Not the whole truth.

"I was taken hear." Techniqully true. You where taken hear. Just not by someone else, but from the power of a wish.

She puts you down. "Very well. Someone probably put you hear as a joke." She looks to the shorter Saiyan. "Ceruli, no point killing just 1 person. Lets sell him into slavey instead for some extra cash. Contact planet Vegeta that we got a planet to sell."

You are terrified but there's no where for you to run especially with their scouters. All you can do is try to survive a year as a slave until your harem can reform and hope they can find you.

Ceruli speaks to her scouter. "Hey mission control. As expected, mission success. We got a nice planet for sale." Luckily this is a older scouter model, so you can hear what the saiyan on the other side of the conversation is saying. "Good to hear. The last mission report I got didn't end so well." Ceruli gets curious. "What happened?" The mission control operator sighs. "Bardock's squad got wiped out. He was the only survivor. Not only that, he's gone insane. He believes Lord Frieza plans to wipe out the saiyans."

She giggles. "He had a team of 5 and still they almost failed the mission? You really can't rely on the low class huh?" The ooperator stammers, being a low class himself. "Y-yes. Of course. Anyways return to home soon to- what the Fuck!" Ceruli panic's. "Whats happening?" The operator also sounds panicked. "Its a Ki ball! I've never seen 1 that big before! Aaaaa-"

The call ends with the sound of an explosion fallowed by staic. "Mission control? Mission control, respond." Nothing but static. The tall Saiyan speaks. "Change of plan. We'll be hiding on this planet. We'll be spending the next 30 years training and breeding an army using this creature." You're not thrilled about being a sex slave either but its definitely an improvement over hard labor. Plus it will only be for a year since your harem won't have any trouble finding you now.

Ceruli objects. "Hell no! I am not going to make any filthy half breeds." The big saiyan grabs her by the hair. So these 2 are the opposite of Vagita and Nappa. The big 1 is the 1 in charge while the small 1 is the weaker underling. "That wasn't a request. That was an order." Ceruli winces in pain. "Ok ok, fuck! Let go of my hair. I'll do it." The larger saiyan let's go. Ceruli falls to her knees and trys to hide her hate filled eyes.

The big 1 looks away. "500 000." Ceruli looks up. "What?" The big 1 keeps talking, not looking at her subordinate. "Thats Frieza's power level. I saw it." You hide your smug smile, knowing that thats only his first forms power level. Its way higher then that and will become much more in the future.

Ceruli has a terrified look in her eye's. "Thats impossible. B-besides. The saiyans are Lord Frieza's best performing soliders. That Ki attack must have been from someone else." The big 1 scoff's at Ceruli. "Your opinion has been noted."

She then walks up to you. "I am Garla. This is my subordinate Ceruli. You will refer to us only as Mistress Garla and Mistress Ceruli. Your only purpose from now on is to sexually please us, get us pregnant and to raise our children when we are not training them. You have permission to ask us questions and attempt to start conversations with us. However you will stop speaking if we tell you to. You will not show us affection nore will you say anything to imply that we are your lovers. If we give up on finding any other pure blooded saiyans however, you will be promoted to actually being our lover."

Ceruli gets up and chuckles. "You better be greatful for this time. Once we find some saiyan males you'll be sold to much less kind masters." Garla shakes her head. "Our children may turn on us if we do that. We will be keeping him as a pet once we find saiyan husband's." Ceruli sighs. "Always so pragmatic."