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The Lost Saiyan	By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2587 -:- 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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"Morning!"
Giana smiled at the group of hung over men at the picnic table.
They all groaned.

"How are you so happy this morning? Did you get some or something?"

Krillin let his face fall into his folded arms.
"Excuse me?"

She laughed.

"And who would I be 'getting some' from? Myself? That's not even as fun!"

She popped a grape in her mouth.
"I meant, Yamcha, but..."

He perked up.

"You're right. Doing it yourself sucks and not in the good way."
"Yamcha? I was here last night. I never went to his house. Although, I probably should. I really should apologize to him."

She frowned.
"He slept upstairs, Ana."

Goku gave her a confused look.

"Wasn't he with you?"
"No?"

She popped another grape in her mouth.

"Poor guy is probably as miserable as all of you look."

She shook her head at them.

"I'll go wake him up."

She winked at the group before quickly making her way back inside.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she justified the way Vegeta acted. She could easily justify his threats toward Yamcha. That, though, wasn't the point. Yamcha was her boyfriend and she should have supported him, listened to his concerns, and tried to understand his anger. There were two other rooms in the hall where she and Vegeta slept.

She opened the first one. No one.

She started to open the second.
"Ana?"

Yamcha's voice caught her attention as he stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
"Hey."

She flashed him a soft smile before making her way to him.

"How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok I guess."

He let her kiss his cheek.

"What are you doing?"
"I was looking for you. Why didn't you come to my room last night, Yamcha? It would have been nice to get some extra time with you. Especially after our argument yesterday."

She kissed is shoulder.

"I'm sorry, baby. "

She kissed him again.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you. I should have listened to you."

Her lips pressed against his back as she moved behind him.
"You just don't listen to me, Ana."

He sounded defeated.
"I know, baby. I'm so sorry."

She kissed his neck and then ear.

"Why don't we go to your room and I can show you how sorry I am."

She let her tongue slide up his ear.
"Ana..."

Yamcha pulled away.
"Come on."

She winked at him, tugging him toward his room.

"I'll be gentle."

She joked, reaching for the handle.
"No..."

He pulled away from her.

"Stop it!"

He shoved her hand away from the door handle.

"It's not going to be this easy, Ana! You really hurt me yesterday. It'll take more than sucking my dick to get me back!"

Yamcha slipped into his room and slammed and locked the door.
"What in the hell?"

She stood there, stunned.
"Shut down..."

Vegeta's raspy voice bellowed behind her.

"That's unusual. He's usually a sex crazed womanizer. What did you do to him?"
"Not today, Vegeta."

She rolled her eyes at him.

"I take it you're feeling much better."
"I guess."

He flung his towel around his neck.

"Training today. We never skip. Even hung over."
"I'll be there, Vegeta."

She sighed, leaning against her bedroom door.

"I may be a little late."

She looked at the door that had just been slammed in her face.
"Suit yourself."

He grumbled, slipping into the bathroom and turning on the water.
Giana opened her door and shut it quietly behind her. She slipped out of her night clothes and into a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She tugged on her sneakers and pulled her hair up.

Yamcha had always been more than willing to talk through their arguments. Why the sudden change? Had she finally pushed him past his breaking point? Was he finally done with her? Had she lost him for good? She sighed as she fell back on her bed. She heard the door across the hall close. She jumped from the bed and ran to the hall.

"Yamcha."

He looked back at her.
Dammit she was beautiful.

"What?"

He glared at her.

"Shouldn't you be training with Vegeta today?"
"I thought maybe we could spend the day together. Just you and me. I think we need it."

She smiled an apologetic smile at him.
He sighed.

"Come on."

He held out his hand.

"I know a place."
She took his offered hand and let him lead her out of the house.
"Hey guys! Hungry?"

Goku offered a bowl of fruit.
"We are headed out actually."

Yamcha squeezed her hand.

"Catch you guys later."
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Vegeta rolled his eyes as he imagined the lame date he would take her on. Breakfast and a stroll through the park? "That's probably his type." He thought. "She will probably sleep with him." He tried hard to push the thought out of his mind. "Then I will have to smell him on her when she comes back to train." His stomach churned. Jealousy rose in him. "Disgusting parasite. What does she even see in him?" He wondered.
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"How do you stand it?"

Yamcha asked as he handed her an ice cream cone before taking his own.

"You just let Vegeta and Goku kick the crap out of you day after day?"
"Not really."

She licked the frosty treat.

"I don't let them but every now and then, they get a lucky swing in on me."
"I can tell. Nice bruise."

He poked her cheekbone.
"Thanks."

She laughed sarcastically.

"I like to think of them as battle wounds. It makes me sound cooler."
"I have a few of those."

He pointed to the long scar across his eye and down his cheek.
"We all do."

She wrapped her arm around his waist.
He brought his ice cream to his mouth. Without hesitation, Giana slapped the bottom of his cone, smashing it against his mouth, nose, and eyes. He gasped. He stood there, frozen and silent.

"Uh oh."

She giggled.
"You better run..."

He growled playfully.
She screamed before darting into the air. He quickly chased after her.

"You won't get away from me, Ana!"

He shouted, gaining on her.
Giana hit the ground running.

"Goku!"

She screamed, running for her friend.

He caught her as she ran at him

"What's going on? Are you ok?"
"Not for long!"

Yamcha chased after her.
"What did you do?"

Goku looked down at his fellow Saiyan.
"Nothing!"

She laughed.

"What makes you think I smashed an ice cream cone in his face?"

She shrugged.
"Give me the girl, Goku!"

Yamcha raised a playful eyebrow at her as she peeked over Goku's shoulder.
"If you do the crime, you have to take the punishment."

Goku looked back at her before stepping out of Yamcha's way.
"Shit!"

She ran.
Vegeta's ears caught her scream. He froze listening closer. It was definitely her. He ran for the patio as fast as his feet could carry him. He sprung over the gate and made his way around the pool just in time for her to run past him. Yamcha dove at her. He caught her waist, tackling her. She screamed as they both landed in the pool with a large splash, covering Vegeta with water. Goku, Krillin, Piccolo, and Tien laughed. Although, Vegeta wasn't sure what was more entertaining to them. Giana and her moron boyfriend's shenanigans or the obviously annoyed and wet prince.

Giana's head popped above the water.

"No!"

Yamcha came up, catching her legs and lifting her up on his shoulders.

"That'll teach you!"

He laughed up at her.

"Hold your breath!"
"Don't!"
It was too late, the Z fighter sank into the water, taking her with him.

"Jerk!"

She shouted, gasping for air.
"I told you to hold your breath!"

He laughed, brushing the hair from her face. He cupped her face, kissing her hard.
"Ana!"

Vegeta shouted, catching her attention.
"What?"

She shouted back.
"We have work to do."

He crossed his arms.

"Did you plan on showing up today?"
"Come on, Vegeta. Don't be such a buzzkill!"

She splashed water at him.

"Come in."
Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"Get out of the water. We have work to do."

"Get into the water and forget work for the day."

She mocked his tone.

He raised an annoyed eyebrow at her.

"Don't make me come get you."

She raised an eyebrow back at him.

He turned to stomp away. She put her finger to her mouth. Yamcha nodded, as she slipped away from him quietly. She rose out of the pool. She powered up, knowing this fight would not be an easy one. In a flash she darted toward the Saiyan prince. She tackled him to the ground. He hit the dirt hard.

"What are you doing?"
"Get in that water!"

She shouted, trying her best to pin him to the ground.
"No!"

He fought back.

"You're wet! Get off of me!"
"Get in the pool, Vegeta!"

Her knees dug into his wrists as she pinned his arms down. She let her hair fall into his face.
"Ah! Stop it, Ana!"

He wiggled under her.
"Get in the pool."

She squinted at him.

"Promise you will and I'll let you go."
"Fine! Now get off of me!"

He grunted.
"Say it! Promise me!"

She taunted.
"I promise! Get off!"
Giana gripped his hands in hers. She rolled off of him, pulling him with her. Just as she expected, he tried to pull away as soon as he felt free. Her grip was too tight. She wasn't about to let him go.

"Let's go, Prince Vegeta!"

She pulled him to the edge of the pool. Goku, Krillin, and Tien ran at the pair.
"Don't help her!"

Vegeta shouted at them.
"I don't need their help."

She flashed him a mischievous smile before pulling him hard against her and falling back into the pool. Vegeta gasped as his head popped above the water.
"Bitch!"

He shouted.
"You know you love it."

She giggled, wrapping her arms around Yamcha's neck.
Goku, Krillin, and Tien jumped in, splashing Vegeta even more. Goku came up, took a breath, and went back under. Giana screamed as she was lifted out of the water and tossed across the pool at Vegeta. They both went under as she landed on him.

"Tossing me is not a game!"

She laughed.
"Oh but I think it is."

Vegeta lifted her before tossing her toward Goku.
She caught Goku's neck.

"Throw me now and your head comes with me!"

She held him tight.
Yamcha grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. His forehead rested against hers.

"I love you."

He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear amongst all of the hustle and bustle around them. Giana smiled.
Vegeta glared at the pair. He pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool.
Yamcha tugged Giana out of the pool.

"My place?"

He kissed her. She nodded, slipping her fingers into his before disappearing into the sky.
Vegeta stomped up the stairs.

"Hey handsome."

Bulma smiled at him as she patted down her hair.
"You look like you just got laid."

Vegeta answered angrily, hardly glancing at her.
"Maybe I did."

She shot back.
"This is the part where he never calls back."

Vegeta growled before slamming his bedroom door behind him. He tugged off his wet clothes and tossed them into the basket of dirty laundry. He slipped on his clean dry clothes before falling onto his bed. He sighed.

"And she is gone again."

His fingers shook as they ran through his hair.

"With him... He's touching her. He is kissing her. He has her heart."

He let his head fall into his hands.

"Son of a bitch."

His shoulders shook as a mixture of anger, envy, and sadness flooded over him. He sobbed into his palms. For so long he had tried to be strong. He had tried to keep his distance. He did his best to be her friend and nothing more. Could he handle it? Could he keep on this way? The struggle and stress of it all weighed down on him like a ton of bricks. That day, in her room, touching her, feeling her skin against his, her loving eyes, and caring tone. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her into his arms, hold her close, make up for all of the time he had lost with her. His heart and body reeled for her. Every touch, every smile, every time his eyes met hers... His heart ached. He felt like he was going crazy. He hadn't needed anyone for the last ten years until now. He needed her.
"Hey, Vegeta."

Bulma pushed open his bedroom door.

"Are you ok?"
"Get out."

He quickly wiped his cheeks.
She sat down next to him on the bed, resting her hand on his back.

"Is it Giana?"
"Get off of me!"

He shoved her hand away from him.
"You know, I've liked you for a long time, Vegeta."

She scooted closer to him. She rested her cheek against his shoulder.

"I know there's nothing between us but, maybe I can cheer you up?"
"Stop it."

Vegeta rubbed his hands through his hair.
Bulma leaned in close and kissed his neck.

"Just pretend I'm her."

Her tongue slid up his ear.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and tossed her back against the bed.

"To be clear..."

He pulled off his shirt.

"There is nothing between us. You are nothing more than a way for me to let out my frustrations. Don't talk. Don't touch me. This means nothing."

She smiled, nodding.
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Yamcha's back hit the bed before Giana climbed on top of him. His body shook as her warmth slid down his rock hard length. Her hips rocked against him.

"Oh baby..."

He groaned.

"I love you."
Giana bit her bottom lip and let her head fall back.
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Vegeta buried his face against Bulma's neck. The image of the dark haired Saiyan woman flashed behind his closed eyes. He tried to put her out of his mind as he thrust harder into the woman under him. She called out to him, making his skin crawl.

"Shut up."

He breathed.
"I can't help it."

She managed.

"You feel so good."
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Yamcha rolled her to her back, catching his own pace. Her nails ran hard down his back. He winced and thrust harder. His forehead rest against hers. Her fingers tangled into his hair.

She called his name. He kissed her hard as she quickly reached her climax. The sound of her breaking point, broke Yamcha. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck, back, and chest. Her skin glistened as the rays of sunshine lit up the room. Her legs tightened around him.

Together, they released, calling to each other. He breathed hard, giving her every last drop of himself. He kissed her forehead before rolling off of her. He pulled her to him.

"I love you, Ana."
"Mmm."

She kissed his shoulder.
"Can I ask you something?"

He managed, still trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah."

Her arm slid around his stomach.
"If I asked and I swore to try my best to control my jealousy, would you... Would you be with me?"

He stuttered, nervously.
"I am with you."

She looked up at him.
"I mean..."

His dark eyes searched her face.

"I mean, forever."

He held his breath, terrified of the answer.
She sat up, never taking her eyes off of him.

"Are you asking now?"
"No. No."

He corrected.

"If I did... Would you say,'yes'?"
She smiled down at him.

"I guess you'll eventually find out."

His lips trembled as she kissed him.
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Vegeta pulled on his pants and tossed Bulma her shirt. He wanted nothing more, in that moment, than a shower. He didn't want to smell like that woman any longer. He grabbed his towel and opened the bedroom door.

"I trust you can let yourself out."

He growled.
"When are you going to admit it, Vegeta? You really do like me or you wouldn't sleep with me."

Bulma smiled from the bed.
"I sleep with you because it's easy."

He grunted before slamming the door.
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"I'll see you later."

Giana smiled, her lips brushing against his forehead.
"I'll miss you while you're gone."

Yamcha frowned.
"Oh! Hey! I don't think I'll be able to come back tonight."

She tugged on her clothes.

"I know as soon as I get back, Vegeta will want to train and there's no telling when he will let me go after throwing him in the pool this morning."
"Tell him you have to go! Don't let him boss you around, Ana."

He sat up.
"It's alright."

She buttoned her pants.

"I don't really want to leave early. I need to train. I need to get stronger. I need to learn to control my power level."
Yamcha rolled his eyes.

"Goku can't help you?"
"I made a commitment to Vegeta, Yamcha. I have to fulfill it!"

She tied her sneakers.
"What about your commitment to me? Your boyfriend!"

He almost shouted.
"Hey!"

She shot an annoyed look at him.

"You just finished saying you weren't going to get jealous. It's training!"
"You're right."

He sighed, trying to relax.

Her gentle fingers brushed through his hair.
"I'll miss you."

She kissed his forehead.

"I'll try to see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Alright."

He frowned.

"I love you."
"Promise?"

She smiled at him.
"I swear."

He hugged her tight before she slipped out of his room.

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"Back already?"

Vegeta smirked at her as she reached for the handle of her bedroom.
"I promised I'd be back to train."

She smiled at him.

"I never break a promise."
He crossed his arms at her.

"Shower first. You reak of him."
Giana rolled her eyes at him.

"You still have Bulma's lipstick on your neck so I don't want to hear it."
"What?"

He touched his neck. He rubbed as hard as he could.
"Give it up, Prince Vegeta."

She laughed, opening her bedroom door.

"It's a lip stain. That's not coming off without remover."

He looked at her wide-eyed and a little confused.

"Come on."

She opened her door.

"I have some on the vanity."
Vegeta watched her as she collected a bottle and a ball of cotton from the table. She dipped the ball in the liquid of the bottle and reached for his face.

"Hold still. There is more on here than I thought."

Chills coved his body as she gently wiped at the red lipstick on his cheek, neck, and shoulder.

"I didn't know you and Bulma were an item."
"We aren't."

He answered quickly.
"Oh..."

She sounded confused.

"Then why are you two... Um..."
"I don't ask you about your sex life, Ana."

He did not want this conversation to go any further than it had to.
"Sorry."

She whispered.
"Let's skip today. I really don't feel well."

Vegeta said, hanging his head.
"Are you still hung over?"

She looked at him, worried.
"I guess."

He muttered.
Giana carefully dabbed at the red lipstick on the top of his shoulder. Vegeta tried hard not to look at her, terrified that he wouldn't be able to control himself. Her fingers were warm on his skin. His hands trembled. He could feel her breath on his shoulder.

"There you go."

She stepped back and examined him, looking for any spots she may have missed.
"Thanks."

He forced a bit of a smile.
"Yeah."

She smiled back.

Silence fell over them. Her heart pounded in her ears.
"I'll see you later."

Vegeta managed.
"K."

She whispered.

Vegeta slipped out of her room. Something inside of her wanted to run after him.

"Wait!"

She surprised ever herself.
"Yeah?"

He looked back at her.
"Hungry?"

She shrugged, not knowing what else to say.
"I guess."

He squinted at her.
"Come on then."

She smiled.

"Let's get lunch."
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