New Laws

Slim, untanned hands pulled a lone gray blanket over the still, sleeping body that laid upon the bed within the small, poorly lit one room home. A faint sigh lit the room with sound for a moment, and just as quickly, it died away into silence once more. The old man had been in the same state for weeks, almost long enough to form three whole months. Not moving, not blinking, not rising at all. There were no free doctors within the planet's walls, if you weren't classed far better than average. The slim hands then tugged a second blanket atop the motionless old saijin, as the seasons were getting cooler and he had to be kept warm.



"There's got to be more that can be done to make you better;" a voice spoke, the sounds belonging to a pair of thick, feminine lips. "I don't believe that crazy old doctor that said you were permanently vegetative. I've got to find the money for a better doctor, but there's nothing out there for me. A woman can't even enter the trials for power classification, never mind allowed to become a soldier, unless you have family connections. It's not like there's even a hundred female soldiers. All I could do is cooking or cleaning and this planet is inundated with chefs and servants. I'd make about enough to get you into a doctor for a few seconds before I die of age. Is it really doomed to be this way until the gods call you home?" her chestnut toned hair stretched down her back, contained in a single ponytail down to her lower back. Her face was high and pale, as if she'd never been out in the sun, and her figure matched her hands; slim and pale. True to many poor women, her pastel forest green toned dress was old, tattered, and lined with nothing defensive of any description. Her blue eyes, which matched the color of the sky, were filled with a hopeless sadness.



"I suppose I could take what few dollars and cents we have left, and buy you some chicken bouillon as a treat. You must be getting sick of vegetable juices and meatless gravies. I'm truly sorry that we can't afford the fancy nutritional injections that the Tuffles sell. I can only sell so many baskets, but I know you know that. You'll be alright, father. I'll be back in a while, I've got to hurry this time though. Don't want to run in to any soldiers this morning." Kaana kept talking to him with everything she did, even though he couldn't reply. She was convinced that he could hear her.



Quietly, Kaana slipped from her hole-in-the-wall shack-like hut, glancing every way she could before she shut the door. The new laws made it dangerous for women to wander around alone, even if she'd never been with a man. They would still touch her, and make her do things before dragging her to the castle for permission to break her. She would have to submit, if it weren't for her need to care for her father. Ironically, laws said she couldn't abandon her elders, yet she could be imprisoned for life if she fought against a soldier. Even so, buying her father a treat now and again was worth her risking her haunches. He would appreciate her efforts when he came free of his medical issues.



The sounds overcoming the streets was dreadful; it was a sickening combination of men moaning, women crying, screaming, and moaning themselves. The constant patter of flesh on flesh was enough to turn sixteen year old Kaana's stomach flipping. She dared not glance around, and kept her eyes forward as she almost ran along the poor streets of her home district. The images would burn in her mind for weeks. The corners of here eyes were catching enough glimpses of forced carnal acts that her mouth began curling downwards as her empty gut boiled with anger within her. One large Saijin solder's blurry figure she caught leaning against a wall, his hands tangled in the hair of a very small looking kneeling female. She closed the eye that caught the glance and turned her head, only to be assaulted by another sickening image of a girl bent over a garbage can. Disgustingly, she seemed to be enjoying the man behind her.



Kaana bit back a wretch as she sped her steps, trying hard not to catch flashes of the sex which had taken over the public places of the planet. One woman, taking her children to school, had been desperate enough to force her kids to put blankets over themselves and clasp their hands over their ears to protect their young innocence. Fortunately, the school wasn't too many blocks away, and the soldiers around were all occupied. One woman hadn't been so lucky, and unfortunately, the scene was between Kanna and her goal. A familiar male Saijin, that large bald one that always hung around the prince, had found a young girl who looked just barely legal. The mother was being restrained by another saijin, whom was beginning to manipulate the breasts of the mother. She was hysterical and screaming out with anger and horror as the massive high classed right-hand of the Prince rammed his massive cock into the petit figure of the thirteen-to-the-day looking daughter, who was doing her own length of screaming and flailing herself. Wrath boiled within Kanna; that girl had been most definitely a virgin. No mother of a thirteen year old would let their child have sex with anyone else. Not in today's age.



A faint aura of purple Ki began to form around Kanna, and began to drown out the light of dawn. She felt like blowing a hole where that man stood. Kill him right where his cock laid ramming that child. No! She barked at herself; if she did that, her father would be left with no one to care for him. She would be dead as she stood if she killed that Nappa person. Her Ki shut off unseen, and Kaana ran herself down the side street. Better to leave before she became angry enough to kill.



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"Thank you Feifenne, you always carry the best bouillons." Kanna complimented, grasping the paper bag which held her small morsel of soup.

"Thank YOU, Kaana. I'm surprised you came out today; no one's been going out except those who are desperate, or have no other choice. How is your father?" the homely female of the food shop replied.

"I'm fine, Fei. I'm more worried about being carted away longer than those 2 hours, I've got to care for father. It's not as if I have a choice to just take off and run, I have my duties. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have much purpose to live; I'd probably be off serving some rich snobby man who can't wipe his own ass," Kaana replied, which made Feifenne giggle. "But, father isn't any different; he's in the same state he's always been. It's not any better, but it's not any worse, either. I wish there was a way to get him to a better doctor..."



After a long silence, Feifenne finally replied. "You know what? I know the crown used to let women swear to servant hood to pay off debts. I wonder if you couldn't...? No...I suppose not, especially if it's not a positive outcome...then you'd be sworn to the crown for life...Nevermind."

"No, hold on." Kaana spoke, her eyes lighting up again. "How would I go about finding out about that?"

"I suppose you'd seek an audience with Prince Vegeta or King Vegeta, but I don't think just anyone can -- Hey!" Fei spoke, but Kaana had torn off out the door of the shop, headed directly for the castle...





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