permission and got away with it. She felt the hatred like a tangible object.

Alija, a Saiyan who was born an albino due to a genetic defect, works next to her. Her white hands quickly and skillfully examined every rock, but her red eyes kept flitting over to Fai. She was one of the few who had agreed to join the movement and be given the opportunity to flee. She was nervous, because to flee meant to be hunted forever, to have to hide and always to dance on the knife edge that could cut the thread of life.But life in its own darkness and hard work wearied her slim, fragile body too much. She would do anything to see the suns again.

The day went slowly and monotonously. At last the bell rang in its deafening din and called the workers to their well-deserved meal. There was dark, hard bread and a watery soup in which indefinable things swam. But everything was fine with the hungry workers. Even the tough cereal was completely destroyed. Nobody worried about what had gone into the rations. Everything tasted like cardboard, you couldn't fix it on it. And it filled the growling stomach until evening.

Today Fai ate more hastily than usual, because she still had a conversation with the chief overseer ahead of her. She clearly felt Hazar's eyes on her back, because he too was already waiting for her to get up. She quickly swallowed the last spoonful of porridge, grabbed the rest of her bread, and got up.A scraping noise told her that Hazar had also got up and was following her. The two guards looked up and studied the two figures. But they knew that. Fai and Hazar were in charge of their groups and relieved them of the annoying work schedule.

On the way to the overseer's table, the two of them passed the children's tables. Their small bodies were helpful when it came to crawling into narrow crevices or narrow hallways. A small, strange girl with a dirty face stared at Fai with huge blue eyes. Better: she stared at the rest of the bread in the Saiyajin's hand. Smiling, Fai stepped to the table and held out the edge to her. Hungry, the little one grabbed it and took a bite without giving Fai another look. Fai went on, she followed Hazar, who had not stopped.

"Your generosity will kill you again, Fai.", Greeted the chief overseer with a crooked grin. Fat oozed from his lips that had come from a leg of lamb he had just eaten.Fai ignored the objection and instead listed who in her group should work where after noon. Hazar completed his group and the other overseer busily jotted down the names. With a wink, the two were dismissed. So far their work was done.

Fai sat down at her table again and gave Alija a fleeting smile. If all went well, Fai would be back at Vegeta-sei tomorrow and the movement had a few more members again. Somewhat relieved, she went back to work in line with the women. She watched with satisfaction as all the new members turned to the loading decks. Alija smiled shyly at her again and Fai rose to something like admiration for the woman, whose life was hanging by such thin threads due to the illness, but who nevertheless went her way with a smile.

Fai took her place and her hands began to work automatically, but her mind went through it all over again.The group would load the cargo, with an initiated guard on duty. After everything was loaded, this guard would make sure that the fugitives were safely hidden. At the same time, the commandant would have her called, as always, and then set off with her on the way to Saiyanis, where she would receive the new freemen. That's how it always went and that's how it was perfect. The time of the last third passed faster. The bell rang high and the tapes stopped.

Slowly the endless procession of workers began to move. They got the last meal of the day in their quarters. Mostly a vegetable stew made from what would be called garbage in Vegeta-sei. This included everything that had not been sold after two market days and that which had not been used up in the large kitchens. But whether it was a mushy tomato or a wilted carrot, when everything was boiling in one pot, it looked the same and there was enough for the miners.

Fai's stomach growled at the thought of something warm to eat. But halfway the train suddenly came to a standstill and at the same moment the sirens went off. Guards ran past them shouting orders that most of the workers did not understand because they were being called in Saiyago. The bodies huddled together like frightened rabbits and against the walls, unable to take a step. The hustle and bustle around them increased and it was even more frightening that now the higher ranks ran past them cursing.

Fai's heart had stopped at the first sound of the siren. Those screaming tones screamed a word out into the silence of Vegas: OUTBREAK! They had been noticed. It was discovered that the small group had fled. It was all too late now. Under the cruel torture of the Saiyajins, the workers would talk quickly and ruin everything. Fai's gaze darted around searching. Hazar stood a few rows behind her and he too had turned ashen.One quick look and she knew he was thinking exactly the same as she was. Fai felt a lump in her throat that made it impossible for her to breathe. Their years of work, everything they had built up. The security of the whole group was now in the hands of weak-willed workers. Lost everything.

Fai swallowed the tears. They had disappointed the commandant. They had betrayed him, the head of their movement. At that moment Fai understood why he never showed himself to the new members. So he stayed protected. A faint spark of hope sprouted in Fai. They didn't know him, so they couldn't betray him and he had the opportunity to start over. Maybe he could save some important people too. The news of the outbreak must have already reached him.

Behind them, a Saiyan yelled to move on. The train slowly began to move again. One by one the iron doors slammed shut.Fai couldn't remember the last time they closed the doors. Nobody could escape from Vega, one could not even leave this cell block unseen; Or so the guards thought. Fai put her hands on the cold bars. So was that you? Prisoners? Slaves. Punished by nature, banned from society, outside the norm or just plain strange. Nobody here had committed a crime. The government called this job creation, community service, but in reality it was nothing more than the Vegeta-seis garbage can and no garbage was ever allowed to leave that can.

It was then that she realized what they were fighting for. Freedom, equality and independence from the oppressors on the throne. "Death King Vegeta.", She muttered to herself and fell back on her bed. She listened with closed eyes and for a long time nothing happened. Then there was the familiar singing of the security door at the end of the hall and steps came closer.Boots, several people, men, Fai recognized all of this from the steps. Then a harsh voice: "Cell 98." Fai's heart stopped beating for a moment. That was her cell.

She sat up just as her cell door creaked into the wall. Three Saiyajins stood in the doorway and looked sternly in. "Get up!" Ordered one. Fai obeyed without hesitation and tried to be calm. A guard stepped in and cuffed her hands behind her back. Another order. “Iso.” The word cut the air sharply and viciously. Fai closed her eyes for a moment, then she was pushed forward and had to open them again.

Solitary confinement. An invention for workers who did not want to subordinate themselves at all. After isolation, they always came back completely submissive. Fai's pulse was racing and her white cock whipped nervously through the air behind her. She was led through endless corridors, but then they stepped out into the light.Not ten paces further, a box stood in the blazing sun. It was about 80 centimeters high and about three feet in each direction. The little door was opened, Fai's handcuffs were removed and she was pushed in roughly. Behind her the door closed to eternal darkness.

Fai crouched briefly stunned inside the box. It was almost unbearably hot and the darkness scared her. She wanted to get up and pushed hard against the ceiling of the box. Groaning, she sat down again. She couldn't stretch out either. A slight claustrophobia rose in her, fueled by heat and darkness. But with some effort she was able to calm down and forced herself into a restless sleep.



Fai was rudely shaken awake and dragged outside into the light. Her black hair was clinging to her sweaty face and her clothes were soaked with sweat too. It stuck to her body like a second skin. The air outside the isocell seemed almost cold to her, because the incessant wind brushed her sweaty body.

Fai didn't have time to get used to the brightness, when she found herself on her knees in the sand. Her old pride flared briefly. You on your knees? Who dared She blinked up and looked up at the gigantic figure of the Supreme Commander of the Warriors of Vega. At that moment she lost all courage again. If His Holiness stepped out of their air-conditioned office, something really important must have happened. Fai could guess what.

Someone dragged her to her feet again, but she still had to look up at the Saiyajin in front of her. He eyed her with his small, angry eyes until Fai felt naked under his gaze and lowered her eyes. It had come to that with her. She kissed in front of a Saiyan who was placed above her. So she couldn't see the slight grin on the giant's lips. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes again. "What's your ID?" He asked. One of the guards replied, "6878348298."The giant asked further:" Name? "Fai felt that she was meant and replied:" Fai. "Again the grin crossed his face, this time clearly visible to the Saiyan.

He let go of her and moved his hand to make a slight