Post by Tenshu on May 26, 2013 5:03:35 GMT
“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.”
Abraham Lincoln
The gongs rang out through the city, as the saiyan envoy's flew over head. There were only three of them, though that was all that was necessary. Each saiyan was stronger than the average man, their muscles bulging from the tightly worn elastic armor that coveted their perfect figure. Their hair unkempt and wild as to portray their inner savage. It was unbelievably cold on this particular morning of extraction. The saiyan's seemed warm enough, wrapped in their royal embroidered capes of wool. Yet most of the slaves in the crowd hadn't a shirt to wear. If they were lucky enough to hide their shame behind a small cloth or the skin of an animal they were considered rich. Tido stood among them, his own body covered in the only pair of pants he had ever owned, and a bear pelt that covered half of his chest. He recalled giving the rest of the bear away to feed the hungry, and cloth the children whom needed it most. The conditions within Ghettien were getting worse every day. Less food was being shipped into the settlement, and was no doubt the doing of the endless appetite of the saiyan pigs who called themselves owners. The dogs in Rad city ate better than the common slave.
As the gongs rang for a final time the human's of the settlement gathered in the man courtyard. It spanned for several yards, and with every slave packed shoulder to shoulder would hold several thousand people. Children would be held on their parents weakened shoulders to prevent them from being lost in the sea of lost souls, and from the very center a spire could be seen. These were the lucky ones, they said only those whom could see the spire were free from oppression, though free was hardly a term the human's liked to use. The saiyan's still rationed food, and came to claim any human they wanted. It was this level of poverty that was the best a human could hope for. At least here you were not yet a slave, bound to a master and tortured through labor and psychological torment. The spire was made of what little was left of the former West city. The buildings had been reduced to rubble, and the surviving stones and metals served as support for the tower, where the three saiyans would finally land. It wasn't as particularly tall as it was daunting. The SE emblem painted over it was demoralizing even for the most optimistic human's.
"Tido!"
The muscle bound man turned to find one of the local children making a run for him. The small gap allowed her to maneuver around legs and through the crowd to his arms. Leaping into the air and lunging at the man he was quick to catch the girl, twirling her for a moment and then holding her upright at chest level, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. It was Lily one of the children that Tido often came and read to on days he had the time. Without schooling the settlement had to rely on the knowledge of the eldest among them, which wasn't much. It had been nearly four generations since the saiyan take over, and reading or writing was far from common. Tido however knew it well. The hermit had taught him all of these and more, and he in return passed it on to the children, knowing they would absorb it well. Lily was his favorite, she was so full of spirit. At only eight years old she was already dreaming about the future. Her ignorant optimism was brightening in such a gloomy place. She told him often of her plans to become a doctor, a medical professional so great that the saiyans would hire her to help them, and from there she would give all of her money to her much needing family. A noble goal but Saiyans had little need for doctors, as far as Tido could see they were never injured, the warriors were more than a little powerful, and never once had tido seen their armor even buffed.
The saiyans landed on their perch and began talking among themselves, obviously stalling the message they had prepared. Tido held on tightly to Lily, every month when these monsters arrived he had the same worry that her body would be noticed, and that she would be taken away to a mine where her small fingers could reach for diamonds, or a house of horrors where her small frame would be subject to the perverted mind of a saiyan elite. The thought of it happening to anyone was enough to make his stomach churn, his chest burning with untapped rage. There was nothing he could do. He was in no way strong enough to do anything about this, the hermit had told him so on more than one occasion. He had said that there was a time and place for everything and that now was neither the time nor place for action.
"How is my favorite little girl today"
He said with a false smile. There was no need to frighten the girl. She needn't know how dire the situation was, or what she could possibly face. Her smile however was most genuine as she looked up from his pelt covered chest and returned the facial glance, one of her teeth missing proudly.
"Tido I lost a tooth! Just five more and thats all of them"
With a chuckle he set her down, and not a moment too soon, while their innocent charade was being played, the saiyans atop the spire had finished their conversation, and were preparing to speak. Tido put one finger to the girls lips and immediately she knew the drill, any noise or movement would draw attention to them, and this would make them susceptible to the abduction.
"Good Evening"
The one in the middle spewed, the crowd remaining silent, not daring to return the gesture.
"Today as you well know is the first of the month"
As if taunting them he continued slowly, the words falling from his lips with sick pleasure. His hair was all but removed, leaving a small crescent over the back. This was the famed General Broc. The man was more than capable when it came to fighting like any other saiyan, but this one had the specific job of running the abductions. Any saiyan would do, but Broc was specifically cruel, looking for the most vulnerable to ensure that spirits were never very high. His dark saiyan armor gleamed in the nearly full moonlight. That was the hardest part of the abduction, in just a few days the creatures would transform, and any hope they had of rescuing their lost would be gone, as if the opportunity ever actually presented itself.
"Things will be a little different today. The king would like to inform you of...a policy change"
Tido's heart nearly tore from his chest. The abduction was the same every month. Twelve people were chosen by the saiyans to be taken into the markets of Rad city. It had been that way for decades. His grip on Lily's arm grew tighter as the Saiyan continued, his cruel tone almost unbearable for the audience to stand. Their fate sealed in his words.
"Due to a lack of proper work ethic, we will now be taking all of the children under the age of six in order to breed them to be proper slaves. Their parents obviously aren't doing a good job. Today we will start with the six year olds. Next month five, and so on until all the children have been extracted, that of course is in addition to our usual dozen"
It was unthinkable. Usually children under six were exempt from the abduction due to their small stature. The sounds of mothers crying could be heard, as if a wave of pure terror had been struck in them. The possibility of losing their children was hard enough, however now it was an inevitability. He looked around the crowd, seeing worried mothers holding their children tightly, and the dutiful fathers holding their wives, holding in their own temptation to cry or lose grip. They couldn't show weakness, not in the face of such dire consequences. Tido's eyes widened as the situation became more real than he would have ever believed it to be. Like a nightmare from above the saiyans began dropping from the spire, their scouters leading them immediately to the needed targets. The two saiyans whom had accompanied broc did the dirty work. Grabbing and ripping young children from their parents. The air escaped his lungs and before him stood a crowd of screaming hopeless slaves.
"No"
He whispered, his body wanting to act, but his mind to gripped by fear and frustration to act. As the children were abducted quickly and returned to the top of the spire it became clear that Tido could do little to save them. From the spire they were abducted, light seemingly peering from the heavens and drawing them up into the darkness of the night. It was in that moment that Tido noticed it, he looked down to find that Lily had disappeared, her small agile body sifting through people and towards one of the saiyan creeps as they were grappling for yet another young child. Throwing her arms up and punching into his armor in a futile manner the eight year old scolded the saiyan.
"Put him down, he belongs to his mama!"
She yelled, only to have the saiyan turn his attention to her, dropping the small child to the ground giving him the opportunity to scurry away. The meaty hands of the ape grabbed hold of the small girl by the arm.
"I would bid on you pretty one, you will make a man very happy"
He had no time to think. The world around him was coming to a screeching halt yet society continued to flow as it normally would. Some human's surrendering their children to spare their life and avoid injury, and others swearing to give their lives to protect their young, something many of them would have to do. His anger welled before finally he could no longer suppress the burning rage within him. When the saiyan made his move to hold the small girl, Tido lost all of his cognitive reality, his mind telling him to move, and forcing his muscles to dash forward, knocking people down as he ran. The saiyan had only barely looked up when the sight of the human's heal immediately making contact with the saiyan's jaw became all too real. His hand lost grip of Lily, allowing her to fall to the hard ground below.
"Run!"
Looking up she saw it, Tido was not merely standing their ready for a brawl, there was a light about him, a bright energy coursing through his veins. His eyes were thin as the Ki reserves in his body began to charge, and the saiyan stumbled back to his feet. This was a fat one, his belly pouring over the side of his armor revealing a small path of skin. Not wasting another moment the brute lunged forward, only to be side stepped and countered with a swift fist into his unprotected gullet. Lily nodded and picked up her feet, finally realizing that she was in over her head. The saiyan turned, having drawn the attention of his thinner counterpart whom was just a few feet away in the crowd. Jumping over the crowd to engage the insubordinate Human he would find engaging him all to difficult as Tido grabbed the thick of the fallen saiyan's ankle, and swung him forward towards his oncoming partner. The collision would have been comical in less dire circumstances, but as it stood no one was laughing, especially not the saiyans. Human's began to run about, trying to exit the courtyard and return to their homes. A feeble attempt to hide their children which would ultimately fail.
Broc watched from above, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he watched the combat from below. This human was making quite the show, and proving what Broc had been saying all along. He knew that the human's were not such simple pawns, yet years of ignorant obedience had proven that statement false. Now the face of true rebellion was showing. This man was always there. He had never missed a day in the abductions, yet Broc had never once noticed him. His ability to stay incognito was impeccable, and only now that the civilization was struck with such heart ache did he appear. Broc watched as the man fought, for he did so gracefully.
Both saiyans stood, and readied for attack, using their incredible speed they dashed to either side of Tido, who had already taken his fighting stance. One leg forward, the other leaned back in preparation to counter. One arm forward, and the other close to his chest. The style of the Turtle Hermit. As the two saiyan's made their forward attack, Tido found himself diving between the two of them, narrowly avoiding two well aimed fists, and allowing them to collide into their partners face. The saiyans stumbled back, their pride injured. Looking at each other, tears welling in their eyes from their facial collision, they knew that only one thing was going to be able to prove their dominance, and with a nasty grin, they each held up their hands, a similar red aura forming under each one, and congregating into a mass above their palm.
"Any last words punk"
The fatter of the two yelled, the few humans that remained watching in awe. Much like a train wreck they knew the outcome would be poor, but had to watch in the hopes that it would turn in their favor. Tido bowed his head, staring to the ground. He had been given specific orders not to engage, or reveal this technique, yet he knew within his heart that he had to. It was the right time whether the Hermit thought so or not. His body already crouched, Tido cupped his hands to the right of his thighs as he spoke. His hair had fallen over his face, sweat pouring down his face as the extraneous fighting had gotten to him. Yet as his aura charged his hair began to rise. A blue orb forming in the palms of his hands as his voice echoed through the courtyard.
"Ka....me.....ha....me"
The saiyans were obviously confused at first. Unaware that the man was charging the infamous attack of the hermit school, yet as the orb finally became visible his intentions were made clear. Brock from above his perch watched. His smile widening as the identity of the human became clear. This was a man in connection with the remnants of the old world. This man, whether he was the instructor or just one of the students, this was a step in the right direction. Broc knew what was to come and yet still would not step in. His hair stood on end excited to watch the outcome as he knew it to occur. Yet something caught his eye, and he was forced to take way, disappearing from the spire in the final seconds of the fight. As the two saiyans launched their red orbs simultaniously Tido released his rage, and fear, and honor all in one bright strike.
"HA!"
The blast immediately engulfed the two saiyans in a light more powerful than they had ever anticipated. The best Tido had to offer had just been thrust towards them, and both were swept from their feet and pushed in an upward arc over the walls of the grounds and into the living district. Their weakened states would no doubt lead to their death as the human's in that area became aware of their arrival. Yet the weakened Tido had only one thing on his mind. His chest heaved for more air as he looked frantically around the courtyard, his eyes scanning for Lily.
"Looking for her?"
His ears did not deceive him. The evil general held her by one dangling arm, his laughter nearly as loud as her screams of fear as he held her over the tower. Tido wanted to yell out something brave like let her go, or you'll be sorry. But he was too weak, and Broc knew it. The wave had taken every ounce of his energy and now Tidus was but a weakened shell of the man who could have done anything about it.
"See you next month Tido, and I suggest you prepare. I will be ready for you"
Without another word the beam of light came down, extracting both the balding saiyan, and the little girl Tido so loved. As they began to disappear the man dropped to his knee's. He had failed to defend the girl he had given up his secrecy for. His body ached from the combat, and his muscled shook with tension as he tried not to cringe. Yet tears began to stream down his face. Even with all of his effort he had been unsuccessful. It was all he could do not to break down entirely, but as their hero sobbed on the ground, the human's were doing something else. They were surrounding him. Then men had all gathered after hiding and securing their families. Having seen Tido's defense on their behalf they were both stunned, and impressed. Most of all however they had hope. Hope that the saiyans would not forever own their souls, and that they may yet rise up. One took a step forward, placing his hand on Tido's shoulder and helping him up. No words needed to be spoken, Tido came to understand what they were thinking. The determined look in their eyes said it all.
"They will not have our spirit any longer. Today we fight back."
He growled looking up towards the sky that had taken their children, and countless others before them. The saiyans would own this day, but not another after it. They had a month to train and prepare for the next abduction, and they would be ready.
For Lily
Abraham Lincoln
The gongs rang out through the city, as the saiyan envoy's flew over head. There were only three of them, though that was all that was necessary. Each saiyan was stronger than the average man, their muscles bulging from the tightly worn elastic armor that coveted their perfect figure. Their hair unkempt and wild as to portray their inner savage. It was unbelievably cold on this particular morning of extraction. The saiyan's seemed warm enough, wrapped in their royal embroidered capes of wool. Yet most of the slaves in the crowd hadn't a shirt to wear. If they were lucky enough to hide their shame behind a small cloth or the skin of an animal they were considered rich. Tido stood among them, his own body covered in the only pair of pants he had ever owned, and a bear pelt that covered half of his chest. He recalled giving the rest of the bear away to feed the hungry, and cloth the children whom needed it most. The conditions within Ghettien were getting worse every day. Less food was being shipped into the settlement, and was no doubt the doing of the endless appetite of the saiyan pigs who called themselves owners. The dogs in Rad city ate better than the common slave.
As the gongs rang for a final time the human's of the settlement gathered in the man courtyard. It spanned for several yards, and with every slave packed shoulder to shoulder would hold several thousand people. Children would be held on their parents weakened shoulders to prevent them from being lost in the sea of lost souls, and from the very center a spire could be seen. These were the lucky ones, they said only those whom could see the spire were free from oppression, though free was hardly a term the human's liked to use. The saiyan's still rationed food, and came to claim any human they wanted. It was this level of poverty that was the best a human could hope for. At least here you were not yet a slave, bound to a master and tortured through labor and psychological torment. The spire was made of what little was left of the former West city. The buildings had been reduced to rubble, and the surviving stones and metals served as support for the tower, where the three saiyans would finally land. It wasn't as particularly tall as it was daunting. The SE emblem painted over it was demoralizing even for the most optimistic human's.
"Tido!"
The muscle bound man turned to find one of the local children making a run for him. The small gap allowed her to maneuver around legs and through the crowd to his arms. Leaping into the air and lunging at the man he was quick to catch the girl, twirling her for a moment and then holding her upright at chest level, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. It was Lily one of the children that Tido often came and read to on days he had the time. Without schooling the settlement had to rely on the knowledge of the eldest among them, which wasn't much. It had been nearly four generations since the saiyan take over, and reading or writing was far from common. Tido however knew it well. The hermit had taught him all of these and more, and he in return passed it on to the children, knowing they would absorb it well. Lily was his favorite, she was so full of spirit. At only eight years old she was already dreaming about the future. Her ignorant optimism was brightening in such a gloomy place. She told him often of her plans to become a doctor, a medical professional so great that the saiyans would hire her to help them, and from there she would give all of her money to her much needing family. A noble goal but Saiyans had little need for doctors, as far as Tido could see they were never injured, the warriors were more than a little powerful, and never once had tido seen their armor even buffed.
The saiyans landed on their perch and began talking among themselves, obviously stalling the message they had prepared. Tido held on tightly to Lily, every month when these monsters arrived he had the same worry that her body would be noticed, and that she would be taken away to a mine where her small fingers could reach for diamonds, or a house of horrors where her small frame would be subject to the perverted mind of a saiyan elite. The thought of it happening to anyone was enough to make his stomach churn, his chest burning with untapped rage. There was nothing he could do. He was in no way strong enough to do anything about this, the hermit had told him so on more than one occasion. He had said that there was a time and place for everything and that now was neither the time nor place for action.
"How is my favorite little girl today"
He said with a false smile. There was no need to frighten the girl. She needn't know how dire the situation was, or what she could possibly face. Her smile however was most genuine as she looked up from his pelt covered chest and returned the facial glance, one of her teeth missing proudly.
"Tido I lost a tooth! Just five more and thats all of them"
With a chuckle he set her down, and not a moment too soon, while their innocent charade was being played, the saiyans atop the spire had finished their conversation, and were preparing to speak. Tido put one finger to the girls lips and immediately she knew the drill, any noise or movement would draw attention to them, and this would make them susceptible to the abduction.
"Good Evening"
The one in the middle spewed, the crowd remaining silent, not daring to return the gesture.
"Today as you well know is the first of the month"
As if taunting them he continued slowly, the words falling from his lips with sick pleasure. His hair was all but removed, leaving a small crescent over the back. This was the famed General Broc. The man was more than capable when it came to fighting like any other saiyan, but this one had the specific job of running the abductions. Any saiyan would do, but Broc was specifically cruel, looking for the most vulnerable to ensure that spirits were never very high. His dark saiyan armor gleamed in the nearly full moonlight. That was the hardest part of the abduction, in just a few days the creatures would transform, and any hope they had of rescuing their lost would be gone, as if the opportunity ever actually presented itself.
"Things will be a little different today. The king would like to inform you of...a policy change"
Tido's heart nearly tore from his chest. The abduction was the same every month. Twelve people were chosen by the saiyans to be taken into the markets of Rad city. It had been that way for decades. His grip on Lily's arm grew tighter as the Saiyan continued, his cruel tone almost unbearable for the audience to stand. Their fate sealed in his words.
"Due to a lack of proper work ethic, we will now be taking all of the children under the age of six in order to breed them to be proper slaves. Their parents obviously aren't doing a good job. Today we will start with the six year olds. Next month five, and so on until all the children have been extracted, that of course is in addition to our usual dozen"
It was unthinkable. Usually children under six were exempt from the abduction due to their small stature. The sounds of mothers crying could be heard, as if a wave of pure terror had been struck in them. The possibility of losing their children was hard enough, however now it was an inevitability. He looked around the crowd, seeing worried mothers holding their children tightly, and the dutiful fathers holding their wives, holding in their own temptation to cry or lose grip. They couldn't show weakness, not in the face of such dire consequences. Tido's eyes widened as the situation became more real than he would have ever believed it to be. Like a nightmare from above the saiyans began dropping from the spire, their scouters leading them immediately to the needed targets. The two saiyans whom had accompanied broc did the dirty work. Grabbing and ripping young children from their parents. The air escaped his lungs and before him stood a crowd of screaming hopeless slaves.
"No"
He whispered, his body wanting to act, but his mind to gripped by fear and frustration to act. As the children were abducted quickly and returned to the top of the spire it became clear that Tido could do little to save them. From the spire they were abducted, light seemingly peering from the heavens and drawing them up into the darkness of the night. It was in that moment that Tido noticed it, he looked down to find that Lily had disappeared, her small agile body sifting through people and towards one of the saiyan creeps as they were grappling for yet another young child. Throwing her arms up and punching into his armor in a futile manner the eight year old scolded the saiyan.
"Put him down, he belongs to his mama!"
She yelled, only to have the saiyan turn his attention to her, dropping the small child to the ground giving him the opportunity to scurry away. The meaty hands of the ape grabbed hold of the small girl by the arm.
"I would bid on you pretty one, you will make a man very happy"
He had no time to think. The world around him was coming to a screeching halt yet society continued to flow as it normally would. Some human's surrendering their children to spare their life and avoid injury, and others swearing to give their lives to protect their young, something many of them would have to do. His anger welled before finally he could no longer suppress the burning rage within him. When the saiyan made his move to hold the small girl, Tido lost all of his cognitive reality, his mind telling him to move, and forcing his muscles to dash forward, knocking people down as he ran. The saiyan had only barely looked up when the sight of the human's heal immediately making contact with the saiyan's jaw became all too real. His hand lost grip of Lily, allowing her to fall to the hard ground below.
"Run!"
Looking up she saw it, Tido was not merely standing their ready for a brawl, there was a light about him, a bright energy coursing through his veins. His eyes were thin as the Ki reserves in his body began to charge, and the saiyan stumbled back to his feet. This was a fat one, his belly pouring over the side of his armor revealing a small path of skin. Not wasting another moment the brute lunged forward, only to be side stepped and countered with a swift fist into his unprotected gullet. Lily nodded and picked up her feet, finally realizing that she was in over her head. The saiyan turned, having drawn the attention of his thinner counterpart whom was just a few feet away in the crowd. Jumping over the crowd to engage the insubordinate Human he would find engaging him all to difficult as Tido grabbed the thick of the fallen saiyan's ankle, and swung him forward towards his oncoming partner. The collision would have been comical in less dire circumstances, but as it stood no one was laughing, especially not the saiyans. Human's began to run about, trying to exit the courtyard and return to their homes. A feeble attempt to hide their children which would ultimately fail.
Broc watched from above, a cocky smile plastered on his face as he watched the combat from below. This human was making quite the show, and proving what Broc had been saying all along. He knew that the human's were not such simple pawns, yet years of ignorant obedience had proven that statement false. Now the face of true rebellion was showing. This man was always there. He had never missed a day in the abductions, yet Broc had never once noticed him. His ability to stay incognito was impeccable, and only now that the civilization was struck with such heart ache did he appear. Broc watched as the man fought, for he did so gracefully.
Both saiyans stood, and readied for attack, using their incredible speed they dashed to either side of Tido, who had already taken his fighting stance. One leg forward, the other leaned back in preparation to counter. One arm forward, and the other close to his chest. The style of the Turtle Hermit. As the two saiyan's made their forward attack, Tido found himself diving between the two of them, narrowly avoiding two well aimed fists, and allowing them to collide into their partners face. The saiyans stumbled back, their pride injured. Looking at each other, tears welling in their eyes from their facial collision, they knew that only one thing was going to be able to prove their dominance, and with a nasty grin, they each held up their hands, a similar red aura forming under each one, and congregating into a mass above their palm.
"Any last words punk"
The fatter of the two yelled, the few humans that remained watching in awe. Much like a train wreck they knew the outcome would be poor, but had to watch in the hopes that it would turn in their favor. Tido bowed his head, staring to the ground. He had been given specific orders not to engage, or reveal this technique, yet he knew within his heart that he had to. It was the right time whether the Hermit thought so or not. His body already crouched, Tido cupped his hands to the right of his thighs as he spoke. His hair had fallen over his face, sweat pouring down his face as the extraneous fighting had gotten to him. Yet as his aura charged his hair began to rise. A blue orb forming in the palms of his hands as his voice echoed through the courtyard.
"Ka....me.....ha....me"
The saiyans were obviously confused at first. Unaware that the man was charging the infamous attack of the hermit school, yet as the orb finally became visible his intentions were made clear. Brock from above his perch watched. His smile widening as the identity of the human became clear. This was a man in connection with the remnants of the old world. This man, whether he was the instructor or just one of the students, this was a step in the right direction. Broc knew what was to come and yet still would not step in. His hair stood on end excited to watch the outcome as he knew it to occur. Yet something caught his eye, and he was forced to take way, disappearing from the spire in the final seconds of the fight. As the two saiyans launched their red orbs simultaniously Tido released his rage, and fear, and honor all in one bright strike.
"HA!"
The blast immediately engulfed the two saiyans in a light more powerful than they had ever anticipated. The best Tido had to offer had just been thrust towards them, and both were swept from their feet and pushed in an upward arc over the walls of the grounds and into the living district. Their weakened states would no doubt lead to their death as the human's in that area became aware of their arrival. Yet the weakened Tido had only one thing on his mind. His chest heaved for more air as he looked frantically around the courtyard, his eyes scanning for Lily.
"Looking for her?"
His ears did not deceive him. The evil general held her by one dangling arm, his laughter nearly as loud as her screams of fear as he held her over the tower. Tido wanted to yell out something brave like let her go, or you'll be sorry. But he was too weak, and Broc knew it. The wave had taken every ounce of his energy and now Tidus was but a weakened shell of the man who could have done anything about it.
"See you next month Tido, and I suggest you prepare. I will be ready for you"
Without another word the beam of light came down, extracting both the balding saiyan, and the little girl Tido so loved. As they began to disappear the man dropped to his knee's. He had failed to defend the girl he had given up his secrecy for. His body ached from the combat, and his muscled shook with tension as he tried not to cringe. Yet tears began to stream down his face. Even with all of his effort he had been unsuccessful. It was all he could do not to break down entirely, but as their hero sobbed on the ground, the human's were doing something else. They were surrounding him. Then men had all gathered after hiding and securing their families. Having seen Tido's defense on their behalf they were both stunned, and impressed. Most of all however they had hope. Hope that the saiyans would not forever own their souls, and that they may yet rise up. One took a step forward, placing his hand on Tido's shoulder and helping him up. No words needed to be spoken, Tido came to understand what they were thinking. The determined look in their eyes said it all.
"They will not have our spirit any longer. Today we fight back."
He growled looking up towards the sky that had taken their children, and countless others before them. The saiyans would own this day, but not another after it. They had a month to train and prepare for the next abduction, and they would be ready.
For Lily