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Speech Patterns-

"Beauty's in the eye of the beer holder."-Talking

'I work hard because millions on welfare depend on me'-Thinking

Some people are alive "only because" it's illegal to kill them-Quoting

~Don't take life too seriously, you won't get out alive~-Telepathy through a bond

"Earth is the insane asylum of the universe"-Saiyan word

[You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me]-Translation for Saiyan word

THE GENE POOL NEEDS A LITTLE CHLORINE-Emphasis

(You're mama's so old, she's in Jesus' yearbook)-Explanation of translation

(A/N: You're mama's so old, when God said "Let there be light", she hit the switch)-Author's note

The Raids

Celipa put her sons to bed. Turles and Kakarot, the 6-year-old identical twins, had beds that lay right next to each other. 7-year-old Radditz had one across the room. Their house was tiny, with a small kitchen and dining room, a medium-size living room, a narrow hallway which branched off into 3 rooms: Celipa and Bardock's room, Radditz, Kakarot, and Turles' room, and the bathroom.

"Otanjobi omedeto [Happy birthday]," she said, running her hand over Kakarot and Turles' hair. She had to be quiet. Ever since the Earth occupation, it was illegal to speak in Saiyan. It was deemed "treacherous" to the Earth.

Ever since coming under Earth's occupation, all the Saiyans' freedom had been curtailed. Their language had been taken away and replaced by Earth's language, so people never spoke Saiyan anymore, except in the home. All rights of free speech and press were taken away. Their houses could be searched at any minute for weapons that would "overthrow" the Earth's forces on Vegetasei. Just today, Kakarot and Turles' birthday had been interrupted by the inspectors barging in and searching. As they were law-abiding citizens, they had no such weapons. Those weapons were hard to come by, anyway. Everything, from heavy industry to toy manufacturing, was watched like a hawk by the Earth's government. Law-breaking was risky work, as the technological strength of the Earthlings—which far exceeded the Saiyans enemies, the Tuffles—could and was often used for punishment. Everyone knew that Earthlings made energy restraints that suppressed almost all your life force by the dozens. They also had things like shock prods and bang sticks, things that rarely killed but hurt as if a building had been dropped on you.

And though they hadn't had any weapons, it hadn't stopped the inspectors from carrying off the keys to their house and some money that had been left out.

It was a wonder there was still a king on the throne, even though he was merely a powerless figurehead.

But, despite all the Earthling indecencies, the Saiyans carried on with life as best they could. They thought similarly the German Jews during Nazi occupation, before Hitler's Final Solution. This was still Vegetasei, and they were still citizens of Vegetasei, and so they would obey all rules set down before them by the government of Vegetasei.

"Oyasumi nasai [Good night]," Kakarot whispered back, low enough for only her to hear. He was resounded with two other "Oyasumi nasai".

"Oyasumi nasai. Daisuki [I love you (Used for children and friends)]," Celipa said, and left the room, crossing the few feet to her room, and getting into bed.

"Oyasumi nasai. Aishiteru [I love you (Used for husband/wife)]," she said, climbing into bed.

Bardock grunted softly in return, which was his way of saying "I love you too".

Celipa's eye opened. She had heard something jingle outside the door. Hearing nothing, she closed her eye again.

There. She heard it again. She also heard a clicking sound, and the creak of the hinges on a door being slowly opened.

Her heart began to pound as her other eye opened with terror. She grabbed Bardock's arm with her hand and shook him.

"Bardock, sore wa nan desu ka [What is that]?"

"Nani [What]?" he asked groggily, half-opening her eyes.

The door creaked again. "Sore [That]," Celipa whispered.

The door stopped creaking, and then the loud, hollow "THUNK" of a footstep.

"Wakarimasen [I don't know]," Bardock said. He pushed back the covers and went for the closet. He took out and pulled on his armor, a flexible, everyday material call "armor" because it used to be the army uniform. Since Earthling occupation, the military had been discontinued, but ex-soldiers kept their armor.

"Chuui [Caution]," Celipa whispered, as Bardock slowly pushed open the door and stalked down the hallway.

Suddenly, Celipa heard glass break. Her face lit up in terror. "Kami-sama, iie [God Almighty, no!] She scrambled out of bed, throwing the covers aside. She went to the closet and pulled on her own armor. She was remembering the look on the inspector's face when he took the keys to their house. A look of scheming and malice.

She crossed the hallway and entered her sons' room.

"Radditz, Kakarot, Turles!" she sad in a loud, urging whisper.

They moaned and stirred, but their eyes remained shut.

"Hayaku, iko [Hurry, let's go]!" Celipa said, picking up Kakarot. He was the smallest and weakest among the three. She reached for Turles' hand, the boy coming around Kakarot's bed, which stood between him and Celipa. Radditz scrambled out of his own bed and got to her side.

"Mama, kore wa nan desu ka [Mama, what is that]?" Kakarot asked.

"Urasai [Be quiet]!" Celipa hissed. The four could hear the sounds of a fight coming from the living room.

"Wa Papa [Is Papa]…?" Radditz started.

"Papa gen'ki wa [Papa is fine]," Celipa whispered, even though she knew full well that he wasn't, and that they were all in terrible danger.

Anguished, she looked for a means of escape or concealment. But the empty room was devoid of hiding spaces. The other rooms would be the same, and the window was too small for even Kakarot to get through.

The sound of the fight began to get closer and louder. Kakarot clutched the collar of her armor tighter. Turles and Radditz edged in closer, the egotistic, false courage of children etched on their faces.

"Musuko [Sons]," she said.

She looked down at their faces, which were upturned to her own face. Ever since she was a little girl, before the occupation, she had dreamed of this. All she'd ever really wanted was a house, a husband, and a few children. A little-known fact about her as that she adored children, especially her own. Under both governments, Saiyans had been encouraged not to have familial ties, but Celipa was the exception. She loved her family. She could train like a fierce tiger with her competitive husband and then be gentle as a lamb when one of her babies had woken up at night, screaming from hunger or a bad dream.

"Daisuki. Wakarimasu ka [Do you understand]?"

"Hai [Yes]," they said, nodding.

Celipa nodded, accepting it. She gripped Turles' hand tighter, held Kakarot firmer against her chest, and inched closer to Radditz.

The door swung open. In the light from the hallway, they saw a burly man, obviously Earthling for his lack of a tail. He was over 6 feet tall, with a rough, unshaved face, and had an ignorant, malicious look about him.

"Ojama shimasu [I'm going to bother you by visiting]," he said in imperfect, patronizing Saiyan, grinning and showing yellow teeth.

Celipa didn't bat an eye. She just stared at him, glaring. "Shujin wa doku desu ka [Where is my husband]?" she asked acidly.

He spat on the floor. "Ikara [No matter]," he said, shrugging.

"Nani?" she practically screeched.

"Ikara," he repeated. Then he grinned and stepped forward, raising his hand. Four energy restraints were in his hand, four glowing, azure collars that brought weakness and fear to the Saiyans.

Celipa showed no fear, though she was trembling inside. She allowed the restraint to be snapped around her neck. It went on easily because of her short hair.

The man leaned down for Turles, but Celipa pulled her son behind her legs. Energy restraints were much too strong for children, even Saiyan children.

The man looked into her eyes with hatred. "Baka onna [Stupid woman]." He reared back his arm and backhanded her.

Her face turned with the blow. The restraint was already working. Normally, she wouldn't have felt such an amateur slap. Now, a ringing sensation shot through her screaming head. Still, she showed no outward sign of fear or pain.

The man snapped the energy restraints around Turles, Radditz, and Kakarot's necks. He glanced them over, then grabbed Celipa's wrist and tugged her forward.

"Iko," he said in his imperfect, patronizing Saiyan. She followed him, still holding Kakarot to her chest, still clutching Turles' hand, and Radditz grabbing the cloth of her armor.

The living room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Everything in it was broken or torn up. But Celipa only gave it a passing glance as she was led out the door.

The four of them were herded out into the street. 100 feet to the left stood Bardock, surrounded by Earthlings, the restraint glowing around his own neck.

A rough voice, not bothering to speak in Saiyan, commanded, "Stay in the street or we'll kill you."

And she was pushed forward.

"Bardock!" she yelled, running towards him. She reached him and, letting go of Turles' hand, wrapped her arm around her husband's neck.

He looked at her silently. In his eyes, she read his message.

"Don't be afraid. Even though this, probably, is the last we'll see of Vegetasei, don't be afraid. Show these Earthlings how tough we Saiyans are."

Other houses were being broken into, and other Saiyans were being dragged out, but Celipa and Bardock met this with dead, emotionless eyes. Only the boys showed any fear.

The family of 5 remained huddled together as their neighborhood was emptied out into the streets. And then, they were lost amid a sea of dark silhouettes, dotted with glowing energy restraints.

Well, that's chapter 1!

Yes, this story is going to replace 'Saiyan Slaves'. I've got too many ideas for that story that won't come together, so I'm going to rewrite everything. Jo Lynn, Willow, Calis, Shoshi Beri, Niori, and the others who wanted to be in my story will be here.

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