Piccolo-ness! With Piccolo!

OS:Prisoner

Currently, I am on a strange space planet, in a strange space ship, kneeling before a strange man, while thinking of my estranged boyfriend, wondering if he's all right. No matter how you look at my situation, it is strange.

"You are Princess (Y/n)?"

"Yes," the words burn at my throat, and I swear, I'd much rather throw up. Calling such a disgusting being a title he is unworthy of. "Yes, Lord Frieza."

He smiles sadistically "Good, so some of those Saiyan maggots I killed did have manners."

My hands curl into fists, and my only restraint is Piccolo's voice echoing in my head. 'Do this now and you'll die. Do you WANT to die?'

"This one does have the restraint of the fabled Warrior-Queen. Oh, Zarbon, this is delightful! Take my wife-to-be to her lodgings."

"WHAT?!"

"Why, yes, did I forget to inform you of that? Naturally, as you are the second most powerful being in the universe, surpassed my only me, you would become my wife, so that we could raise an even stronger child."

"Dream on, Lizard boy!"

His eyes flicker in annoyance. "Take her, Zarbon. She seems not to realize that she has no choice. She shall come around eventually."

"I WILL NOT!"

"Do you want to live or not?"

"Not beside you, I don't! I'd rather die!"

"Well, I am not here to give you what you'd rather have." He flicks his hand, and Zarbon leads me from the room.

"You have conviction in who you are, I'll give you that, but you were quite a fool in there."

"I'd sooner die a fool than the wife of that spawn of Satan." I say through gritted teeth.

He widens his eyes then gives a small laugh. "You Saiyans are quite stubborn."

"No, that's not quite it, Zarbon, We are burned by betrayal, and only seek vengeance."

"Well, you seem a bit abrasive today, Princess."

"Not abrasive. Salty, Zarbon."

"Okay, so you seem a bit abrasive today, Princess."

"Well, you would be too if you had to marry your planet's destroyer."

He thinks about that for a moment. "I might not mind. If she were pretty."

"Disgusting."

He raises an eyebrow, questioning me.

"You seriously wouldn't mind if she were pretty? That's disgusting! She's the leader of a genocide! She killed your friends and your family! Your very way of life!"

"Well, when you put it like that...." He says opening the door to what I presume is my room.

"yeah. That's how it is. For me anyway. And it's all Vegeta's doing, if it weren't for him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here. Make no mistake, when I get out of here, he will pay!"

"M'kay." And with that he leaves.

I close the door, finally able to process the day's events.

I will never go home.

I will never see Piccolo, Goku, Trunks, Bulma, or even stupid Vegeta again. I am forced to marry a man I've hated all my life.

What will I do now? As much as I hate it, now I'm crying.