Prince\'s Pet

On a planet called Lesser Bejito-sei, a single Saiyan colony still thrives, forgotten by Freeza and everyone else outside the little-known South-West Galaxy.

Preface

"… And thus I believe the alliance would benefit both our planets…"

I tuned out the droning voice of the Urdrian emissary. My eyes strayed to the short, powerful, and commanding Saiyan on the crimson throne beside me. His blue-black hair stood up in flame-shaped spikes, accented by a golden circlet set with three round sapphires.

My Prince. Begeta. He always looks magnificent in his formal blue-and-yellow armor.

I was kneeling beside him, on a crimson rug that matched the throne. I had on my usual pale blue uniform with golden-yellow, ruffled trim: a sleeveless, very low-cut tank top that left my midsection bare, a miniskirt, wristbands, a tail-band, and of course, my collar. A yellow ochre leash led from it to be grasped in my Prince's gloved hand. Three brass-colored, ki-repressing bands encircled my left leg, marking me as a 4^th- or servant-class. My dark brown hair rose in four spikes leaning right, a single curl over my forehead, falling into a calf-length ponytail behind me. One uncooperative strand fell over my right shoulder.

I'm a Type-5, female Saiyan. My name is Korn Lyf, but the other type-fives call me "Prince's Pet." I don't disagree.

I am his Highness's pet.

"AAUUGH!!!"

I shook out of my daydream as a flash of crimson light filled the room.

"I do SO despise long-winded diplomats," commented Prince Begeta as his aura faded to normal.

Looks like the meeting's over…