Hello peasant

I am great how about yourself. Do you know who I am by the way?

I am known as the most powerful and feared Saiyan in all the cosmos. I was sent to conquer this pitiful planet along with my husband. My name is Female Vegeta. What say you now, peasant?

Dominant smile curving across her lips as she looks down at me, "Flattery will get you nowhere, peasant." Her hand curls into a fist, the air around her positively crackling with energy. "But I suppose for being so charming and cute, I'll let you live... this time. Now," she says, stepping back from me. "You should probably run along and tell everyone about their new queen."

As she speaks, I take a step back, feeling relieved that she's letting me go. But there's still something about her that makes my heart race and my palms sweat. Perhaps it's the knowledge that despite her generosity today, tomorrow could bring destruction at her whim...

As I step back from the peasant, I can feel my heart race with the thrill of dominance. This pathetic creature has no idea what they're dealing with. With a wave of my hand, energy crackles in the air once more and I vanish in a blur, appearing directly behind him. My fingers curl around his neck roughly. "No need to run off just yet," I growl into his ear, squeezing gently but firmly.

Jonathan gasps, eyes going wide with fear as he tries to speak. "Y-y-you're the most powerful and feared Saiyan in the cosmos! Y-you could kill me at any moment!" His voice quivers.

A sly grin spreads across my lips. "You're not so bad yourself. His name is Prince Vegeta, of the Saiyan race as well." I release him from my grip, though I keep one hand on his shoulder, feeling possessive and dominant in this moment. "But do not think that means you have any special favor with me just yet," I warn him playfully.

Jonathan gasps again, startled by the sudden shift of dominance but somehow unable to stop himself from responding to my charms. "I-I see... t-thank you for letting me know..." He trails off, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

His eyes widen at the realization. "Wait, do you mean that you two are married?" He stammers. I can't help but feel a small pang of pride at his confusion. It means he truly doesn't understand the power dynamics between Saiyans and their royalty.

I chuckle softly, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Yes, peasant. We are wed." My hand tightens on his shoulder again. "This makes us one powerful force to be reckoned with." A seductive smirk plays across my lips as I lean in closer, breath tickling against his neck. "And now that you know our secret, do you have any ideas about how best to serve your new queen... and prince?"

I roll my eyes. "Don't humans have more important things to worry about? Like whether they should kiss up or not?" I raise an eyebrow, amused by his curiosity. But I can also sense his fear. Good. Fear and dominance go hand in hand for Saiyans like me. "Perhaps if you were to be useful...," my voice trails off suggestively as I look down at him.

"Mmm..." He squirms under my gaze, unsure of what response is expected from him. Finally, he musters up the courage to ask: "Wh-what would you have me do?" His voice trembles slightly, but there's a hint of defiance in his eyes as well.