The Lost Saiyan | By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*Three Months Later*
"What?"
Goku jumped from his seat. Yamcha followed suit.
"What did you do to her?"
Yamcha glared at the Saiyan prince.
"I said, get me ice, dammit!"
Vegeta shouted again.
Bulma came running, ice and a towel in hand.
"Here!"
He yanked it from her hands and flew off. Goku glanced over at Yamcha.
"Come on!"
Both men soared after Vegeta.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"I know."
Vegeta kneeled down next to her, gently pressing the ice to her mouth.
"This will help."
His soft tone was almost instantly soothing.
"You didn't have to kick me in the face, Vegeta!"
She managed.
"I didn't mean to, Ana! Now, shut up and let me help."
Goku hushed Yamcha as they landed, quite a distance away.
"See? He has a heart in there somewhere."
He smiled at his old friend.
Jealousy rose hot in the pit of Yamcha's stomach. Never had he liked the idea of Giana training with Vegeta. What could he teach her that Goku couldn't? Goku was faster, stronger, smarter... Why did she need Vegeta?
"Ouch!"
She shreiked.
"Hold still!"
Vegeta snapped at her, wiping her nose with the towel.
"There..."
He examined her face.
"I think the bleeding has stopped.
"It wouldn't have started if you hadn't kicked me in the face!"
She shoved him, knocking him to his backside.
He glared at her.
"I wouldn't have kicked you if you hadn't cheap shotted me in the back!"
He sprung to his feet.
"Do you honestly think an enemy wouldn't have taken that shot?"
She put her hands on her hips. Her mouth, nose, and cheek were already starting to bruise.
"I could say the same for the shot I took at you."
Prince Vegeta smiled, proud of his retort.
"Whatever, Vegeta. I'm done for the day."
Gravel crunched under her boots as she stomped away from him.
"No!"
He quickly slipped in front of her.
"Do not give up! Never ever give up on me!"
He grabbed her by the shoulders.
"You are a Saiyan! Saiyans do not give up! Saiyans do not surrender after a kick to the face!"
"I'm done, Vegeta!"
She shouted at him, brushing past him.
"Sad..."
His hands rested on his hips as he watched her walking away.
"I expected more out of a woman that was almost the ruler of our entire planet."
Giana spun around. Her eyes were flaming.
"To think... Giana. My princess. A quitter."
He shook his head at her.
"I never thought your name could be associated with the word 'quit.' I've always thought you were better than that."
He turned to walk away.
"I guess I was wrong."
Yamcha was shaking. "His princess?" Hearing Vegeta speak to her that way made his stomach turn. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to show him who's "princess" she was now.
In a flash, Giana's feet crashed into Vegeta's lower back, startling him and planting him to the ground.
"Fuck you!"
She screamed, standing over him. He rolled to his back, coughing.
"I don't quit!"
"You could have fooled me."
Vegeta managed, still coughing.
"He's suicidal."
Goku watched the pair.
"Ahhhh!"
Her fists flew at him. Her blood boiled more and more with every blocked punch. Her heart raced.
Vegeta sprang to his feet. His taunting laugh sent her into a level of angry that she had never been before. She stopped swinging. He stumbled backwards, his head still spinning from the kick. He could feel her power level pulsing.
"Let it soar."
He mumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders again.
"Let it go. Stop trying to control it."
"I can't do it, Vegeta!"
She shouted, shoving him.
"I think we are all aware of that now! I will never be able to do it!"
She stomped away from him, incredibly frustrated.
He could feel her level fluctuating quickly. The "need" inside of him to help her was screaming at him. How could he get her to let her level rise?
"Giana!"
"What?"
She spun around.
This was risky but...
"Remember that time I killed your boyfriend?"
She glared at him.
"Shut up, Vegeta!"
"It was meant for you!"
"I don't care!"
She yelled over her shoulder.
"When I was on Frieza's ship, I never once thought about you."
He lied.
"I had a wonderful time destroying populations of insects on vial planets though."
"You're pathetic!"
She yelled back at him again.
"Shit. How do I stop her?"
He muttered to himself.
"Ana!"
"Whaaat?"
She screamed at him.
"I..."
His words caught in his throat.
"I love you!"
"What?"
She squinted at him.
Yamcha's entire body shook.
"Relax. He knows what he's doing."
Goku patted his shoulder.
"I said, I love you, you impossible, ridiculous, cry baby, of a woman!"
Giana stomped back toward him.
"Don't even think about kissing me. You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, her hand smashed across his cheek. His head spun as he saw stars.
"How dare you!"
She growled.
"You may have never taken me for a quitter, Vegeta, but I never took you as a liar. Especially not one that would throw around 'love' without even batting an eye."
Shocked, Vegeta put his gloved hand against his throbbing cheek.
"I didn't..."
She slapped him again. This time on the other side.
"Do not toy with me, Vegeta. I will not hesitate to kill you the way you didn't hesitate to kill me."
Angry tears formed in her eyes.
"You've become an incredibly selfish, egotistic, pathetic excuse of a prince. Never, in my lifetime, would I have ever thought that you, an honorable, selfless, brave Saiyan warrior, the heir to the throne, my best friend, would have ever become so... so..."
"Handsome?"
He smiled, crossing his arms.
"Ugh!"
She huffed, shoving him again.
He stumbled backwards.
"You are impossible!"
She screamed.
"I hate you, Vegeta!"
His taunting laugh made her spiral into a dimension of anger that she never thought possible.
Vegeta watched her, wide-eyed, as her body pulsed. The ground around her shook.
"He did it!"
Goku watched.
"He did it!"
He shook Yamcha's shoulders.
Giana's dark hair flickered. Blonde. Black. Blonde. Black. Blonde.
"Tell me again."
The Saiyan prince grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Tell me how you feel about me!"
"I hate you!"
She screamed.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
Her now turquoise eyes glared at him. Her aura burned.
"What?"
She screamed again.
"You've done it."
He smiled at her.
"You've done it, Giana."
She examined the new glow around her. She was mesmerized.
"I did it..."
She managed.
"It feels good doesn't it?"
He watched her, proudly.
"I did it!"
She screamed, throwing her arms around Vegeta's neck, wrapping her legs around him, and knocking him to the ground.
Yamcha couldn't take it anymore. How could he be happy for her when it took that bastard to help her succeed? He stormed toward them. Goku reached for him.
"No!"
He raced toward his friend.
"Get off of me you crazy broad!"
Vegeta laughed, rolling her off of him and stumbling to his feet.
She took his offered hand before he hoisted her up to meet him.
"Vegeta!"
A voice behind him caught his attention.
He spun around just in time to catch Yamcha's fist with his jaw.
"Yamcha! What are you doing?"
Giana shouted, catching Vegeta as he stumbled.
"Stop!"
The Z fighter ignored her, swinging at Vegeta again. His wide eyes met the vicious onyx gaze of the Saiyan prince as he caught his fist.
"That was a terrible decision."
He grunted, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Vegeta! No!"
She held on to him tightly as he slung Yamcha like a rag doll.
"Goku! Help!"
Goku ran to Yamcha as he hit the ground with a loud thud.
"What are you thinking? Do you want to get yourself killed again?"
"Vegeta, stop. Please?"
She pulled on his arm.
"You cannot stop me, Giana. You've lost your concentration and your 'Super Saiyan' state."
He hissed, walking toward Yamcha, dragging her feet behind him.
She jumped in front of him.
"Stop! Look at me!"
She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.
"Please, Vegeta..."
Her terrified eyes searched his.
"Don't. Just this once..."
Vegeta looked up at Yamcha as he stumbled to his feet and back at the Saiyan woman. Goku watched him intently. His dark eyes never left the woman's. A bright blast flew from the prince's hand, landing at the feet of the Z fighter, tossing him into the air. Dust, dirt, and rock fell on top of him.
"Next time, I will not be so forgiving."
He shouted, his eyes still on hers.
"Next time I will kill you where you stand! Do you hear me you pathetic insect?"
"Fuck you, Vegeta!"
Yamcha coughed, brushing himself off.
"Thank Ana that you are still standing. If she hadn't been here, I would have blown you into the next dimension."
He huffed before pulling away from her and darting into the sky.
She looked at Yamcha.
"What in the fuck are you doing?"
She screamed.
"He almost killed you, Yamcha, and it would have been your own fault!"
"You always stick up for him!"
Yamcha shouted at her.
"You attacked him, from behind and without warning!"
She glared at him.
"Whatever you got, you deserved!"
"Fuck you too, Ana!"
His dark eyes glared at her.
"Forget our date tonight and forget this bullshit relationship, if you can even call it that! You train so much that I never see you anyway! Have fun with him!"
He flew as fast as he could, into the opposite direction of the prince.
"Wow..."
Goku looked at her.
"I guess there is never a dull moment when those two are on the same planet. They can be so childish!"
She rested her hands on her hips.
"But, you did it."
He smiled at her.
"You transformed!"
"I did, didn't I?"
She giggled.
"Hungry?"
Goku wrapped his arm around her.
"Starving!"
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"Mother fucker!"
Vegeta shouted, his fists pounding against the trunk of the large tree.
"I should have blown that pathetic waste of space to bits!"
If he wasn't steaming on the outside, he sure was on the inside.
How could he, the prince of all Saiyans, a feared warrior, a destroyer of civilizations, be so weak that he would let a woman control him? Had he really sunk this low?
"Son of a bitch!"
Vegeta shook his hand before examining his knuckles. Blood poured from his right hand.
"Shit."
He whispered to himself.
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"You broke up with her?"
Krillin shrieked.
"After she saved your life?"
He stared at his friend, wide-eyed and mouth agape.
"Boy, you're dumber than I thought."
"Thanks, Krillin!"
Yamcha glared at him."
"I appreciate that."
His sarcasm was thick.
"I didn't break up with her, I just told her to forget our date tonight. She pissed me the fuck off. Why does she constantly stick up for him?"
"She saved your life!"
Krillin stared at him in disbelief.
"This is twice now!"
Yamcha took another bite of his rice, glancing at her from across the patio.
"She doesn't even seem upset."
"That was your goal? To upset her?"
Piccolo asked, sitting down next to Krillin.
"She saved your ass and you wanted to hurt her. You're a real classy guy, Yamcha."
His taunting tone made the Z fighter grumble.
"Vegeta could kill you in an instant, we've all seen it happen. Without her, he would have killed you again today. You should be thanking her, not sitting here mad at her."
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Vegeta held his hand tight, trying his best to apply pressure to his open knuckles. Blood poured down his hands. He landed quietly, careful not to be noticed. Giana could feel his presence anywhere. She watched him as he slipped into the back door. Something was off about him. She took another sip of her drink and slowly made her way toward Vegeta.
She quietly closed the sliding glass door behind her before making her way up the stairs.
"Vegeta?"
She almost whispered.
A light popped on in the bathroom and the door slammed. She sighed.
"Vegeta?"
She tapped on the door.
"I don't need your help."
He grunted from the other side of the door.
She slowly pushed the door open.
"What's going on?"
"I'm fine!"
He almost shouted.
"Vegeta!"
She scolded him as she caught a glimpse of his hand.
"What happened? What did you do?"
"Leave it alone, Ana. It's fine."
He turned on the cold water before letting it cover his blood soaked hand.
"It most certainly is not fine! What happened, Vegeta? You're going to need stitches!"
Giana pulled his hand from the cold water and examined it.
"At least ten or more."
"It's fine."
Vegeta sighed.
"Come on. Let's get this stitched up."
She ignored him.
Her tiny hand slipped into his other as she pulled him down the hall to her room. His backside hit the bed as she gave him a shove. His onyx eyes watched her, digging for something in her top drawer. He couldn't help but notice her outfit she had worn to train this morning. A white tank top that hung down to her hips. By now, it was dirty from a long day of training but it hugged her perfect body. A black bra underneath that was almost seem perfectly through the white top. Black shorts. Shorts that were short enough to be underwear but tight enough not to care. Her long dark hair sat up on her head. tucked into an elastic band. What did Bulma call it? "Sex hair?" There was no doubt that it was exactly that. She hadn't spent a night in her room since she and Yamcha rekindled their relationship. Vegeta spent many nights, lying awake, waiting for her to come in. He would fall asleep waiting and wake in the morning, expecting to see her at breakfast, only to be disappointed.
He let his eyes move down her body as she dug through the drawer.
Vegeta bit his lower lip as he watched her.
"Easy boy."
He thought.
"Off limits."
"Here it is."
Giana held up a small box.
"This is going to hurt but..."
She slowly lowered herself down next to him.
"I think you can handle it."
Her smile lit up the room.
"Just do it."
He snorted, resting his chin in his palm and his elbow on his knee.
His heart skipped a beat as she placed his hand on her bare thigh. He glanced at her trying to keep himself under control.
"I'm so sorry."
She muttered.
"For whAAAAAAATTTT? Son of a bitch!"
He shouted as the needle and thread slid into his skin.
"I'm sorry! I told you this would hurt!"
She felt terrible for hurting him and her tone made it obvious.
"Mother fucker!"
He grunted, biting the knuckles on the other hand, trying to keep from screaming.
"I'm almost done! Just a few more!"
Her heart broke. She never wanted to hurt him but it had to be done.
"How did you do this anyway?"
"I punched a tree."
He managed.
"Why?"
Her attempt to get his mind of the pain was hardly working.
"Because I imagined it was your boyfriend."
He grunted.
"Vegeta..."
She scolded him.
"Done!"
His body pulsed as she brought his hand to her lips and planted a soft kiss across his wounds.
"All better."
"Thanks.
He watched her.
Green eyes darted up at him.
"What?"
"Did you just 'thank' me?"
She giggled.
He shrugged.
"I guess. Don't get used to it."
He turned away from her, embarrassed.
"Well,"
She kissed his wounds again.
"You are very welcome."
Their eyes locked. Vegeta could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His body longed for her. Her rose petal lips felt amazing against his skin. Her eyes sparkled as she searched him. He could almost see the passion she still had for him. The energy between them shifted. His wounded thumb caressed her skin as his hand still sat on her thigh.
In that moment her head and heart were in a raging battle. Her heart screamed, "Kiss him" and her head shouted for her to pull back. Chills covered her body as Vegeta's thumb grazed over her skin. The gentle look in his eyes made her heart pound. Her body trembled as Vegeta leaned into her, pressing his forehead against hers. He tried hard to control himself as her fingers trailed through his hair.
"Ana..."
He whispered.
His warm breath swirled against her skin. His nose brushed against hers.
"Stop, you fool!" His head screamed. "Off limits!" He tried to pull away from her. His body was frozen.
"Yeah?"
She managed.
"I regret every second of the last ten years."
He closed his eyes as his nose caressed hers again.
"I wish I could take it all back and give that time to you."
"Oh, Vegeta..."
Her fingers traced his cheek.
"I love..."
"Hey guys!"
Goku opened the door.
Vegeta and Giana sprang from the bed. She pulled open the drawer, putting away the First Aide Kit. Vegeta stood, in shock, staring at his hand, his body still trembling.
"Woah..."
Goku sensed the tension in the room.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yeah! Everything is fine!"
Giana smiled nervously.
"Right?"
She glanced at Vegeta.
"Sure."
He managed, clearly annoyed.
"Tien has the margarita machine going."
Goku gave her a playful look.
"If you two aren't busy..."
His gaze shifted to Vegeta.
"You should come get a drink or two. Especially you Vegeta. You look really tense."
Goku smiled before disappearing into the hallway.
Giana took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry."
She covered her face.
"For what? Nothing happened."
Vegeta wrapped his hand in gauze, careful not to look at her.
"Vegeta..."
She watched him avoid her. Was it worth the argument. Nothing had happened right?
"Never mind."
"Thanks again, Ana."
Vegeta slipped out of her room, down the hall, and out to the back patio.
"What was that about?"
Goku raised a playful eyebrow at her from the doorway.
"What?"
She tried to avoid his suspicious gaze.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
He smiled.
"Nothing happened. I stitched his hand."
She pulled a new shirt from the closet.
"That's it."
Goku chuckled.
"You can lie to me, Giana. Remember, you can't lie to yourself."
He followed after Vegeta, leaving Ana to her thoughts.
"You can't lie to yourself."
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