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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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Everyone froze as the dirt covered woman landed in the middle of the dance floor.
Goku glanced at Krillin and Krillin gave him a nod before they both moved into their fighting position.
She tossed the man around her shoulders to the ground. Ana wiped dry blood from her nose, still catching her breath. She took the drink out of Piccolo’s hand and slowly let it drizzle onto the sleeping man.
Yamcha gasped and covered his face.
“I’m awake!” He shouted. “Stop!”
The woman giggled as she finished off the glass on the top of his head.
“Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I didn’t hear you!”
His dark brown eyes glared up at her.
“What is your name?”
Her eyes softened as they connected with his. He had an innocence about him that she couldn’t ignore.
“If you must know, Human…”
She kneeled down next to him. He flinched as she brought her hand to his face, clearing the blood from his mouth.
“It’s Giana.”
She smiled.
Yamcha could feel his heart skip a beat as she smiled.
“Yamcha.”
He managed.
“What in the hell is going on here?”
Krillin could no longer keep his silence.
Giana rose to her feet.
“Does this man belong to any of you?”
She offered her hand to Yamcha. He took it and she pulled him to his feet.
“He’s our friend.”
Goku announced, still a little startled but ready for anything she had up her sleeve.
“Sorry to intrude on your celebrations, Sir.”
She looked around at the group, still watching her every move.
“I wanted to return your friend before he got himself killed.”
Giana looked at Yamcha.
“Maybe you will think before you blind-side an unarmed woman?”
Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck, nervously.
“Sorry about that.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. He was adorable already but, shaking nervously in front of her, he melted her heart. His dark eyes met hers in a nervous gaze.
“I’m Goku!”
The tall, muscular, spikey haired man let his guard down as he stuck his hand out to shake hers.
“Goku. I am Ana.”
She smiled up at him as she shook his hand.
“Again, I’m sorry for the intrusion.”
“No problem! Are you hungry?”
Giana studied him, a little shocked at his friendliness.
“There’s plenty to go around!”
“I really should be going.”
She smiled nervously, backing away from the crowd.
“Thank you though.”
“Wait…”
Yamcha caught her hand.
“You can fly.”
“Yeah.”
She nodded.
“All Sayians can.”
“Oh no! Not another one!”
Krillin cut her off.
“She’s a Sayian? My head is going to explode!”
He growled.
She raised her eyebrow at him.
“I am so sick of this!”
He continued.
“A bunch of friends are here, trying to have a good time with the people they are closest to and it always gets ruined by some monster!”
“Monster?”
She looked at Yamcha.
He shrugged.
“Some jerk who can’t let us have a little peace and quiet, just long enough to eat a meal together and enjoy each others company!”
Krillin took a breath.
“Are you finished?”
She asked, holding back her laughter.
“Yeah…”
He managed breathlessly and a bit embarrassed.
“Come on, Giana. I’ll get you a drink and a burger.”
He motioned for her to follow him.
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Vegeta turned up the dial as sweat poured from his body.
For him, training never ended.
He cringed as a high pitched voice came over video screen.
“Vegeta!”
Bulma shrieked.
“What do you want, woman? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
He growled at her.
“Come outside and meet Yamcha’s new girlfriend! Well, not officially but I say any girl that can beat up a man is wife material!”
She laughed.
“She says she’s a Sayian! Maybe you know her! Come on!”
With that, she was gone and the screen went black.
“Impossible.”
He muttered.
“There are only three Sayians left according to every teller in the Galaxy. Kakarot, my brother, and myself.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Besides, no Sayian woman would fall for pretty boy, Yamcha, anyway. It would be a disgrace to the entire race!”

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Giana looked up at the spikey haired, muscular man across from her.
“Are you really a Sayian as well?”
She asked before taking a bite of her hamburger.
“Yeah!”
Goku smiled at her.
“I lost my tail when I was little. I don’t remember how though. One day it was there and then the next it was gone!”
She looked at Yamcha as he inhaled his food next to her.
“And you?”
Krillin and Piccolo spit their drinks across the table as they laughed at the question.
“Me?”
Yamcha glared at the two men, laughing.
“No. I’m as human as Krillin!”
Krillin shot him a dirty look.
“Seems as though you’re as cute as Krillin, too!”
She winked at Krillin, trying to soothe the wound Yamcha had left on his confidence.
Krillin blushed.
Yamcha watched her as she turned the conversation to Piccolo. She seemed infatuated with his green skin. Something about this woman had him smitten. She was beautiful, mysterious, and she could fight. Probably better than he could! He tried not to stare at her as she smiled. She seemed to sparkle when she laughed. What was wrong with him? He had never felt this way before.
“Is this what they mean when they say, ‘love at first sight’?”
Yamcha’s eyes met Goku’s.
His friend shot him a smile before turning his attention back to Krillin’s story.
Night fell as they sat around the campfire, telling stories from “the good ol’ days” to their new friend.
Giana yawned. She stood from the bench and stretched.
“I really better go. Thank you all for your kindness. I do hope I will see you all again.”
Yamcha looked at Bulma, desperately. She nodded at him.
“Giana, do you have to go? I mean, we’ve all enjoyed your company so much that we hate to lose you so quickly!”
Bulma winked at Yamcha.
“You have an extra room don’t you, Yamcha?”
“Yeah!”
He stood to meet Giana.
“Stay.”
He smiled down at her, the campfire flickering off of her eyes.
“Just one night?”
“I’ve already been here all day. I really should get back to work.”
She sighed, never taking her eyes off of his.
“Well,”
Bulma interrupted.
“at least take a hot shower first. You’re still dirty from kicking Yamcha’s ass.”
“Now, that sounds amazing!”
Giana giggled.
“Come on, Sweetie!”
Bulma put her arm around their new friend and led her toward the house.
“I’ll get you set up!”
Giana glanced back at Yamcha.
They were all silent for a few seconds until they were sure she was gone.
“Wow!”
Krillin was the first to break the silence.
“What a woman!”
Master Roshi shouted before whistling.
Goku shook his head at the men around him.
“I better go, guys.”
He whispered, pointing to Gohan, fast asleep on his daddy’s shoulder.
“See ya later, Goku!”
Everyone waved as he kicked off the ground and disappeared into the night sky.
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“This way is hot, this way is cold, this turns on the jets, and this turns on the foot massager.”
Bulma explained, pointing to the variety of buttons and knobs on the side of the bathtub.
“This way! I’ll show you where the vanity room, towels, and shampoo selection are.”
“Vanity room?”
Ana followed her.
“Yeah! Ya know? Where you can go to do your make-up, hair, whatever you want!”
Bulma looked back at Giana as if she were crazy for not knowing about a room like this.
“Here are the towels! I’ll get you a nice big one.”
Giana looked around the hall as Bulma’s chatter faded to white noise. What was she doing? She had been so focused for so long and then she runs into a clumsy, dark, and handsome man, her first day on Earth and had been completely thrown off track.
A tall man walked around the corner. He was bruised and bloody but fresh from the shower. He rubbed the towel in his hand over his dark, wet, spikey hair as the other hand held on to the towel at his waist. Giana let her eyes trace the muscles on his back and arms. There was something familiar about this man, something that made her heart pound. She took a few steps toward him.
“Here you go!”
Bulma popped up, towel in hand, startling Giana.
“You ok?”
“Yes.”
Giana lied.
“That man… Who is he?”
Bulma looked down the hall as the man disappeared into one of the many rooms.
“Him?”
She pointed.
“That’s my boyfriend!”
She put her hand on her hip.
“Well, soon to be. I will tame that beast! If it kills me, I’ll tame him!”
The blue haired woman winked at Giana and tugged her down the hall.
“He’s a jerk though so try to stay out of his way. He has a bit of a temper and things with him can get heated really fast!”
She giggled again as she blew a bubble with her gum and opened another door.
“Shampoo! What kind do you like? We have, like, everything!”
“It doesn’t matter really.”
Giana answered as she tried to remember which room the man had gone in to. The door behind her creaked. A haunting presence loomed over her.
“Will you shut the fuck up, woman?”
The man behind her growled.
That voice…
Giana didn’t dare turn around. The anger in his tone was enough to scare the most ungodly creature into hibernation. Her widened green eyes met Bulma’s annoyed blue gaze.
“Dude! You need to relax! If you’re nice, later I’ll come in and rub you down with some lotion!”
She winked at the intimidating man.
He grunted, clearly not amused by her flirting.
“Not a chance! I’m trying to relax and I can’t if you continue to talk loud enough that they can hear you on Namek!”
The door slammed making Giana jump.
“Ignore him.”
Bulma rolled her eyes and popped her gum again.
“He’s a crybaby!”
She shouted, loud enough he could hear her, no doubt.
Bulma closed the door with three different shampoos in her hands. She began to tell Giana about each one, the type of hair it treats, the ingredients, blah, blah, blah…
Ana looked over her shoulder as she followed the chatty girl toward the bathroom. The man’s clothed figure emerged from his room. His spiked hair bounced a little as he walked.
“That voice…”
She thought as she watched him.
“I’ve heard it before…”
“Here we are!”
Bulma spun around, once again catching Ana watching her “soon-to-be” boyfriend, intently.
“I’m going to chase that gorgeous hunk of man down!”
She winked at Giana and took off down the hall.
“Have a good bath!”
She waved behind her.
“Call me on the intercom if you need anything!”
Vegeta glanced over his shoulder to see the woman, Yamcha had supposedly, wooed. He examined her small frame.
“That is the ‘Sayian’?”
He smirked.
“Ridiculous!”
He rolled his eyes as Bulma came bouncing down the hall toward him.
“Oh, for Kame's sake...”
“Hey, Sexy!”
Bulma winked as she caught up with him.
“Who is she?”
Vegeta watched her as she read the shampoo bottles.
“She’s our new arrival! The Sayian I was telling you about!”
Bulma crossed her arms at him.
“You never listen to me!”
He continued to watch the woman down the hall. Something about her… Even her scent as he stood behind her in the hall… Something was…
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Let’s go back to your room and I’ll give you that massage I promised.”
Vegeta struggled to see the face of the woman that claimed to be a “Sayian” through Bulma’s overbearing hold on him. He caught a glimpse of her profile as she entered the bathroom.
“Whaa?”
His mouth fell open as he stumbled backwards.
“What’s wrong?”
Bulma let him go and put her hands on her hips.
“What is the matter with you, you idiot?”
“No…”
He thought.
“It can’t be.”
He shook his head trying to clear the thought from his mind.
“She’s dead. That can’t be her!”
He took a deep breath.
“It’s not her.”
Vegeta reassured himself.
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