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The Lost Saiyan	By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Giana patted her dress down as the wind caught it slightly. The royal blue silk clung to her curves. Yamcha's mouth fell open as he examined her. Her long dark hair hung down her back and shoulders. The soft curls flowed with the breeze. She searched the crowd nervously.

"Are you kicking yourself in the ass yet?"

Krillin nudged his friend before taking a large drink of his margarita.

Tien chuckled.
Goku grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd.

"Don't be so nervous! These are a lot of our friends. They are all great."

He whispered against her ear.

"If you're still nervous, stay by me."

Giana immediately wrapped her arm around Goku's like a shy child would cling to his mother’s leg. Goku laughed.

"I've got ya."

He winked down at her.

"Tien! Get this girl a drink!"
Vegeta watched her intently as she examined the crowd of people. She never was good with social gatherings. He chuckled as he reminisced. Every ball he had taken her to she had embarrassed herself somehow. He found it endearing. She found it mortifying. He loved her imperfections. He loved that she didn't pressure him to be perfect.

"Hey you! Why are you over here all by yourself?"

Bulma dropped down next to him.

"Come dance with me!"

She tugged on his arm.
"Fat chance."

He mumbled into his glass.
"You and I had such a good relationship before SHE showed up. Do you like her or something?"

The blue haired vixen moved in front of his view.

"You don't like anyone so, why her?"
"Woman, get out of my face!"

He glared at her.
"You do like her!"

Bulma crossed her arms.
"Stop!"

He growled, shoving himself away from the table.
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Goku handed her a glass.

"Try it! If you don't like it, I'll drink it."

He laughed.
"What is it?"

She smelled the glass' contents. Her nose tingled.
"It's alcohol."

He laughed.

"You've never had it before?"

She shook her head.

"You better take it easy then."

He laughed again as she took a sip. Her mouth froze and head spun.

"Are you ok?"
She nodded.

"It's cold."

Her body shivered.

"But good."
"Good! Want to dance?"

He started to pull her to the dance floor.
"No! Goku, I can't!"

She pulled him back.

"I don't know how. Not like this..."
"You said you couldn't go Super Saiyan too and you did."

He tugged on her again.

"Try!"

She gave in and let him pull her to the dance floor.

"Just move with the music."

He instructed.

Giana followed his lead, eventually catching the beat. Her hips swayed with the bass.

"There you go!"
Yamcha looked down at Krillin.

"Punch me."
Krillin laughed at the defeated look on his friend's face.
"Punch me as hard as you can."

He begged.
"Punch him!"

Tien mocked the Z fighter.
Vegeta's head spun as he tipped back another shot. Jealousy boiled through him as he watched Goku with her. He was positive, in Goku's mind, it was an innocent encounter. He was just trying to get her to loosen up but he couldn't help but hate him. His hands on her hips as she wiggled. The royal blue dress flowed with her. Her tanned skin was glowing, even in the darkness of the patio. Piccolo smiled at her as he tried to make his way through the crowd. Vegeta chuckled as she grabbed a hold of his arm. He tried to pursuede her to let him go with no success. Her curls bounced as she danced between the two men. Her smile seemed to light up the night. Goku leaned in and whispered against her ear. Vegeta glared at him. She nodded and Goku was gone. She pulled Piccolo closer to her. The Namekien looked as uncomfortable as she first did but he tried to keep up with her as she shook her hips. Vegeta tried hard not to laugh as she shoved her glass in his face, forcing him to take a drink.

"She's loosening up."

Goku sat down next to Vegeta.

"If she keeps doing that though, Piccolo will be drunk in no time."

He laughed.

"Why don't you go dance with her?"

He shot the Saiyan prince a taunting glance.
"Me?"

Vegeta huffed.

"Yeah right."
"Come on, Vegeta. I know you used to dance with her on Planet Vegeta! Dance with her here!"

Goku tried hard to persuade him.

"Besides, I think Piccolo needs a break."
Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the swaying Nemekien.

"He looks drunk already."
"I think he is."

Goku laughed.
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"Ask her to dance, man!"

Krillin shoved the Z fighter.
"No way! Not after earlier! You ask her!"

Yamcha couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Fine!"

Krillin slammed his drink down on the table and pushed into the crowd.
"Krillin! No! I was kidding!"
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Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine here."
"Vegeta, you know she wants you to."

Goku took another sip of his drink.

"I thought you'd want to be close to her since you kissed her upstairs."
Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. He choked on his drink. He coughed, sending the alcohol spraying across the table.

"What did she tell you?"
"Nothing!"

Goku shoved a handful of chips into his mouth.

"I guessed! It wasn't hard to from the way you were both acting!"

He swallowed.

"Don't get upset about it! She really cares about you."
"I didn't kiss her."

The prince grunted.
"Then you almost kissed her."

Goku laughed, pointing at him before shoving another chip into his already full mouth.

"Same thing! All I ask is that, whatever happens, happens when Yamcha isn't in her life romantically. We don't need any more accidents like the one that happened eleven months ago."

The dark haired man gave the prince a stern look before slipping back into the crowd.
"Accident?"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"That was no accident."

He chuckled to himself.
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Giana screamed as Goku wrapped his arms around her.

"My turn again!"

He smiled.

The music slowed. Her fingers slid behind his neck as his hands rested on her hips.

"Let me lead."

She nodded. She looked down at her stumbling feet, trying to watch Goku's.

"Back at me."

He tilted her chin to look at him.

"Relax."
"I'm trying."

She took a deep breath.
"Ana..."

A familiar voice shook her.

"Don't act like you can't dance this slow. I know you can."

Her green eyes met Vegeta's dark ones.
"I guess it was different with you."

She shrugged.
"You can teach her to fight but not dance, Kakarot?"

His white button up shirt hung loosly around his broad shoulders. The top button was unbuttoned. The top of his chisled chest peeked out. The shirt was tucked into his trousers. Vegeta shoved his hands in the pockets of his black dress pants.
"I guess so, Vegeta. Why don't you try? Show me."

Goku smiled at him as he spun her into his arms.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.

"Let's show them how it's done."

He let his strong arms slip around her waist as he pulled her against him. Her hands rested on his shoulders as they began to sway. She leaned her forehead against his chest and let her eyes close. He smelled amazing. Like a fresh shower. It was the best he had smelled since she had arrived on Earth. His usual sweat and body odor was nowhere to be found as he held her. Their bodies moved in sync as they danced. His jaw rested against her temple.

"You look amazing."

His raspy voice shook her.
She looked up at him with loving eyes.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Prince Vegeta."

She teased.
"About what happened upstairs... Ana..."

He began.
"Nothing happened, right?"

She stopped him.
"Right."

He nodded.

"I'm still sorry. I don't mean to put you in a position to be unfaithful to Yamcha."
"Wow."

She studied his face.

"You called him by his name."
"Shut up."

His face flushed a shade of pink.

"Just dance with me."

He pushed her head against his chest.

The music picked up. Vegeta let go of her and stepped away.
"Wait!"

She caught his hand.

"Where are you going?"

Vegeta squinted at her.

"The music didn't stop! It just changed! Dance with me!"
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"I would be careful toying with her, Yamcha. She's not the kind of girl you're used to."

He took a large gulp of his drink.

"If you yo-yo too much, she will be gone for good."
Yamcha glared at him.

"I'm not toying with her, Goku. I'm just sick of this shit."

He motioned to Vegeta and Giana on the dance floor. She bounced around him. He was clearly uncomfortable. She grabbed his hand and spun herself under his arm. She tried to spin him but, he was not having it. Piccolo, dancing next to him with a tall brunette nudged him, trying to coax him into the spin. Vegeta rolled his eyes and let her spin him.
"They are friends, Yamcha. You can accept that or you will have nothing but problems."

He looked at his friend sternly.
Yamcha glared at the pair again.

"Fuck it."

He tipped his glass back and downed the rest of his whiskey.

"I'm going to dance!"

He slammed his glass down and made his way into the crowd of people.
"He's drunk."

Krillin watched his friend.
"Yeah."

Goku agreed.
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Vegeta couldn't help but smile as his "should be" princess danced in front of him. She waved Goku over. The Saiyan made his way to her, Vegeta, Piccolo, and the brunette that hung on to his arm. She snuck an arm around Tien who was dancing solo close by and pulled him into the group. Krillin found his way into the crowd and was quickly yanked over by Goku. Even Bulma, the birthday girl, joined after flirting with the bartender. Vegeta had never been so comfortable in an uncomfortable situation. Giana oozed confidence that effected everyone she came into contact with. Goku laughed as she bumped her hip against his.
Bulma wiggled against Piccolo.

"Come on, Green Man!"

She smiled.

"Dance with me!"
The strong scent of alcohol radiated from the crowd. Krillin was the first to give up.

"I'll see you guys later."

He managed through green lips.

"I need to lay down."
The flashing lights around them made Vegeta's head spin. He grabbed a hold of Goku, trying to steady himself.

"Woah!"

He caught Vegeta's arm.

"You need to lay down too."

He laughed.
"I'm ok!"

He grunted as he got his footing. Goku's image in front of him shook into two.

"Maybe I do need to lay down for a minute."

He closed his eyes tight, trying to focus. The room around him spun faster.
"Hey, A!"

Goku touched the Saiyan woman's shoulder as she and Bulma bounced in front of the Namekian.

"Will you take him upstairs and let him lay down. He's drunk."

He laughed.
"Sure!"

Giana pulled Vegeta's arm around her shoulder and led the Saiyan prince inside.

"Easy."

She held him tight as they slowly made their way up the stairs.
"I'm fine."

Vegeta grunted.

"I don't need your help."
"Fine!"

She let him go.

"Be that way!"

Vegeta held on to the railing as tight as he could. The stairwell spun and so did he. Giana caught him before he could fall.

"See?"

The pair continued up the stairs.
"I'm going to vomit."

Vegeta managed, covering his mouth.
"Hold it in until we get to the bathroom. We're almost there."

She looked up at him wide-eyed.

"Do not puke on me."

They rounded the corner into the bathroom. Vegeta hit his knees in front of the toilet and released the alcohol. Giana brushed one hand through his hair and, with the other, rubbed his back.

"Let it out, Sweetheart."

Her gentle tone was calming. He heaved again. She leaned her forehead against his back.
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"Where are they?"

Yamcha stumbled toward Goku.
"Vegeta is drunk. I had her take him upstairs to lay him down before he passed out right here."

Goku caught his friend's arm.

"You're clearly drunk too. Why don't you go up with them? I'm sure Bulma won't mind."

He turned to the blue haired woman.

"Do you mind if Yamcha crashes here?"
"Not at all. You can stay in my room with me."

She winked at him over her glass.
"I wouldn't do that but you can go up, pick a room, and crash. You need to sleep this night off.
"I need to find my fucking girlfriend."

Yamcha growled.
"Easy, man! I'm sure she's up there getting Vegeta laid down and she will be right back."

Goku patted his friend's back.

"Go dance! Enjoy the party but, I don't think you need any more to drink."
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"Just lay down, Vegeta!"

Giana pushed him back against his bed. She pulled off his shoes before covering him up.
"No."

He mumbled.

"Hot."

He batted at the blankets.

She pulled them back down.

Vegeta hooked his fingers around the opening of his shirt and yanked it open.

"Sheesh."

She shook her head at him.

"Close your eyes. Sleep now. You'll feel better in the morning."

She kissed his forehead as he closed his eyes.

"Good night." She whispered.
"Ana..."

He caught her hand, never looking at her.
"Yeah?"

She rose from the bed, ready to leave him be for the night.
"Thank you."

He mumbled.
"For what?"

She laughed.
"Loving me."

He almost whispered.
She smiled down at him as he sank into the bed. His grip on her hand loosened and he began to snore. "Of course." She whispered, planted another kiss on his forehead, and slipped out of the dark room and into hers.
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