There is no real good way to explain what happened. I was walking home in the middle of town minding my own goddamn business when suddenly I'm being flown at freakishly fast speeds.
My phone flew out of my hands as my mind tried to catch up with the current state of my body. I was being held by what looked like a purple guy with weird points coming out of his head.
Glancing down I realized how high up I was and proceeded to dig my fingers into the man's arm that was wrapped around my middle. He didn't seem to notice I was frozen in panic as we passed over the whole continent before we came to a stop.
The guy continued to carry me into some weird looking space ship as I attempted to thaw myself out enough so I could escape or at least ask what the hell was going on.
He didn't say anything as he tossed me into a room with a group of about 15 other people. They were all huddled together and I found myself drifting towards them, finding comfort in numbers.
The ship shook for a moment and a panicked groan escaped the cluster of people as we tried to grasp what was happening. The room was completely bare except for us and there was no way to tell how much time passed.
Without warning the ship shook again and we all drew closer together but were able to keep our fearful noises to ourselves.
The door opened and a different guy came in. He was blue with a strange almost alligator like face. He motioned for us to follow. When we didn't immediately come towards the door he created a ball of light within his hand and shot it at the nearby wall.
The force of the blast slammed us into the far wall. Terrified, the huddle hurried to comply fearful of what a blast like that could do to us. Another guy was outside the door and he walked behind us as we were lead down several corridors that all looked the same.
It was only as we passed by a large window that I realized we were in space.
'We are screwed.' I thought.
The blue guy stopped in front of a large version of the very same style of door that seemed to fill this place. It slide open Star Trek style as the guy in back hustled us in.
The room was large, with a huge window the size of one wall that observed star systems that our race had never even seen. There was little in the room other than several other aliens. It seemed the most important one sat in a hovering throne atop several stairs. He looked down at us with a bored expression on his face.
"Lord Frieza, here is a sample of the main species on the liveable planet in the system." The blue guy said in a language I couldn't identify but could somehow understand.
As the guy continued on my mind began to separate from my body, 'disassociating' as my therapist would say. My emotions were dulled as my eyes scanned the room allowing my mind to absorb as much information as possible.
The important alien was very different from all the other aliens in the room. It looked vaguely reptilian with it's tail and skin. But it's horns and seeming carapace gave an almost insect like impression. Physically it seemed very delicate with it's almost child like height.
However the way everyone else was at attention except for it made it clear it was the big wig around here.
'I'm just gonna assume everyone's a guy till I'm corrected.' I thought noting that there wasn't 2 of the same species in the whole room besides us.
There was only the one exit unless you counted the most likely sealed window into space. All of the aliens were wearing the same uniform suggesting at worst an invading army and at best a research group.
"….With such a weak populace it would make an easy take and quite a sell with it's varied environments and secluded area." The blue guy continued answering my unasked question, 'So at best slavery, at worst extinction.'
My eyes scanned my fellow humans noting the amount of panic and denial everyone was barely containing. Several people were crying. One guy caught my eye. His eyes were filled with rage and he was shaking with his attempt to control himself. As my mind clicked he began to move. I wasn't able to reach him before he pushed his way out of our safety huddle.
"NO" he yelled with clenched fists, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS, WE WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE OUR PLANET LIKE IT'S SOME PIECE OF PROPERTY." The important alien raised his eyebrow as he lazily floated his throne over to the shaking man.
"Really?" The alien said in a menacingly calm voice, "And how do you expect to protect your planet from this?" He raised his hand pointing his finger at the man. I launched myself passed the terrified people around me.
"YOUR GRACE" I yelled kneeling so quickly that my knees banged against the floor with a loud flop.
My hands up and my head down hoping to come across as submissive and respectful as possible.
"We are a humble and naive people who have no experience with an empire as great as yours." I started much more calmly, taking the fact I was still alive as a move to continue.
"Surely you can forgive this mans transgressions for fear has clouded his better judgment, so he could not treat you with the respect you deserve."
I focused on keeping my body as still as possible as I saw the floating throne come into my field of vision.
I kept my head down till it was lifted by small fingers forcing me to give eye contact to the unknown force that was planning on destroying everything I had ever known.
"What a polite little thing." He said as he raised his other hand behind him and blasted the rest of the group with a ball of light.
Their screams were cut short as a black burn mark as all that was left of the 15 other people I had found temporary shelter with.
"Doesn't it look like a Saiyan Zarbon?" He said as he turned my head left to right, observing me like cattle up for auction.
"Yes they look almost identical except for the lack of a tail." Zarbon seemed to be the pale green guy with a long dark green braid, jeweled earrings, and a matching headdress. He seemed completely unfazed by watching a group of people being slaughtered only 10ft away from him.
"You must be female then" Frieza said. I froze as he pulled back my shirt to take a look down my top, "I wonder if they can breed with Saiyan's." He seemed to be thinking aloud as he released my shirt.
"You would make a good pet for Vegeta, he has been doing his work right lately." He grabbed my chin then, forcing me to look at him.
"But it would be a waste of a good pet if you got pregnant. Can't have those monkeys breeding all over the ship," a few of the men chuckled, "I guess I'll keep you. I haven't had a pet in years." He then released me and floated back to his original spot at the center of room.
"Dodoria have her examined, and taken to my chambers to be cleaned and changed." Dodoria was apparently a pink alien with large ears who didn't seem to be too happy with doing the mundane task of dealing with me.
He grabbed me by the arm and lead me out of the room. His grip was hard but didn't hurt as I attempted to keep up with his fast stride.
With such a fast pace of events I barely even registered entering what I assumed was the medical wing. I was passed to another man who proceeded to prod at me with a number of instruments. Thankfully these instruments didn't require me to do anything other than sit there. I was still out of my body, in a sense. Nothing felt 'real', it all seemed too bizarre to be actually happening.
"She appears to be in perfect health." The doctor said before placing another small device on my arm.
I yelped in pain as it pinched me.
"Now she should be safe from anything she could come into contact with on the ship." He stated as he removed the device.
Three very small holes bubbled with blood as the doctor whipped it with some kind of cloth that left a tingly sensation. Once the blood was whipped away the wound closed up with astounding speed. Dodoria grabbed me once again, not giving me any time to be impressed with their technology.
He lead me down several corridors, each of which was oddly empty till we reached another door identical to the others except larger. Dodoria entered with me in tow, finally releasing me from his tight grip as the door closed behind us.
"The bathroom is that way," He pointed at one door, "And you can find clothes in there." He pointed at another door next to the bathroom.
"If you plan on being alive by tomorrow I would do as Frieza ordered. He hates being disobeyed even more than he hates waiting." With that he turned around and left the room.
The door sliding shut as I collapsed face first onto the floor as feeling began to return to my body like a speeding train.