5. Archive take-over
Yasai, the guards and Jagaime snickered. Normally prisoners were terrified and granted the girls had been that. Yet they regained composure and were as usual, perhaps a bit more, a pain in the ass. The official entered such a fit he suddenly dropped like a rock. Cardiac arrest. Stunned Sakura eyed over the desk. She had, had first aid class and a diploma and she actually should be...err...giving him CPR...as err...she made that promise...help all living...and he was kinda alive...err...
"Don't you dare Sakura! Stuff that promise in his arse. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be the substitute." Diana daftly pulled the chair back up and sat down, yanking Sakura beside her on the chair. The body behind them.
"But shouldn't I...he's...you know..." "Dead. Guard, blast him to be sure." The guard blinked. Huh? Okay. Hated that pig. And he blasted him. The right guard joined. Nothing remained. Sakura frowned...hmm... "Try and CPR that sis. NEXT." Sakura eyed the encrypted things on the pad. She couldn't read that shit. "Paper and pen!" A carrier scurried away and returned with the required. Brainwashed and not caring who bossed him about. The sisters eyed the teen before them. He eyed them stupidly.
"Low IQ..." Diana mused. "Name please."
"Takara." Sakura wrote it down in Standard English. "Age please."
"14." "Pretty young...hmm...still school going?" Diana asked while Sakura played for registrar. "What's school?"
"Hmm...Uneducated. Occupation?" "Um...sleeping?" Sakura glanced up at the red tufted toad look alike.
"What do you eat?" Sakura asked. "Flies."
"Perfect kitchen help, he won't eat veggie's and meat." Sakura mused. Diana agreed. The guards sorted the boy into the kitchen help aids. The day passed calmly.
From one row no sounds of elimination came. Rumour spread they should try and get in to the fourth row on the right. Yasai and Jagaime left them be to get some food and train. The carrier supplied the girls with food and water. The girls had invented an onsite system. Before them several rows of papers. The carrier walking on an off with new paper. Each stack, for an occupation. If indecisive, Diana asked Sakura. Both now were judge, jury and executioner. Yet, no one was executed... The guards changed after a while, in new shifts. None eyed them oddly. Having heard from the previous two the new regime. And liking it. There was no honour in killing commoners and weaklings at that. Being guard here meant you were being punished.
Late in the midday, the square silenced. Concentrated the sisters worked on. Only one person stalking up pulled the row apart. Speechless Diana eyed him. Sakura blissfully unaware wondered why Diana wasn't asking questions. Thinking she might have gone to the little girl's room she took over without ever looking from the paper.
"Name please." She asked. The only voice on the Square. The guards stood stiffly in attention, darting with their eyes to the girl. Official? MISS...hello??? LADY? WOMAN! Look up?
"Vegeta." A calm voice stated. "Nice name." She complimented.
"Thank you." he replied. Sakura decided she kinda liked this one, now where to put him. "Could I know you age, it's personal I know, but the papers..."
"54." "Ay...close call sir. They have a tight regime here, I could smuggle two years. That would make you an honourable 52." she noted it.
"That would be agreeable." she smiled bemused as she wrote it down. "Thank the gods you have intellect. I swear some are dropped at birth." "I can assure you, I was not."
"That's good to here, how a parent could be so careless is beyond me. Another personal question if you don't mind."
"Not at all." "Are you healthy? Can't cheat with that..." "As healthy as can be." she sighed relieved, and was audible enough to the Saiyan's around.
"Do you maybe have a wife, mate and or children in the lines? You can call her over and I can conveniently direct you in the general place. If processed already I can't help it. The neighbours are nasty."
"Is that so?" "Uh huh, very unsocial and on cooperative towards colleague."
"Indeed?" "Yes, no relatives?" "Err...no. My only child is not here."
"Only child? And no wife? I'm sorry for you." "Thank you." the voice responded bemused.
"No family..." she wrote down. "I wrote no family in case they go looking for him. For his protection, don't get it the wrong way. Lets see...name, age, family, health...I forgot..." from the corner of her eye she spotted Diana. And prodded her.
"What was the last again?" "Occupation, but I do know what he does...I think..." Diana stammered softly.
"Last question and you'll be on your way. May I know your occupation please?" "Certainly. King." Diana gasped as Sakura eyed the paper.
"King? Are you certain? You're not telling me things?" "I can assure you I am telling the truth." She frowned deep. "King it is...I wonder what they do to those people...taking away kingdoms and such...hmm...if I may be so bold...of what land?"
"Planet." "Wow, king of a whole planet? Must be hard sire." "It is, especially with the residence, their're restless and inventive."
"Must be tough...was it a pretty land?" "It is a pretty planet, some places warm but tolerable." "Tolerable? I wished they provided some shade here. Sat here all day. But I'm certain your not interested in all that your highness."
"On the contrary, it is very fascinating." she glanced up as the words, you're the first to use that words died on her lips. Before her in all glory stood the male of the coins.
"Um...um..." she turned different shades. White, red, pale...crimson. "That was a pleasant conversation." the king stated bemused. "Now what was all the commotion about?" Diana still had lost her tong. How could Sakura be so stupid!!! All that questions!
"Commotion sire?" Sakura asked innocently. "I heard the word from a messenger, that two slaves were taking over the sorting rows and continued with the work. Now I had to see that with my own eyes. And here I am, achieved along with the others." Sakura eyed the paper with Vegeta prone on it.
"Um...achieved sire? Papers can get lost...before achieved..." She stammered, glancing back up bold. The king eyed her blankly, then the paper and started laughing, holding his stomach in pain as he laughed and laughed.
"FATHER! YOU PROMISED A SPARRING!" A late teen stalked over and eyed his sobbing father disdain. "Your embarrassing yourself father!" bemused the king glanced at his son. A duplicate then the king started laughing again as he eyed the blank Diana. She flushed annoyed and peered at her hands. No tong lashing at the king. She scolded herself. He nearly fell. Without thinking Sakura jumped up and supported the heavy weight. Damn, he was heavy then he looked. Instantly she flushed under the strain. She couldn't hold him up!!! The prince eyed her cold.
"Oh woman do let him go, he has two feet!" Sakura didn't look up as she needed all breath and ounce of power in her small frame to push the king back up. Diana got pissed as he lashed her sister. HER sister, and he was bad mouthing his own father. A king no less! In public!
"Oh you, do hush! Show some respect towards your father!" stunned the prince eyed her. The king wailed louder again. Sakura whimpered as he leaned heavier down. Ah! The tower of Pizza was nothing compared to this. She wanted shade but not of a king!
"Diana!" she squeaked strained. "Coming!" Diana sung. Leaped off the stool and dragged it behind her around the table. The king hung hiccuping over Sakura, his hands dangling limply beside her hips. His torso looming ominously over her. Diana set the stool right.
"Sakura all check!" she informed. With a cry Sakura shoved the king off her and landed exhausted on the sandy ground before him as he flopped backwards into the stool. Panting as if she ran a marathon she glanced up as the prince glared at Diana.
"You have no right to shush me WOMAN." he shouted. "Oh yeah? I'm a teacher I can do anything. How old are you?"
"I? I am 16!" "Your younger, I rule. So shuddup, behave and be respectful to your father, the king." Diana announced. The king rubbed his tears away. Delightful.
"See that stamp on the table? The pretty red one with the small crown on it? Go stamp the other on the hand." The king ordered. Diana complied, kneeling beside the still tired Sakura and first stamped on her hand. Then deciding the crown was pretty she stamped her own. Then Sakura's forehead, and handed Sakura the handle who did it to her forehead. The king snickered again.
"One is enough and on the hand. Now the whole planet can see it. It's not washable." The girls blinked innocently. Eyeing their hand and the others face...err...They started giggling.
"See you that male there? He is nicer then the one you both gave a heart attack. I shall see you tomorrow." They still blinked innocently with big child like eyes. Sakura lifted a finger. Bemused the king eyed it.
"Yes?" "Sire? What does this stamp mean? It's pretty, but I don't know what it means..." "You now belong to the crown, and the crown means Me." both sisters nearly fainted. The king rose as the prince bucked.
"Those women are stupid! I don't want them in the palace!" "SHUSH, the woman was right! You're too cheeky! You wished a sparring, you shall have one!"
Yasai, the guards and Jagaime snickered. Normally prisoners were terrified and granted the girls had been that. Yet they regained composure and were as usual, perhaps a bit more, a pain in the ass. The official entered such a fit he suddenly dropped like a rock. Cardiac arrest. Stunned Sakura eyed over the desk. She had, had first aid class and a diploma and she actually should be...err...giving him CPR...as err...she made that promise...help all living...and he was kinda alive...err...
"Don't you dare Sakura! Stuff that promise in his arse. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be the substitute." Diana daftly pulled the chair back up and sat down, yanking Sakura beside her on the chair. The body behind them.
"But shouldn't I...he's...you know..." "Dead. Guard, blast him to be sure." The guard blinked. Huh? Okay. Hated that pig. And he blasted him. The right guard joined. Nothing remained. Sakura frowned...hmm... "Try and CPR that sis. NEXT." Sakura eyed the encrypted things on the pad. She couldn't read that shit. "Paper and pen!" A carrier scurried away and returned with the required. Brainwashed and not caring who bossed him about. The sisters eyed the teen before them. He eyed them stupidly.
"Low IQ..." Diana mused. "Name please."
"Takara." Sakura wrote it down in Standard English. "Age please."
"14." "Pretty young...hmm...still school going?" Diana asked while Sakura played for registrar. "What's school?"
"Hmm...Uneducated. Occupation?" "Um...sleeping?" Sakura glanced up at the red tufted toad look alike.
"What do you eat?" Sakura asked. "Flies."
"Perfect kitchen help, he won't eat veggie's and meat." Sakura mused. Diana agreed. The guards sorted the boy into the kitchen help aids. The day passed calmly.
From one row no sounds of elimination came. Rumour spread they should try and get in to the fourth row on the right. Yasai and Jagaime left them be to get some food and train. The carrier supplied the girls with food and water. The girls had invented an onsite system. Before them several rows of papers. The carrier walking on an off with new paper. Each stack, for an occupation. If indecisive, Diana asked Sakura. Both now were judge, jury and executioner. Yet, no one was executed... The guards changed after a while, in new shifts. None eyed them oddly. Having heard from the previous two the new regime. And liking it. There was no honour in killing commoners and weaklings at that. Being guard here meant you were being punished.
Late in the midday, the square silenced. Concentrated the sisters worked on. Only one person stalking up pulled the row apart. Speechless Diana eyed him. Sakura blissfully unaware wondered why Diana wasn't asking questions. Thinking she might have gone to the little girl's room she took over without ever looking from the paper.
"Name please." She asked. The only voice on the Square. The guards stood stiffly in attention, darting with their eyes to the girl. Official? MISS...hello??? LADY? WOMAN! Look up?
"Vegeta." A calm voice stated. "Nice name." She complimented.
"Thank you." he replied. Sakura decided she kinda liked this one, now where to put him. "Could I know you age, it's personal I know, but the papers..."
"54." "Ay...close call sir. They have a tight regime here, I could smuggle two years. That would make you an honourable 52." she noted it.
"That would be agreeable." she smiled bemused as she wrote it down. "Thank the gods you have intellect. I swear some are dropped at birth." "I can assure you, I was not."
"That's good to here, how a parent could be so careless is beyond me. Another personal question if you don't mind."
"Not at all." "Are you healthy? Can't cheat with that..." "As healthy as can be." she sighed relieved, and was audible enough to the Saiyan's around.
"Do you maybe have a wife, mate and or children in the lines? You can call her over and I can conveniently direct you in the general place. If processed already I can't help it. The neighbours are nasty."
"Is that so?" "Uh huh, very unsocial and on cooperative towards colleague."
"Indeed?" "Yes, no relatives?" "Err...no. My only child is not here."
"Only child? And no wife? I'm sorry for you." "Thank you." the voice responded bemused.
"No family..." she wrote down. "I wrote no family in case they go looking for him. For his protection, don't get it the wrong way. Lets see...name, age, family, health...I forgot..." from the corner of her eye she spotted Diana. And prodded her.
"What was the last again?" "Occupation, but I do know what he does...I think..." Diana stammered softly.
"Last question and you'll be on your way. May I know your occupation please?" "Certainly. King." Diana gasped as Sakura eyed the paper.
"King? Are you certain? You're not telling me things?" "I can assure you I am telling the truth." She frowned deep. "King it is...I wonder what they do to those people...taking away kingdoms and such...hmm...if I may be so bold...of what land?"
"Planet." "Wow, king of a whole planet? Must be hard sire." "It is, especially with the residence, their're restless and inventive."
"Must be tough...was it a pretty land?" "It is a pretty planet, some places warm but tolerable." "Tolerable? I wished they provided some shade here. Sat here all day. But I'm certain your not interested in all that your highness."
"On the contrary, it is very fascinating." she glanced up as the words, you're the first to use that words died on her lips. Before her in all glory stood the male of the coins.
"Um...um..." she turned different shades. White, red, pale...crimson. "That was a pleasant conversation." the king stated bemused. "Now what was all the commotion about?" Diana still had lost her tong. How could Sakura be so stupid!!! All that questions!
"Commotion sire?" Sakura asked innocently. "I heard the word from a messenger, that two slaves were taking over the sorting rows and continued with the work. Now I had to see that with my own eyes. And here I am, achieved along with the others." Sakura eyed the paper with Vegeta prone on it.
"Um...achieved sire? Papers can get lost...before achieved..." She stammered, glancing back up bold. The king eyed her blankly, then the paper and started laughing, holding his stomach in pain as he laughed and laughed.
"FATHER! YOU PROMISED A SPARRING!" A late teen stalked over and eyed his sobbing father disdain. "Your embarrassing yourself father!" bemused the king glanced at his son. A duplicate then the king started laughing again as he eyed the blank Diana. She flushed annoyed and peered at her hands. No tong lashing at the king. She scolded herself. He nearly fell. Without thinking Sakura jumped up and supported the heavy weight. Damn, he was heavy then he looked. Instantly she flushed under the strain. She couldn't hold him up!!! The prince eyed her cold.
"Oh woman do let him go, he has two feet!" Sakura didn't look up as she needed all breath and ounce of power in her small frame to push the king back up. Diana got pissed as he lashed her sister. HER sister, and he was bad mouthing his own father. A king no less! In public!
"Oh you, do hush! Show some respect towards your father!" stunned the prince eyed her. The king wailed louder again. Sakura whimpered as he leaned heavier down. Ah! The tower of Pizza was nothing compared to this. She wanted shade but not of a king!
"Diana!" she squeaked strained. "Coming!" Diana sung. Leaped off the stool and dragged it behind her around the table. The king hung hiccuping over Sakura, his hands dangling limply beside her hips. His torso looming ominously over her. Diana set the stool right.
"Sakura all check!" she informed. With a cry Sakura shoved the king off her and landed exhausted on the sandy ground before him as he flopped backwards into the stool. Panting as if she ran a marathon she glanced up as the prince glared at Diana.
"You have no right to shush me WOMAN." he shouted. "Oh yeah? I'm a teacher I can do anything. How old are you?"
"I? I am 16!" "Your younger, I rule. So shuddup, behave and be respectful to your father, the king." Diana announced. The king rubbed his tears away. Delightful.
"See that stamp on the table? The pretty red one with the small crown on it? Go stamp the other on the hand." The king ordered. Diana complied, kneeling beside the still tired Sakura and first stamped on her hand. Then deciding the crown was pretty she stamped her own. Then Sakura's forehead, and handed Sakura the handle who did it to her forehead. The king snickered again.
"One is enough and on the hand. Now the whole planet can see it. It's not washable." The girls blinked innocently. Eyeing their hand and the others face...err...They started giggling.
"See you that male there? He is nicer then the one you both gave a heart attack. I shall see you tomorrow." They still blinked innocently with big child like eyes. Sakura lifted a finger. Bemused the king eyed it.
"Yes?" "Sire? What does this stamp mean? It's pretty, but I don't know what it means..." "You now belong to the crown, and the crown means Me." both sisters nearly fainted. The king rose as the prince bucked.
"Those women are stupid! I don't want them in the palace!" "SHUSH, the woman was right! You're too cheeky! You wished a sparring, you shall have one!"