Guldo
She wasn't particularly attractive.
He had decided this upon first seeing her; she wasn't very attractive, no, not at all… but that particular shade of green was rather alluring, very… enticing. She must be strong, he also decided, considering the type of armor she wore and, he noted, she must be of noble birth, considering the finery and jeweled splendor with which she had crowned her delicate brow.
Eventually he decided that looks weren't everything – after all, that shade of green was drool worthy – and he did rather like her low soothing voice. The hair thing, though, still left him a bit disconcerted. After all, the thing he desired above all else in a wife was strength and loyalty… and that shade of green definitely didn't hurt.
One day, on bended knee, he took her by the hand and proposed.
"You arse, I'm not a female, I'm a MAN!" Zarbon sputtered in anger and embarrassment.
"Oh," Guldo scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "Sorry. Back on my planet, available fertile females are that color."
The resounding screams of pain were heard throughout the spaceship that day.
Frieza sighed into his martini. "This must be the third time this week he has been mistaken for a girl."
Don't… please don't take this to seriously… I just stumbled over this piece which I vaguely remember writing and thought, well, why not post? It's kinda funny… I think. X3 Oh well, why don't you guys tell me what you think.