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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 years later*

Two years had passed since Vegeta had left. The days were long and the nights were rough but Giana pushed herself every day to move forward the way she had promised. Her promise was the only thing that kept her getting out of bed every morning.

She sighed as she kicked off her shoes.

"I don't see how this will help."

She groaned.
"To become a protector of the Earth is to be at one with it."

Piccolo grinned at her.

"You have to understand that she is more than a rock. She is very much alive and well worth the sacrifice it takes to protect her."

She took his offered hand and he led her to a patch of grass. She looked around. The field was filled with flowers of every kind.

"Now, close your eyes."

Giana did as he said.

"Take a deep breath."

He instructed. She followed his direction and took in the sweet smelling air. She couldn't help but smile at the pureness of the world around her.

"There you go."

He squeezed her hands.

"Now you're getting it. Now, let your bare feet melt into the grass. Relax and let your body feel the heart of the earth. Feel her power."

Piccolo watched her as her muscles released the tension they had held only moments before. Her body began to glow. Her hair swirled around her face as the wind rushed through it. Chills covered her body.

"You feel it?"

He smiled at her.
"Yeah."

She smiled, her eyes still closed.

"It's amazing."
"Now, power up. Go Super. Feel her give you the power."
Giana took a deep breath before letting out a powerful yell. The world around her began to glow and before she realized it, her body was shivering. Her golden hair swirled in the vortex she had created around her and Piccolo. She smiled at the Namekian.

"This feels so amazing."
"Doesn't it?"

He grinned.
"Now can I kick your ass?"

She squinted at him.
He laughed and shook his head.

"You are hopeless sometimes."

She smiled a mischevious smile.

"You can try!"

He darted into the air.

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"Prince Vegeta?"

A grey skinned woman placed a plate of food on the table in front of the Saiyan.
"What?"

He never looked up at the white haired female.
"Will you be training today, Sir? If so, I will need to put your things in the wash."

She watched him as he shoveled his food into his mouth.
"I train every day, Woman."

He grunted between bites.
"Right."

She sighed, taking his empty dishes from him. She jumped as he grabbed her arm. He pulled her toward him. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to his. His lips pressed against hers.
"What is the matter with you, Fidella?"

He grunted.
The slim woman slid into his lap with a smile. She kissed his ear. He shivered as her hot breath swirled around his sensitive skin. He groaned and gave her thigh a squeeze.

"Tell me something about you."

She continued to kiss his neck.
"What do you want to know?"

His hand slid up her back.
"Where were you before you came to Almenia? I mean, after Frieza destroyed your planet, where did you go?"

The woman brushed her nose against the skin at the curve of his neck.
"After my home was destroyed, I joined Frieza. I wasn't left with much of a choice. I was under his command for several years before he was killed and I was free."

Vegeta forced a grin.
"For Kame's sake! Who is strong enough to kill Frieza?"

She looked at him wide-eyed.
Vegeta sighed. He didn't want to admit it but he missed life on Earth. He missed the people that called him a friend, he missed his room, he missed her.

"Kakarot."

He answered softly.
"Who?"

She looked down at him with knitted eyebrows.
"Nothing."

He answered again, this time a bit louder.
"Where did you go after Frieza was destroyed? Is that when you came here?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"No."

He slid the woman off of his lap and carried his empty dishes to the sink.
"You don't want to talk about it do you?"

She watched him with sad eyes.
"No."

He grunted.
Her fingers touched his bare skin as he rinsed his plates. He shivered. She kissed the nape of his neck.

"When your father first sent word that you would be traveling to Armenia and that you would be my potential suitor, I was terrified."

Her voice was soft against his skin.

"I didn't think I would ever be good enough for a Saiyan prince such as yourself. I was scared of what you would think of me."

Vegeta turned to her, letting his dark eyes examine the woman.
Fidella kissed him gently on the lips.

"One more question."

She said, promisingly.
"What's that?"

He wrapped his arms around her.
She smiled.

"Do you think we will make it to the bedroom or will you take me right here?"
He raised an eyebrow at the woman before letting his lips crash against hers.

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"Careful!"

Piccolo caught her arm as she jumped from one log to another.
"I'm fine!"

Giana laughed.

"I won't fall! Not on accident!"

She looked up at the Namekian with a mischievous smile.
"A, no!"

He grinned.

"Don't even think about it!"

A loud crack of thunder made them both jump. Giana screamed as rain began to pour on them. Piccolo took her hand in his and ran for the bank of the river, careful not to slip along the way.

"If we fly, we take a risk of getting electrocuted."

He yelled over the rumbling thunder.
"So, we run."

She laughed before dragging him through the pouring rain. The tall grass whipped against her legs as they made their way back through the field. Piccolo did his best to keep up with her. The cold rain sent chills down her spine. The day was hot and humid and the cold rain was refreshing. Piccolo stopped, yanking her back to him. He tugged her under the protection of a large, nearby tree. He wiped the drops from his face. She smiled up at him. Water trailed down her face.
"You're insane!"

Piccolo laughed as he brushed the droplets from her cheeks and forehead.
"What fun would it be to not be a little insane?"

She laughed.

"I say we risk it and fly back to Capsule Corp!"

She kicked off of the ground.
"No!"

He grabbed her arm and yanked her back to the ground.

"It's too risky, Ana! I swore that I'd keep you safe and that's what I intend to do."
"Keep me safe? I'm not a child, Piccolo!"

She gave him an angry glare.
"I promised Vegeta that I would take care of you. I intend to do no less than that. I know you aren't a child, Giana. I just don't want you to get hurt. I care about you."

He tucked a lock of her wet hair behind her ear.

"I would never forgive myself if I let you do something so reckless and you were hurt in the process."
She sighed.

"If he wanted me to be safe, you would think he would have come back to check on me."

She couldn't bring her eyes to meet his.

"He obviously doesn't care that damn much."
"He does, A."

He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.

"He cares. If he didn't, he would have taken you with him. I know that sounds backwards but, Vegeta didn't know where he was going or what he was looking for. He knew that you, being here with me, was the safest place for you. He knew you would be taken care of with people he trusts."

He pulled her in, hugging her tight.

"He will be back. How could anyone stay away from you?"
She sniffed as her eyes swelled with tears.

"I miss him."
"I know."

He squeezed her tighter.

"I know he misses you too. But, hey!"

He pulled her back to look at her.

"You have me!"
"I do."

She smiled.

"I'm so very thankful for that."
Piccolo wrapped his large arm around her shoulders and led her out from under the tree's protection and back into the pouring rain.

"Hurry! Let's get out of the rain!"

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Vegeta slipped out from under the small grey arm that wrapped, limply, around him. He tugged on his cotton pants and tied the drawstring. He made his way into the bathroom and splashed his face with the cool water. He glanced up at himself in the mirror. He examined a large scar across his chest.

"Ana."

He whispered, his fingers gliding down the scar. He sighed as his mind wondered to her. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she stronger now? Was she married? If any of those clowns he had left her with had any sense at all, one of them had already captured her heart and placed a ring on her finger. Had she killed that moron, Yamcha, yet? Was she able to beat Kakarot in a sparring match.
"Hey."

The soft voice behind him made him jump. Fidella trailed her fingers down his back. She kissed his shoulder.

"You look troubled, my love."

The woman squinted at him in his reflection.

"Care to share?"
"No."

He answered quickly, careful not to make eye contact with her.
"Vegeta."

Her fingers slid around his waist.
"Yes?"

He rested his palms on the sink.
"I love you."

She said softly.
His dark eyes shot up to meet hers in their reflection.

"What?"
"I love you, Vegeta. You know that don't you?"

He brushed her nose against his skin.
Vegeta froze as he studied the woman in the mirror. It had felt like a long time since he had heard those words. The last time he had heard that was from Giana. Her voice played in his mind. Did he love Fidella? Would this be his final resting place? Is this where he would set up his home? Would he spend the rest of his life with this woman? Better yet, did he want to?
"Yeah."

Was all he could manage.
She sighed, turning her sad eyes away from him. She tugged her metallic white hair into a ponytail and left the room. Vegeta sighed. He had come to this planet to find himself and instead found the princess, ready to marry but unable to find the right suitor. When her father had heard of Vegeta's presence on the planet, he demanded to see him. He had given him a home, training utensils, food, and his beautiful daughter who had once been promised to Vegeta through an agreement between him and Vegeta's father. She was a kind woman. She cared for Vegeta. She cooked his food, washed his laundry, and loved nothing more than snuggling up to him after he had, had a long day of training. She was perfect to settle down with but, he couldn't help but feel empty. Something inside of him was missing and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fill the void that had grown inside of him. He missed Giana more than he wanted to admit. Despite his failed attempts to tell her, he loved her. He had always loved her. He belonged to her whether or not he wanted to accept it. She was his and he knew that.

Could he go back? Should he go back?

"No."

He whispered.

"Not yet."

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Giana laughed as they stopped under the canopy above the picnic table on the patio at Capsule Corp. She squeezed the ends of her hair and let the water drip down her shoulders. Piccolo couldn't help but smile at her. They had very quickly become close. They spent all day, every day, together training and talking. It was inevitable that they would become so close.
"Are you guys a little wet?"

Goku laughed as he jogged over to them.
"A little bit."

Giana giggled.
"It's storming like crazy."

Her fellow Saiyan handed them towels before looked up at the clouds.

"There's no flying in this!"
"See?"

Piccolo squinted at her.

"I told you not to fly in this weather!"

He nudged her.
"Shut up!"

She glared at him before playfully elbowing him.
A roar of thunder rattled them as they all looked up at the sky.

"Better get inside soon."

Goku never looked back at them.

"Bulma made dinner."

He jogged back to the house and slipped through the back door.
Giana did her best to squeeze all of the water out of her hair.

"Here."

Piccolo steadied her shoulders. He grabbed the loose strands of hair that fell across her shoulders and brushed them to her back. He wrapped his hands around her loose, wet, curls and squeezed. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders.
"Thanks."

She smiled up at him.
"No problem."

He flashed her a bright smile, his sharp canines almost sparkling.

She squinted him as she examined his gentle expression. When it meant the most, he was a force to be reckoned with. She had seen him unleash his fury and, in that moment, he was quite frightening. In this moment though, he seemed so gentle as he rubbed her shoulders, helping her dry off. He tucked her hair behind her ears and winked at her before kicking off his boots and pulling off his purple cotton shirt. Giana couldn't help but let her eyes follow the hard lines of his abs. His dark green skin rippled.

"Hey!"

He shook her out of her thoughts and back into reality.
"Huh?"

She looked at him, wide-eyed, as if she was just a child caught with her hand in to cookie jar.
"Are you checking me out?"

He laughed.
"What?"

She shrieked.

"No!"
"You're a terrible liar, A."

He laughed.
Her face flushed red. Her eyes darted away from him.

"I was not checking you out."
"You were too!"

He laughed harder as he popped her on the thigh with his towel.
"Did not!"

She couldn't help but smirk. She popped her towel back at him, catching his fingers with her absorbent whip.
"You did too!"

He popped her again.
"Did not! Shut up!"

She snapped her towel at him again.
He caught the towel, mid-snap, and yanked it to him. Giana fell forward. Her wet chest hit his. He looked down at her with a mischievous grin.

"I won't lie..."

His rough tone made her shiver.

"I'd check me out too."

He winked at her, released the hold he had on her towel, threw his own over his shoulder, and jogged into the house. Giana let out a sigh, now realizing that, as she was against Piccolo, she forgot to breathe. She covered her head with the towel and chased after him.
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