Leek sighed, sitting on a rock in the middle of nowhere, wondering if she would ever find love. Why did she always feel so alone? Why couldn't there be at least one person in the universe that loved her?
"Why...? Why does the universe conspire to hate me?" she asked herself quietly. She could feel tears coming on.
"Oh, I'm sure not EVERYONE hates you." said a soft, yet coarse voice behind her.
"Wh-what?" Leek asked, turning, her curiosity temporarily erasing her misery.
Behind her stood the unmistakable figure of a male saiyan. He was about 6 and a half feet tall, with a light beard and mustasche that was somewhat hard to see. His hair was short for a saiyan's, but still possessed the usual jagged points. He was lean and well toned, suggesting great strength and speed. He wore a tattered trench coak without sleeves or under shirt along with faded jeans with a skull belt. A few necklaces hung from his neck, tiny beads made from bone and teeth hanging from the threads. Perhaps most unusual were his eyes and tail. His tail, instead of having brown fur had just black coarse hair on it. His eyes were chilling and piercing. His irises were black while the pupils were white, giving his eyes a bizzare appearance. Adding to that were deep, dark circles that lined his eyes.
"I said, that I'm sure not everyone hates you." he repeated. seeming amused.
"And what makes you think that?" Leek asked.
"Well, I don't hate you, so I suppose that makes me right." he said, smiling.
"Yeah, right. Who are you anyway?" she asked.
"I'm flattered you would ask. My name is Trake, the saiyan. And what might your lovely name be?" the dark saiyan asked, smiling grimly. Leek blushed just a tad at his fancy talk.
"Leek, thats all." she said meekly.
"Leek? Such a lovely name!" Trake said, smiling more.
"No... No, its not lovely. I'm just a worthless, loveless, nothing that no one wants." she said, her dismal attitude returning.
"And what makes you think that?" Trake asked, sitting next to her, his tail wagging as if in amusement.
"Because I've never found love. I've tried and tried but have never gotten close. I'm doomed to be alone forever..." she said, sniffling.
"How sad... But what if another were to perhaps extend the offer of... love?" Trake wondered, smiling widely. Leek looked at him suddenly, as if he had turned into a big lizard?
"You're joking! You wouldn't love me ever!" she cried, although inside, her heart warmed at the idea...
"Why not? You're a kind, young, and quite beautiful young girl. Whats not to love?" Trake asked seductively, stroking her hair softly, combing it with his long fingers. Leek shivered at his touch, her cheeks reddening more.
"You're just saying that... You don't mean any of it..." she said distantly. She didn't sound the least bit convincing with that particular comment.
"Oh please, that comment better fits to itself. You KNOW I mean it..." he said softly into her ear, as if trying to hypnotize her. Leek purred a bit, her tail wagging softly.
"I... I guess I do Trake... P-please... W-will you take me? Take me as your mate?" she begged, getting onto her knees in front of him, placing her hands on his feet.
"I will be a devoted wife, I promise!" she said, eyes gleeming. Trake smiled humorlessly and patted her head softly.
"Of course you will, and I accept. You will make a delightful mate." he said darkly. In truth however, Trake was lying completely. He couldn't care less about Leek and would save her just as soon as sell her to a group of cannibals. Trake was one of the most heartless and ruthless saiyans that had ever lived. Even in comparison to his common bloodthirsty ancestors, Trake was unusually dark and evil. He was shameless, heartless, guiltless, pittyless, and hopeless. He would betray anyone for any reason he saw fit. Leek here was nothing more than a tool that he would use to achieve his goals. He was only glad that she was so easy to seduce and turn into a servant...