or else." He threw them the tattered bags that held the mail and practically kicked them out of the dingy place. Indigo growled and Ananda let loose a few Saiya-Jin obscenities but the others were silent.

"We go by woods until we reach Tyre and follow the Hitler river until it hits the coast." Ananda directed. "No arguments. It's the fastest route and will leave us a bit of just in case time. It doesn't matter that it isn't scenic. We can go home the other way, if you really want."

"What if we went by the road to Damascus and went to the cost by the road from there?" Indigo asked. She had never been on the mail trip before. "Isn't that the fastest?"

"It IS faster." Casey agreed. "But if we go by that route, we'll get home to soon and they'll cut the time we have to deliver by. And then we'll have to really push it. If we take the other way, we don't have to worry about that."

"I see." Indigo said. "So we want the fastest slow way?"

"Pretty much." Diane nodded. "At least that's the idea."

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The woods were noisy but still very dark within the trees because the sun had yet to penetrate there. There would be a clearing ahead in which they would take a short breather and continue on to Tyre. It would take them about twenty eight days to complete the mail route including a forced pace home, which left three days to mess with. If they were held back in any of the towns, by weather or people, it would be used for that, but if nothing happened, they would camp out in that particular clearing for the rest of the time.

At the clearing, which was several hours from the slums, they grabbed a quick lunch and forced pace to Tyre, hitting that town before nightfall. As the plan said, the group followed the river to the coast and then went back to the clearing to relax for the other three days.

It was the first day there that their lives changed and the revolution had truly begun.

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"Wow." Indigo breathed leaning back. "I haven't relaxed in ages!"

"That's the point." Ananda looked up from the small cook fire the group had going. "They don't want us to relax so we can't think of revolting. How do you revolt when it's all you can do to stay awake?"

"Isn't that kind of…grim?" Diane asked softly. "I mean, we're not human, so why would we revolt against people that were?"

"Sub-human my ass." Ananda snorted. "I am no more sub-human than Hitler." The other three turned away. Anada had very odd views on matters such as this, like her father. No one was sure why, but she did. Ananda knew quite well that it was because her father wasn't from this planet, nor was she. She also knew that his ideas were because he had experienced freedom.

The Half-breed flopped back and watched the clouds. Her friends would never agree with her until she proved her point and that had almost no chance of happening. Unless some aliens came looking for her or her father showed up. And even then it wasn't likely. Her tail tightened around her waist as she thought of that. Who ever came after her would probably try to kill her. Just her luck.

"Hey! Look! Up there!" The group was startled from their reverie by Indigo's shout. The group looked up in surprise and gaped. There was an odd looking ship falling from the sky! It couldn't be from this planet, which didn't leave a lot of options.

"Woah!" Ananda grinned. Then frowned. If the ship continued to fall straight down… Her eyes followed it's path. "Shit! Clear out! It's going to land here!" The group dove for cover before the ship could even see them.

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"Bulma! We're going to crash!" Chichi yelled to the cockpit. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"I know, Chichi!" She snapped in reply. "SHUT UP!"

"Gomen, but I thought you were still trying to fix the GR." Chichi called, somewhat sheepish.

"Right, Accepted, for now, but only because we're landing. Sorta." The scientist agreed.

Gohan groaned and Krillian demanded to no one in particular, "Why is is that every time I travel in space I have trouble with the ship?"

"Could be you luck, cueball." Vegita snickered.

"I do have hair now, ya know!" Krillina replied, rather miffed. Juuchi chuckled helplessly in amusement. "It's not funny, dear!" Krillian sighed. The rest of the group burst into peals of laughter.

"Ship will land in five…four…" The mechanical voice of the computer rang out as the group jumped into their seats and strapped in. "Three…two…one…" The was a rather large bang and dust flew everywhere. Bulma groaned as a sickening crash let them know that they no longer had front landing gear.

Then all was still, not silent, but still. Krillian groaned and thumped his head down onto the armrest. Bulma simply sighed, Vegita was still snickering and Goku, unable to stand the grim nature of the room any longer piped up, "So, anyone got some duct tape?"

Chichi thumped his head with the frying pan causing him to yelp in pain. "Well," Bulma broke into the silent snickers of the group, "that's the best suggestion I've heard so far." And that's when something tapped on the hull.

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"Um…Now what?" Diane stared at the ship that had landed, though Ananda would have considered it a crash, and raised an eyebrow.

"What if it's some technology that the Aryans just came out with? We're screwed!" Leave it to Casey to think of the worst possible scenario.

"Well, let's knock and find out!" Ananda walked calmly to the ship and tapped several times on the hull. The other three gaped.

"Are you out of your little MIND?!" Diane yelled. "If those are Aryans, we're dead!"

"And if it's not, I can prove we aren't sub-human!" Ananda retorted with a snort.

"Cut the crap…" Casey trailed off as the door to the ship opened and six Aryans jumped out. "Oh shit…RUN!" They scattered and raced through the bushes, the Aryans giving chase. The only woman went after Indigo, the oldest man chasing Casey, the two boys heading off Diane and the other two going after Ananda.

Indigo halted when she didn't hear anyone behind her, resting agianst a tree and panting. A shadow fell over her. The girl gasped. The woman lifted her into the air and walked calmly back to the ship.

Diane ran slap-bang into the two chasing her. The boys gave a whoop of delight and drug her back to the ship as well.

Casey was running like a bat out of hell. The man chasing him wasn't there anymore, he hoped, but it appeared that wasn't to be. The man materilized in front of him, clamped his hand over the boy's mouth and flew back to the ship.

Ananda had taken to the trees, using her tail to help her keep her balance. The branched would hold her just fine. As an after thought she wound her tail about her waist. If the Aryans DID find her, that was the last thing she wanted them to see. "Got her, Tousan!" One of them yelled, grabbing her around the waist and pinning her arms to her sides.

"Good job, Gohan. Let's get back." The other man nodded, following the other teen.

All the groups met up outside the ship, their captives squirming to get free. Finally Ananda had enough. Gohan had clamped his hand over her mouth and it was now in reach of her sharp Saiya-Jin teeth. Without a second thought, she clamped down on his hand. Gohan gave a shriek, letting go of her only for the man that had been with him to grab her.

"Gah! Her teeth are sharp!" He hissed in pain. Blood puddled in his palm, but he paid in no mind. "So, who are you anyway?" HE asked the four.

"Bugger off, Aryan!" Casey snarled. The word caused obvious confusion.

"What is an Aryan?" A black haired woman asked, stepping out of the ship.

Diane nodded to the group. "They are, but you aren't. You hair is black."

"You'll have to explain a bit better." Another an stepped off the ship. He was a short noseless guy with black hair and eyes. "Actually, you can explain inside. The last thing we need is for someone to waltz in on this little fiasco."

The four were pushed up the ramp of the ship and into the common area that they all shared. There were two more women and another man inside, waiting patiently for the groups return. Ananda felt herself gaping at one of the woman. Her hair was blue! Not a dark almost black blue, but a bright ocean blue.

"I think we need to explain some things." The noseless guy said. "I'm Krillina, and these are my friends and wife. The blond lady is Juuchi-gou, but you may call her Juu-san. The guy holding the girl with brown hair is Goku-san, and the guy next to him is his son, Gohan. The sort guy, who is STILL taller than me, well, that's Vegita-san. The blue haired woman is Bulma-san and the black haired one with the long hair is Chichi-san. The one with the short black hair is Gohan's mate, Videl and the lillac top is Trunks. The one that looks like Goku is Goten, his second son."

"I'm Ananada, the brown haired one is Diane, the boy is Casey and the youngest is Indigo. Now what is going on? And what boy with purple hair? They're all blonde…" Ananda trailed off as she realized that everyone except Juuchi now had black hair and eyes instead of the Aryan traits.

"What the hell?" She whispered softly. "Saiya-Jin na Lemestu! Kay sont tira!" She had switched to Saiya-Go in her shock and how found herself pinned to the wall by the short man with the candle flame hair. Somewhere in her brain, the name Vegita registered.

"How do you know Saiya-Go, girl? Tell me before I kill you!"

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(A/N) Lookie! Update! The first in over a month on this story! ^_^; I really shouldn't do that. Well, no matter, it's updated now! While I'm on topic, on off, I want to thank the nice reviewers and everyone who read my story and didn't review. Though I would like to hear from you.

Review please! Flames are welcome. They will be used quite happily for s'mores unless I'm in a rather bad mood and throw them into your face with great joy. Till later, then!

Ja ne!

~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~