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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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"Don't make me do this, Yamcha!"

Goku shouted, standing between his friends.
"Let him try me, Goku!"

Krillin growled.

"He will be crawling home!"
"Shut your mouth! You started this and now I'm going to finish it!"

Yamcha yelled back.
"What in the hell is going on here?"

Vegeta watched the three men.
"Stay out of this, Vegeta!"

Yamcha never looked at the Saiyan prince.
"Fuck you, Yamcha! I didn't start a damn thing! You asked what I thought about your situation and I gave you my answer! It's not my fault you reacted like a little fucking kid!"

Krillin shook as he spoke.

"You are mad at yourself and taking it out on everyone else! That's not fair!"
Vegeta laughed.

"You both are ridiculous! Fighting over a woman? You both are more pathetic than I thought!"
"Fuck you, Vegeta!"

Yamcha threw a blast in his direction.
Vegeta stepped to the side, letting it hit the sliding glass doors, shattering them. Glass flew into the air, spraying Vegeta with tiny blades. The dust settled. Vegeta touched his cheek. He examined the blood on his fingers. He smiled a menacing smile. His dark onyx eyes seemed to darken as his gaze shifted to Yamcha.

"You just fucked up."

He muttered. His fists shook as he slowly walked toward the Z fighter.

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Giana jumped from the bed at the sound of shattering glass. She flew out of her room and down the stairs. The glass crunched under her feet.

"What in the hell?"

She ran out of the door.
Vegeta slammed Yamcha to the ground. His gloved hand was tight around his neck. The Saiyan tossed the man like a rag doll. He flew across the patio, crashing into the picnic table full of food.
"Vegeta! Stop!"

Giana ran at him, determined to stop whatever was going on.
"No!"

Piccolo grabbed her by the waist.

"I can't let you get hurt!"
"Let me go!"

She kicked.

"Vegeta, no!"

Piccolo struggled to hang on to the Saiyan woman as she kicked to get free. Her body and hair flickered, black to blonde, as she fought him. Yamcha flew from the table, tackling Vegeta to the ground. He punched him once, twice, three times. Vegeta kicked, sending Yamcha into the air. He hit the ground as Vegeta stumbled to his feet. Blood poured from his nose. He took the Z fighter by his collar, raising him to eye level. He gave him a cold stare before throwing him again. His body slammed in to Giana and Piccolo, knocking them to the ground. Piccolo lost his grip on her. She flew out of his hands. Vegeta grabbed the dark haired man again. He slammed him into the ground before tossing him again. He hit the hot grill with a loud scream.

"A, no!"

Piccolo ran after her.

Vegeta pulled Yamcha away from the hot coals and slammed him back onto the table. His fingers were tight around his throat.

"Are you ready to die again?"

His black eyes shot through Yamcha.
"Are you?"

He choked. His fingers extended out. He fumbled with the small paring knife Bulma had been using to cut fruit just minutes before. Finally, getting a grip on the handle, he swung.
"Yamcha! No!"

She screamed.
Vegeta gasped as the blade sliced into his side. He looked down. The orange handle was all he saw. He stumbled backwards before hitting the ground.
Giana slammed into the Z fighter. They rolled across the ground.

"What have you done?"

She screamed. Her fist slammed into his jaw. She shoved herself off of him before running to Vegeta. She pulled the prince into her lap. Her fingers trailed down his face.

"I'm so sorry."

She cried.

"I should have gotten here sooner."
"No!"

He growled. His lips began to quiver.

"I told you to stay upstairs."
"I know..."

Tears fell down her cheeks.
"You're so stupid..."

He managed. He grunted as a sharp pain shot through his side.
"I know."

She agreed.
"The doctor is on another call. He will be here shortly."

Giana overheard Bulma talking to Goku.
"Do we have that long?"

He squinted at her.
"The hospital is further than our doctor is. We can chance it if you want?"

She touched his arm.
Giana laid down next to Vegeta.

"The doctor will be here in just a little bit, ok?"

She ran her fingers through his hair.
His dark eyes searched her terrified face.

"And if I die?"
"You won't."

She answered quickly, giggling, trying to ease the situation.
"How do you know? You're no doctor."

He taunted her.
"Because you can't, Vegeta."

She scooted closer to him.
"I can. If it continues to hurt this badly, I think I want to!"

He tried to make a joke.
"Well, you can't, so forget that."

Her nose was almost against his.

"You can't because I need you here."
His dark dull eyes searched her face.

"You need me?"
She forced a soft smile at him through her tears.

"Like the air I breathe."

She whispered.
"Ana..."

He muttered.
"Yeah?"

She brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.
"I... I..."

He stuttered.
"Excuse me! Please back away!"

The doctor pushed through the crowd around them.
"Time to go."

Piccolo lifted her from the ground and away from Vegeta.
Vegeta's eyes never left hers as he was moved to the medical bed.

"I'll be there soon, ok?"

She smiled at him.

He nodded. His pale lips quivered.

She watched as he was wheeled down the patio and into the house.

Her attention quickly turned back to Yamcha. Her body and hair flickered again.

"What have you done?"

She screamed, charging at him, knocking him back to the ground. She grabbed him by the collar. "Why?"

She screamed again, her face hardly an inch away from his.
"I.. I didn't..."

Yamcha's body shook.
"If he dies, you're next!"

She shouted, throwing the Z fighter across the patio and running into the house, chasing after Vegeta and the doctor.

Goku glared down at his friend.

"Go home, Yamcha. If anything happens to him, I won't be able to stop her alone."

He spun on his heels and chased after the woman.
Yamcha looked around at his friends. Their once adoring and sympathetic eyes were now cold and angry. Krillin folded his arms. Bulma walked over to him. A crash of thunder rattled the ground. Rain poured from the sky.

"Come on."

She said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and helping him to his feet.

"Let's get you checked out and get you out of here for a while."
"I'm sorry."

He managed, blood still pouring from his nose and mouth.

"I didn't mean it."
"Yeah."

She replied, never looking at him, helping him into the house.

"What did you think was going to happen when you took a shot at Vegeta?"

He hobbled up the stairs.

"You're lucky neither of them killed you."
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"Miss. Giana?"

The doctor shook her shoulder. She jumped.
"Is he ok?"

She looked at the grey haired man, wide-eyed.
"He's heavily medicated. He's very lucky."

He motioned down the hall.

"You may go see him if you'd like."
Giana leapt from the chair and jogged down the hall. She stopped in the doorway to his room. Her heart broke. His pale lips were still quivering a bit. His usually hard face was soft as he slept. The soft beeping of the heart monitor sent chills down her spine. She quietly made her way to him, slipping into the chair at his bedside. She tangled her fingers into his. Hot tears swelled in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

She whispered.

"I'm so so sorry."

She pressed her forehead to his palm. Her body shook as she cried. She couldn't lose him now. She had only just found him again. He drove her absolutely crazy. Sometimes he could piss her off to an extent that she never thought was possible.

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"What is your problem now, Vegeta?"

Giana asked before popping another chip into her mouth.
"Shut up!"

He stomped down the patio.
"You, shut up!"

She threw a dinner roll at him, pegging him in the back of the head.
"Woman!"

He shouted, spinning around.

She giggled.

"Do you think that was funny?"

He stomped toward her.

"I could kill you!"

He slammed his fists down on the table in front of her.
She jumped to her feet, putting her face close to his. Her playful smile and glaring eyes made him even angrier.

"Do it."

She grunted sarcastically.
Vegeta held his breath trying hard to control his anger.

"Do not test me, Woman."

He muttered.
"Oooh."

She wiggled her fingers at him.

"I'm terrified, Prince Vegeta!"
His face flushed red.

Goku laughed as he stuffed another nacho into his mouth.

Vegeta huffed before turning on his heels and stomping away from her.
"He's ridiculous."

Goku chuckled.
"I know."

She laughed.

"Sometimes, I debate killing him or not."
"I heard that!"

Vegeta shouted over his shoulder, never turning around.

Goku and Giana both laughed.
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Vegeta watched her as she slept. His thumb rubbed the top of her hand. He squeezed her hand tight. The doctor tapped on the door before pushing it open.

"How are you feeling?"

He whispered.

Vegeta weakly raised his thumb.

"Good."

The doctor leaned over to look at Giana.

"She has been here for the last seven hours. She will be happy to see you're awake."

He gave Vegeta a warm smile. He checked the wound, adjusted his IV, and repositioned his oxygen mask.

"You're a lucky man."

The doctor winked at him before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The click of the door shutting startled Giana. She quickly sat up. Out of curiosity, Vegeta closed his eyes. How would she act if she thought he was still asleep? What would she say?
Giana brushed her hand over Vegeta's hair. She kissed his hand before letting it go. She stood from her chair and leaned over him.

"I'll be back."

She whispered.

"I promise."

Electricity shot through him as her lips touched his forehead. His eyes snapped open as she turned to leave the room. He caught her hand.
"Vegeta!"

She smiled. She sat on the edge of his bed.

"How do you feel? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."

He nodded. His voice was raspier than usual. He squeezed her hand.

"Ana?"
"Yeah?"

She leaned closer to him.
"Thanks."

He winced as the word left his mouth.

"Thanks for being here with me."
She smiled.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Vegeta frowned as he looked around at the bandages, tubes, and wires hanging off of him.

"Leave them alone."

She instructed.

"They're for your own good."

Her hand brushed his black spikey hair.

"Come on now..."

She slid into his bed and laid down next to him.

"Don't be upset, Vegeta. You'll be better soon."

She snuggled up to his side. He leaned his jaw against her. He started to doze off to the sound of her calm breathing. Her warm body against his made him shake. It had been a long time since he had felt this way. What was this? Was this love? Is this what it was like? He couldn't remember. He jumped as her fingers tangled into his. His skeptical eyes darted toward her.

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"You're set and ready to go."

Bulma bounced into the room with a stack of papers in her hand.

"Sorry it took so long. They had to do emergency surgery on Vegeta so..."

She never made eye contact with him as she handed him his discharge papers.
"No problem."

He took the papers and hopped off of the table. Bandages covered his back and the back of his arms. He winced.
"Here is your burn cream and some medicine to keep the pain away."

She handed a small white bag to him.

"Let's get you home."
Yamcha followed the blue haired woman out of the room and down the hall. He stopped at Vegeta's room. His mouth fell open as he examined the pair on the bed. Her fingers were tangled into his, her head rested peacefully against his shoulder, and her body was against his. The oxygen mask on his face fogged as he breathed, almost in rhythm with her. The Saiyan prince's jaw leaned against her hair. "What about me?" He thought. His chest ached as his heart broke. "What about us?"
"Come on, Yamcha."

Bulma interrupted, glancing into Vegeta's room. She pulled the door closed.

"Let's go."

Her heart broke for him. The defeat in his eyes took over. His shoulders fell and he looked down at his feet.

"Come on."

She tugged on his arm.

"Hungry? I'll make you some dinner."
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