Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ I own Guem.
I sat still, my cold eyes on the tyrant known as Frieza. He was pissed at me for refusing to let his goons touch me. I was fifteen years old, and I wasn't about to give up my v-card. The remaining Saiyans watched me, their tails wrapped protectively around their waists. My wolf tail was softly caressing my bruises from the Fru Fru Force- I mean Ginyus. Jeice tried to touch my butt so I just had to sock his idiotic face into the nearest wall. "Come here child." The voice still scared me as I took my time walking towards Frieza. "Why won't you submit to any of my loyal men?" "Cos they're idiots, I don't like them, and I'm too young."
"Too young? Don't make me laugh silly girl. Nappa, there, had his first love child when he was merely fourteen. You're fifteen. Pick someone. Think of him as a gift, from me to you." He grabbed my face, his nails piercing my cheeks. He forced me to look at all the Saiyans, the aliens, Dodoria, Zarbon(eek!). My eyes fell on a Saiyan who had tall spiky upright hair. He looked just as arrogant as could be. 'Dammit, I'm imprinting!' I tried to look away but it was too late.
"Frieza...I imprinted...On...That one..." I pointed sullenly at the boy my age, the spiky haired Saiyan. "Oh, you picked Vegeta, Prince of all the extinct Saiayns. Fine, he's yours, Geum."