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The Lost Saiyan	By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Two Months Later*

"It's Krillin's birthday, Vegeta. You have to go."

Giana leaned against the door frame.
"I don't 'have' to do anything."

He grunted from the bed as he thumbed through a magazine.
She sighed. He never looked up at her as she dropped down on the bed next to him. She took the magazine out of his hands and tossed it onto the desk in the corner of the room. His dark eyes shot up at her.

"Go with me."

She smiled.
"What?"

He squinted at her.
"I don't have a date."

She shrugged.

"Piccolo isn't sure if he can make it so he couldn't make a promise. I need a date. I can't go alone."
"Ana..."

He shoved himself from the bed.
"Please?"

She frowned. He spun around letting his eyes meet hers. She smiled a soft smile.

"I'd be honored if you'd go with me, Prince Vegeta."

Her sarcastic tone almost made him laugh.
He rolled his eyes as he shook his head. He let his palm catch his face as his head fell. The thought of having to go to another party made his head pound. Anything that got him closer to her was quite tempting though. He rubbed his forehead.

"What are you going to force me to wear?"
She smiled as she pushed herself to her feet. He jumped as her arms wrapped around him.

"Thank you."
"Just pick out another ridiculous outfit."

He growled.

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"Come on, man! It's my birthday!"

Krillin begged.
"I know."

Yamcha sighed.

"I'm trying really hard to be her friend but..."

He shrugged.

"I guess it's harder than I expected."
"Of course but it will get better. You know that."

He forced a smile at his long time friend.

"Don't bail on me now, man!"
"Fine!"

Yamcha rolled his dark eyes.

"I guess I can bring a date."
"Good!"

The short, bald, man patted his friend on the back.

"Bring anyone you want and as many people as you want. Bulma made enough food for the entire army!"
Yamcha laughed and shook his head.

"She always does."
"See ya, bud!"
"Later!"

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"This one?"

Giana held up a white button up.
"No."

Vegeta glared at her with his arms folded.
"That's the last one in here, Vegeta!"

Her shoulders dropped.
"Good. I don't want to wear any of that so I can't go."

He chuckled to himself.
Giana rolled her eyes and shuffled back through his clothes. She pulled out a white t-shirt, a pair of dark wash jeans, and a red pair of tennis shoes.

"Here."

She extended her arm, handing him the garments.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and took them.

"Fine."

He growled.
"You take a shower and get ready and I will be ready by the time you are."

She smiled before slipping out of his room and into hers. She dug through the drawers of her dresser before pulling out a black, silky tank top. She quickly yanked off the shirt she was wearing and slid the tank top on. It was a little loose but flowed nicely as she moved. Giana reached into her closet. She kicked off the leggings she wore. She slipped her feet into the legs of the dark denim. She examined herself in the mirror. Her silky top and the tightest pair of jeans she could find could only go best is paired with a pair of red, strap-covered, high heels. She released her mess of hair from the elastic band that held it at bay and shook it out. It fell perfectly on her shoulders. Her curls bounced as she walked.

"Vegeta?"

She softly tapped on his door.
"What?"

He grumbled from the other side of the wood.
"Ready?"

She turned the handle.
"Not at all but, I'm dressed if that's what you're asking."

He smirked.
She pushed the door open. Her teeth clenched together as she tried hard to keep her jaw from falling. The white tee hugged him in all of the right spots. His broad shoulders almost didn't fit into the fabric. His muscles flexed under the cotton as he rose from the bed.

"What?"

He asked, startling her.
"Nothing."

She took a deep breath.

"Let's go."
Vegeta followed her out of the bedroom, down the hall, and out of the door. He couldn't help but let his eyes scan her body. He squinted at her. The jeans she wore were tight enough to count as skin! He licked his lips. His heart skipped a beat as her hips swung in front of him.

"She did this on purpose."

He thought.

"She's trying to drive me insane."

He couldn't help but smile before kicking off of the ground soring into the sky after her.

"Two can play that game."

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"Hey! You made it!"

Goku hugged his friend.
"I promised, A, I would try. It wasn't easy but I'm here. Where is she?"

Piccolo looked around the crowded lawn.
"I know she's coming. She wouldn't miss this."

Goku glanced around.
"Where's Vegeta?"

The Namekian's eyes met Goku's.
The Saiyan Z fighter couldn't help but smile.

"I'll let you do the math."
Piccolo laughed and shook his head.

"Damn!"

He sipped his drink.

"She is always my date though!"
Goku smiled and shook his head.

"If I didn't know better, Piccolo, I would almost think that you were the one crazy about her."
"It's a good thing you know better."

Piccolo's amethyst eyes shifted to his drink.
Goku squinted at him.

"Yeah."

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Vegeta looked around the crowded lawn as his feet touched the ground.

"Why a hotel?"

He growled.
"So everyone could have a good time and not have to worry about driving home. It was Bulma's idea."

She smiled back at him.

"I thought it was a clever idea. There are more than two-hundred people here, Vegeta. It's not like they could all sleep at Capsle Corp. Let's go get our room keys."
Vegeta rolled his eyes as she tugged him along.

"Room keys?"

He grunted.

"I'm not sleeping in this dump!"
"Then sleep outside!"

She yanked him forward as she made her way to the desk.

"Giana, please? Also, Vegeta."

She looked back at him.
"Prince Vegeta."

He corrected her. She rolled her eyes.
"Here you are."

The counter clerk handed them their keys with a smile.
"Thank you."

She shoved they keys in her back pocket and made her way back to the lawn.
She shivered as his large, strong hand pressed against her lower back. Her green eyes darted up at him. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Do you want a drink?"

He smirked.
"Sure."

She nodded, trying her best not to sound flustered.
Vegeta slipped into the crowd, making his way to the bar.

"She will regret trying to tease me."

He thought, the smirk never leaving his face.

"I will see to it that she pays."

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"A! You're here! Where have you been?"

Goku scooped her up in a hug.
"Sorry I'm late. The prince couldn't find anything to wear."

She rolled her eyes.
"Is he your date?"

Bulma gave her a grin.
"He's fetching my drinks so you could say that."

She shrugged.
"I wanted to be your date."

Piccolo popped his bottom lip out playfully, throwing his arm around her shoulders.
"Oh! Don't be jealous!"

She giggled.

"You know you're the only warrior for me!"

She hugged him tight.
"You're too sweet."

He laughed.

"I'm going to dance. Care to join?"
"I think I'll mingle for a bit actually."

She smiled.
"Alright. I expect a dance tonight though!"

He laughed, chugged back the rest of his drink, and headed to the dance floor.
She shook her head as she watched him.

"How many is that now?"
"Seven."

Goku chuckled.

"Seventh drink so far."
"Sheesh!"
"Here."

Vegeta handed her, her bottle.

"Kakarot."

He nodded.
"Vegeta."

Goku nodded back with a smile.

He raised his eyebrow at Giana as he glanced down at the prince's hand wrapped snugly around her waist.
Giana's face flushed red as she sipped her beer. She winked at Goku before turning her attention back to the band that played on the stage, not wanting to even begin a discussion about it. She leaned against Vegeta, fitting perfectly against him. He pulled her a little closer. She leaned her head against him. The music slowed and couples took the dance floor. She smiled up at him, her green eyes sparkling.

"Fine."

He took her beer and sat it on the table. She smiled back at Goku as Vegeta led her to the dance floor. He winked at her.

Vegeta shivered as her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. They swayed softly to the rhythem. Giana softly sang along with the song as she glanced around the room.

"You look amazing."

He muttered gruffly.
Her green eyes darted up at him.

"Thank you."

She smiled.

"You look pretty handsome yourself."

He rolled his dark eyes.

"Hey!"

She frowned.

"You really do."

Her fingers toyed with his hair.

"You always do."
"Always?"

He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, Vegeta."

She blushed.

"Always."
He smirked. She pulled him down to her. He rested his forehead against hers. Her eyes closed as she continued to sing along with the song. Her warm breath swirled against his lips. He licked his lips. Being so close to her made his knees weak. He rubbed his nose against hers. His thumbs slipped under the fabric of her top before gliding against her skin. He massaged the dimples on her back. He could feel her muscles flex as they swayed. He pulled her against him. Her nails tickled the back of his neck.

"Ana?"

He whispered, never pulling away from her.
"Hmm?"

She twirled his hair with her fingers.
"I...Um..."

A lump rose in his throat.

"Get the words out you fool!"

His head screamed.

"I..."
"Hey, Ana!"

A bubbly voice rose from behind them.
Giana spun around.

"Hey! Yamcha.."

She slid her hands into her pockets. Vegeta could feel his body reel for her as her touch left him. His body felt cold.
"You know Demianna."

He gave her a smile, pulling his date closer.
"How could I forget you?"

She folded her arms.

"It's nice to see you with more clothing."

She raised a sarcastic eyebrow.
"Ana..."

Yamcha glared at her.
"What?"

She smiled at him before turning back to Vegeta. She glanced back at the Z fighter over her shoulder as took Vegeta's hands in hers and wrapped them back around her waist.

"If you'll excuse us, Yamcha, we are busy."
His heart shattered in his chest as she wrapped her arms around the neck of the Saiyan prince. Vegeta smirked at Yamcha and leaned his forehead against the top of Giana's. Yamcha and his date took a few steps back, dancing together. The music picked up a bit and the bass thumped hard.

"He's still looking at you."

He mumbled.
"Show off a little?"

She giggled.
"Ok."

He chuckled.

"Go with it, ok?"
"Oh no."

She laughed again.
Vegeta slid his hands into her back pockets and gave her backside a squeeze.

She gasped.

"Vegeta!"

She laughed.

He buried his nose against her neck. He glanced up at Yamcha who had almost stopped dancing as he watched the pair. Vegeta wrapped an arm behind her back and tipped her backwards. Giana winked at Yamcha before coming back up to Vegeta. Her entire body pressed against his. Her hips rocked against his, slowly, to the beat. He spun her around. Her back pressed against his chest. She moved with him.
"Woah! I've never seen this side of Vegeta before!"

Goku nudged Piccolo.

The Namekian was already watching the pair.

"Holy crap!"
Vegeta's bottom lip traced her ear as his hands ran down her waist, over her hips, and to her thighs. He squeezed as he brought his hands back up to her hips, revealing a bit of her tanned skin at her waist. Her fingers tangled into his and he spun her back to face him. He shivered as her lips grazed over his neck. Her electric fingers ran down his shoulders, chest, and hips. They never lost the rhythm of the bass.

"Easy, Ana."

He mumbled against her ear.
"Huh?"

She leaned back, looking into his dark onyx eyes. Their eyes danced. He let his orbs trace her lips. His fingers tangled into her hair as he cupped her face.

"Vegeta."

She whispered, nuzzling into his palm. He took a sharp breath and took her hand in his. He pulled her from the dance floor and toward the hotel lobby.
"What are you doing?"

She could hardly keep up with him.

"Vegeta!"

Her confusion was obvious and a bit humorous to him. He pulled her away from the crowd and into the hotel lobby.

"What are you doing?"

She asked again, looking around the empty hotel. Vegeta pulled his room key from his pocket and looked at the room number.

"How did you get that? It was in my pocket!"
"I took it when I put my hands in your pockets."

He answered, never looking at her. He pushed the return button on the elevator repeatedly.
"Where are we going and why?"

She tugged on his hand.
"Hush."

He growled at her. The elevator opened and he pulled her inside. His hands shook as he pushed the button for the top floor.
"Vegeta?"

She studied his face. He looked frustrated.

"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."

He ran his fingers through his hair as they waited for the doors to close. He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He licked his lips. His body shook. The doors closed and the elevator began to ascend.
"What are we doing?"

She asked softly. He glanced down at her. In a flash her back was against the wall of the elevator. She gasped.

"Vegeta?"
"Ana..."

He grunted as his body pressed against hers. He slid his fingers over her cheek and into her hair. He gave it a gentle tug. Her hands slipped under his shirt. He groaned as she touched his skin. He leaned his body against her.

"I can't resist this anymore."
"Vegeta..."

Her breathless tone shook him. His lips crashed against hers. Sparks seemed to dance between their lips. He pushed his tongue past her parted lips. She tasted sweet, just as she always had. His knees almost buckled as their kiss deepened. His free hand squeezed her ass again. They arrived on the third floor and the elevator doors began to open. He pulled away from her and leaned against the opposite wall. He grinned at her as Bulma and a man they had never seen before stepped on to the elevator.
"Hey!"

The blue haired woman was bubbly as usual.
"Hey."

Giana smiled.
"Are you ok?"

Bulma squinted at her.

"You look a little flushed."
"Oh! No! Not at all. I'm fine!"

She nodded.
"Are you sure?"

Bulma rubbed her shoulder.
"Mhmm!"

Giana glanced at Vegeta before smiling at her friend.

"I just need to lay down for a minute. Too much to drink."

She giggled, shrugging.
"Oh. Well, feel better soon and come down and meet my date!"

The doors opened up and Vegeta quickly got off of the elevator. He reached in and took Giana's hand, pulling her with him.
"Will do!"

She waved behind her as the prince pulled her down the hall.

"See ya later!"
He quickly shoved the key card into the slot and almost kicked the metal door open. He pulled her inside. Her back was against the door before it could even fully close. He tucked his arms behind her knees and lifted her from the ground. She kissed his neck as he carried her into the room. His hands shook as he opened the bedroom door. He kicked it closed behind him. He lowered her feet to the ground. He cupped her face, kissing her soft lips again. Her electric fingers slid under his shirt as she pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulder. She shivered as his hot breath danced along her skin. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder as he tugged at the button on her jeans. He unzipped the zipper. He brushed the straps to her top off of her shoulder. He kissed her soft skin. Her fingers slid down his chiseled chest and to his denim trousers. He groaned against her skin as she released him from his restraint.

"Ana?"

He muttered against her skin.
"Yeah?"

She leaned back to look at him.
"I..."

He bit his bottom lip as her sweet innocent eyes searched his face.

"I... Um..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, nervously.
"Vegeta."

He looked at her. She gave him a soft smile.

"I've missed you so much."

She whispered.
He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.

"I know, baby."

He planted a soft kiss against her lips. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to say it but, he couldn't. The words couldn't form. His body shook as their kiss deepened. Their tongues danced, taking in the familiar essence of each other. Her nails slid down his back. He gave a gentle tug to her hair.

"Easy..."

He grunted.

"Let me make love to you."
Her fingers hooked under his jeans as she slid them to the floor. He finished kicking them off. He kissed her shoulder and chest before dropping to his knees. His lips danced against her stomach. She was shivering from head to toe. He tugged her skin tight denim down to her ankles. He kissed her thighs. Vegeta pulled off her heels and tossed them to the floor. His dark eyes took in her matured beauty. She could almost see the wheel turning in his eyes. He tossed her jeans across the room.

"What was I thinking?"

He looked up at her with sad, onyx eyes.

"I should have married you when I had the chance."
"Vegeta."

She pulled him back up to meet her.

"I'm here now."

She smiled.

"Let's make the best of it."

She took his hands in hers and wrapped them around her. He lifted her from the floor and gently laid her down on the bed. He pulled her top off of her and flung it next to her jeans. He pulled the blanket up around his waist. She gasped as his length pressed against her. Feeling her so close, he groaned. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of her skin being a thin layer of cotton away from his. Her back arched as he reached under her, unclasping her bra. He gently slid the straps from her shoulders and finally, off of her. His eyes seemed to widen at the sight before him.

"You're incredible."

His raspy tone made her tremble. Her fingers slid under the elastic at his waist. He let her slide it down to mid-thigh before he wiggled the undergarment the rest of the way off. He grabbed the last piece of fabric that separated them and gave them a hard yank. With a rip, the garment shredded.
"Vegeta!"

She laughed.
He smirked at her before losing himself in her beauty. His lips brushed against her skin. He wrapped her legs around his waist. He didn't want to admit it but, he was nervous. More nervous than their first time. "What if I'm not what she remembers?" He wondered. He licked his lips as his onyx eyes met her green ones. She cupped his face as he examined her. His forehead pressed against hers.

"Ready?"

His voice shook as he whispered.
"I've been ready for the last ten years."

Her nose brushed against his.
He positioned himself over her. He kissed her as he slowly slid into her. They both groaned as he filled her to the core. Her nails bit into his back as he slowly rocked into her.

"Vegeta..."

She moaned as he tucked his nose under her chin.
"Mmm." He managed. His body shook as her warmth covered him. "Ana..." He kissed her. "Never again." He managed breathlessly. "Never again will I be without you." His heart soared. It pounded hard against his chest. The warm feeling, he had felt before, the one that brought tears to his eyes, filled him up again. Tears swelled in his eyes. He thrust into her a little faster.
Her fingers tangled into his.

"Vegeta?"

She could hardly speak.
"Hmm?"

He slowed his pace, looking down at her.
"I love you."

She didn't expect a reply.

"I always have."
He kissed her hard. His body shook as she called out to him. Her fingers slid into his hair. He leaned his forehead against hers. His groin tensed as he rocked. She wrapped her arms around him. He rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. Her hips moved. He could see her muscles flex under her skin. He licked his lips as he watched her. Her tanned skin was glowing as tiny beads of sweat dripped down her skin. She bit her rose colored, bottom, lip as she moved against him. Her long, dark, curly hair tickled his thighs as her head fell back. He squeezed her hips. Her nails bit into his chest and stomach. He groaned. Chills covered her body as she closed in on her release. He sat up to meet her. He wrapped his arms around her. He squeezed her backside.

"Together."

He muttered, kissing her neck. She nodded. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her forehead against his. She called out to him. Her body shook as she hit her release, hard. The sound of her brought on Vegeta's own. He held her tight as she took in every last drop of him.

Vegeta kissed her as her body shook. Her fingers trailed through his hair. Their hot breath swirled together as he rolled her back to her back. He kissed her again. She wrapped her arm around his waist as he pulled her closer to him. He kissed her forehead. Her head rested against his chest. The soft beating of his heart made her own heart flutter.

"Ana?"

He muttered, staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah?"

Her fingers tangled into his.
He swallowed hard. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn't the words make it out? He felt it. He meant it with everything inside of him. He brushed her hair away from her face.

"I..."

He licked his lips.

"I love you."
She lifted her head to look at him. His onyx eyes slowly met hers.

"You do?"
He nodded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

She leaned forward and kissed him.
He pulled her body against his. She tucked her nose against his neck. He twirled her hair in his fingers. This felt right. This felt better than anything else he has ever experienced. If he was holding her, he was holding the universe.

"I don't ever want to be without you again."

He whispered.

"You should have been my princess long ago."

Her silence made him nervous.

"Ana?"

He shook her a little. She sighed sleepily and squeezed him tight. He smiled, made himself comfortable, and drifted off to sleep with the universe at his fingertips.
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