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The Lost Saiyan	By : Akira Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Fiancé?"

Giana squinted at him with sad eyes,

Vegeta didn't say a word as he shifted his eyes to his feet. Giana felt her heart break as he silently confirmed what the woman had said.

"Come on, A."

Piccolo wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

"Let's find the others and go home."

Vegeta's dark eyes met hers as she let a tear run down her cheek.

"You can't tell me you haven't moved on! I saw you kiss the Namekian!"

He shouted.

"That's different! He isn't my fiancé!"

She shouted back.

"I'm just her mentor."

Piccolo answered.

"Would you like me to get you both a room? After the way you kissed him, I think you might need to take that to a private room."

He taunted her.

Her body shook as she glared at the prince

"No."

Piccolo pulled on her.

"A, it's not worth it.

He whispered against her ear.

"Let's go."

"Go on, Giana."

Vegeta flashed her a menacing smile.

"Run along with your toy."

Before he could blink she rushed at him, knocking him backwards. He stumbled. Her fist connected with his jaw, sending him into the air. He slammed against the ground with a hard thud. His dark eyes met her fiery ones.

"That's enough, A."

Piccolo touched her shoulder.

"We need to get that wound taken care of. Besides, he isn't worth it."

She wrapped her arms around his waist and let him lead her away from Vegeta, leaving him alone, bleeding from his lip. His heart shattered as he watched her. She walked away from him for the second time, leaving him feeling broken.

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"Yes sir! I'm sure the others would love to!"

Goku smiled at the broad man as Piccolo and Giana walked up.

"Wouldn't you?"

The Saiyan Z fighter smiled at his friends, quickly noticing the solemn look on Giana's face.

"What's the matter? Are you ok?"

"We found him."

Piccolo sighed and led her into the ship.

"We will be there, Sir."

Goku nodded and ran to the ship.

"What's going on?"

"He's here, Goku."

Piccolo looked up at his friend as he held Giana tight.

"Vegeta is here."

Goku's eyes got wide.

"What? Where?"

"Probably at the palace."

Giana managed as she tugged off her metal plates.

"He's marrying the princess."

She sniffed through her tears as she laid back against the hard ground of the ship. Piccolo ran to her side with the medical kit.

"She's better fit for him anyway."

"This is going to sting."

Piccolo warned her.

Her teeth ground together as he placed the salve against her wound.

"I was never good enough for him anyway."

She grunted.

"No!"

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

"No! You are amazing, A."

He said, matter-of-factly.

"You are one in a million and one day he will regret giving you up, if he doesn't already."

He kissed her nose.

"He will never be as happy with her as he would be with you. It's his loss."

"If it's his loss, Piccolo, then why do I feel so empty?"

Her sad tone broke his heart.

"Oh, A."

He managed, pulling her against him again, hugging her tight.

Goku frowned.

"I just told the king that we would be at his daughter's wedding tomorrow morning."

He sighed.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's fine."

Giana said, muffled by Piccolo's shirt.

"We will be there. You made a promise and we all intend to keep it."

"We don't have to go."

Piccolo ran his hand over her hair.

"No!"

She pushed away from him, gripping her side as she sat up.

"I love Vegeta, Piccolo. I intend to be there for him. I'm the closest, to family, he has."

"Alright."

He nodded, still apprehensive.

"Ok. We will go."

"Mr. Goku."

A shaking voice at the door of the ship caught all of their attention.

"We have rooms for each of you. We also have clothes as the king suspects you would like to get out of the stained ones."

"Thank you."

Goku nodded, before picking up his son.

"Let's go, A."

Piccolo pulled her to her feet and the group followed the man into the palace and up the stairs.

Giana felt eyes on her back as she made her way up the tall staircase. She looked back. Vegeta's dark eyes caught hers. She wiped her cheeks and leaned in closer to Piccolo, doing her best not to cry.

"I've got ya."

Piccolo tightened his grip on her.

"Here you are. The suites are for the ladies and the rest of the rooms are yours to deliberate on. They each have a shower and the suites have jetted tubs. Prince Vegeta has requested your presence at dinner tonight as we are all now pleased to meet the oldest friends of our soon-to-be prince."

The man bowed.

"Oh! One more thing. Madam Giana?"

"Yes?"

She looked up at him.

"Prince Vegeta has requested for me to give you this."

He handed her an envelope.

Her shaking hand took it before she released Piccolo and slipped into one of the rooms. She dropped on to the bed and ripped the envelope open. She unfolded the paper and began to read.

Ana,

   I'm not sure how to start this letter out by any other way than apologizing. Telling you that I am sorry does not begin to describe the way I am feeling right now. Please do not think that my marriage to Princess Fidella has anything to do with me not loving you. I do. I understand if you do not believe me and I accept that but I can assure you that I do love you. More now than I ever have.

   I also want to thank you. Thank you for accepting the invitation to the gathering tomorrow morning. It means more to me than you know to have you there. Thank you for helping me shape into the man I am today. Know that I wouldn't be here right now without the help of you. When we separated after our home was destroyed, you kept me alive. There were many days where I had planned on giving up and wanted death to take me but I would close my eyes and see your face and that helped me make it through another day.

   You were amazing to watch today. you have come so far in your training and it was a pleasure to watch. You and the Z Fighters make one hell of a team. You stand out above them all and I think you know that. You are the most elite among them and it shows.

Please join me tonight for a celebratory dinner. Take care of your wound and rest well.

                                   Yours always,

                                       Vegeta.

Giana crumbled up the paper and threw it across the room.

"Well..."

Piccolo looked at the paper and back at her as he pushed the door open.

"I hate him."

She muttered.

"No you don't."

He kneeled down in front of her.

"You don't hate anyone. It's not in your heart to hate."

She leaned her head on his shoulder as she sniffed, fighting back her tears.

"Why don't you take a bath and get ready for dinner? I need a dinner date."

Her sad green eyes looked up at him. He grinned and ran his hand over her hair. The blood that was in it was now dry and it made her hair feel almost like straw. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Go with me?"

He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Yeah."

She whispered, nodding.

"Do I get to pick out your outfit?"

He smiled brighter.

"How many did they give me?"

She looked at him, confused.

"Well..."

He walked over to the closet and opened the door. The closet was filled with clothes. Her mouth dropped open.

"I get to pick the outfit right?"

"Wow."

She laughed through her tears.

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Vegeta tugged off his boots and blood soaked armor. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Red water pooled around his feet. He sighed. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. Her broken and tear filled eyes piercing through him. Blood of the enemy dripping down her forehead. He could feel how hurt she was by the expression she wore. He never intended to hurt her. He intended to keep her safe. To strengthen himself. After all the king had given him, he decided that marrying his daughter would be the best way to pay him back. He didn't love Fidella, nor had he ever told her that he did. He didn't want to lie. He couldn't lie to her, after all, she was the woman that helped him in his time of need.

He let the hot water run down his back.

"Vegeta?"

Fidella's soft voice echoed through the bathroom.

"What?"

He growled.

"Who is that woman? The one you were looking at on the stairwell."

She sat on the counter next to the shower.

"An old friend from my home planet."

He responded.

"Don't lie to me, Vegeta. I saw the way you were looking at her. You don't even look at me like that and I'm set to be your wife tomorrow morning."

She looked down at her dangling feet.

She jumped as the shower door opened.

"The truth? Is that what you want?"

He glared at her.

"That's all I've ever wanted from you."

She spoke softly.

"She was to be my princess long ago. My father couldn't stand that she was not born of royalty but I fell in love with her."

If she wanted the truth, she was getting it.

"I separated from her to keep her safe but selfishly stayed away from her for ten years. Those were the worst and loneliest ten years of my life."

The woman's sad grey eyes watched him.

"She found me. She never gave up on me and she found me on Earth where I was living with the other Z Fighters. It was there that I realized that I still loved her. She still loved me. I was too stubborn and stupid to act on it. We were never together on Earth and the one time I made love to her, she thought it was a one-night stand and that was the last time we had really spoken."

Her wide-eyed expression told Vegeta that she had gotten her answer and more. She looked away from him as he shut the shower door and continued with his shower.

"Do you love me like you loved her?"

He could hardly hear her but heard her enough to know that she was now crying.

"I will not lie to you, Fidella."

He took a deep breath.

"I could never love another the way I loved her. That is a 'once in a life time' feeling."

The woman stepped off of the counter and left the bathroom. She had heard enough. She had a lot to think about before the wedding the next day and she needed to be alone.

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Giana winced as she stepped into the hot bubble bath that Piccolo had ran for her. She sank to her nose into the hot water. Her muscles released as she took a deep breath. There was a tap on the door.

"A?"

"Come in. I'm covered."

She yelled back.

Piccolo pushed the door open.

"Wow!"

She smiled at him.

"You clean up nicely!"

She admired him from head to toe.

"You look sharp!"

His dark green cheeks flushed pink.

"Thanks."

He grinned before dropping down on the side of the tub.

"I figured I better look my best with a gem like you on my arm."

He filled his palms with shampoo and rubbed them together. He slid his fingers into her wet hair. He gently massaged her hair between his fingers as he lathered the soap into her scalp. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Feel better?"

He muttered.

"Mmhm."

She sighed before dipping into the water to rinse her hair.

"There."

He squeezed the water out of her hair.

"All clean."

She laughed and leaned her head against his knee. She looked up at him.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

He smiled down at her. He brushed his fingers against her forehead. She reached up and let her warm wet fingers slide around his neck. She pulled him down to her. She planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you for being such an amazing friend."

She brushed her nose against his.

"It's my pleasure."

He reached for a towel and handed it to her as she lifted out of the water.

“Here you go."

She smiled down at him as he covered his eyes. She licked her lips, wrapping the towel around her.

"It's safe."

She tucked the corner of the towel, holding it in place.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her tanned skin glistened.

"I don't know how 'safe' it is but, you need to get dressed. I can't be in here for that."

He flashed her a seductive smile and left the bathroom.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled on the outfit he had picked out for her. She giggled as she examined herself in the mirror. She opened the bathroom door.

"Piccolo?"

"Yeah?"

He appeared in the doorway.

"Are you kidding?"

She pulled the door open, revealing the outfit to him.

"Wow!"

He looked her up and down. The little red dress he had picked out had a very deep v-neck revealing enough cleavage to leave the audience wanting more. It was snug to her lean, muscular, body. It hung from her hips, flowing down to just above mid-thigh. He bit his lip as he examined her.

"This is going to be one stiff night."

"Huh?"

She looked at him.

"Nothing. I need to change my pants if you're wearing that. I need something looser."

He laughed.

"Piccolo!"

She slapped his arm as he left the room.

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Fidella packed an overnight bag.

"Where are you going?"

Vegeta studied her.

"It's bad luck to spend the night before the wedding."

She zipped her bag closed.

"Though, I'm not sure all the luck in the world would make this marriage work out."

"What do you mean?"

Vegeta grunted.

"You aren't in love with me, Vegeta. Not the way a husband and wife should be."

Her sad tone matched her eyes.

"I feel terrible even marrying you tomorrow knowing that you will never truly be happy with me."

"It's not that I wouldn't be happy, Fidella..."

He began.

"Vegeta..."

She stopped him.

"I saw the way you looked at her and the sparkle in your eyes when you spoke of her. You don't light up like that when you talk about me."

"I..."

He was shocked. Was she dumping him the night before their wedding?

"It's alright."

She smiled through her tears.

"I need some rest and you have a dinner party to attend."

With that, she slipped out of the door and was gone.

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Piccolo offered her his arm.

"Ready?"

"I sure am."

She smiled at him, taking his offered arm and letting him lead her into the hallway.

"Shh..."

Goku quietly closed the door behind him.

"Gohan just fell asleep."

Piccolo and Giana nodded.

"Wow, A! You look..."

"Amazing?"

Piccolo tried to offer him a word to describe the Saiyan woman.

"Yeah! I was going to say, 'beautiful' but it doesn't come close to describing the way you look."

He smiled at her.

"Woah, Ana!"

Bulma closed the door behind her.

"Shhh!"

They all threw at Bulma.

"Gohan just fell asleep."

Goku whispered.

"Oh!"

Bulma whispered.

"Sorry!"

Yamcha and Krillin soon emerged from their rooms.

"Holy shit, Ana!"

Krillin looked at her wide-eyed.

"Hush!"

Bulma thumped him on the head.

"Gohan is sleeping!"

"Sorry!"

He whispered, holding his head.

Yamcha smiled at Giana as her green eyes met his dark ones.

"You look great."

"Thanks."

She leaned into Piccolo's embrace as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Come on, lover boy."

Bulma grabbed Yamcha's shoulder.

"You're my date."

She giggled, leading him down the hall and to the stairs.

Piccolo, Giana, Krillin, and Goku followed the pair. They met a butler at the bottom of the stairs that led them into the dining room where Vegeta was already seated.

"Where is your fiancé?"

Bulma looked around the table.

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

He mocked Fidella. He glared at Piccolo as he pulled Giana's chair out for her. She took her seat to Vegeta's right as he sat at the head of the table. Piccolo sat next to her. The others found their seats and got comfortable. He cringed as the Namekian winked at Giana.

"So, how have you been?"

Goku tried to make small talk as he shoved a roll into his mouth.

Vegeta shot him a glare before turning his attention back to Giana.

"Ok."

Goku took the hint and continued to munch on the snacks in front of him.

"Stop looking at me."

She whispered, leaning toward Vegeta.

"Why?"

He squinted at her.

"Because..."

She reached for her water.

"You're making me uncomfortable."

"You look beautiful."

He muttered.

"Thank you."

She sipped her drink.

"Yeah, Ana! You look stunning!"

Bulma smiled at her.

"I love your hair! What did you use on it?"

Giana blushed over her glass and looked at Piccolo.

"The shampoo that was in the bathroom."

Bulma raised an eyebrow at the Namekian.

"I'm sorry?"

"I washed her hair. It was just the stuff that was in the bathroom in the grey bottle with the pink lid."

He smiled at Giana as she avoided eye contact with Bulma and Vegeta.

"You let him see you naked?"

Vegeta grunted at Giana.

"No!"

She answered quickly.

"No. I didn't see her naked."

Piccolo followed her answer.

"As if it were your business anyway."

"It is my business!"

Vegeta shot back.

"Stop it!"

She shouted, silencing them both.

"That's enough! We aren't here to argue! We are here to celebrate with Vegeta. Let's stick to that shall we?"

"Thank you!"

Bulma grunted, handing Yamcha a dinner roll.

"If there is a wedding."

Vegeta muttered.

"Trouble in paradise, Vegeta?"

Piccolo smiled at him, tauntingly.

"Can it, Green Man!"

Vegeta shouted.

"Stop it!"

Giana's fist slammed on to the table. She looked at Piccolo.

"Stop. You're better than that."

Piccolo looked down at his plate in silence. He felt as though he was a child being scolded by his mother.

"I will not play referee with you two all night long!"

She growled.

Vegeta looked down at his plate and began to eat. She was stunning. His heart pounded in his ears. "What about Fidella?" He asked himself. "I won't allow myself to be made out to be dishonest." He glanced at Giana as she wrapped herself into conversation with Goku. Her eyes sparkled. He sighed. Had he made a mistake leaving her on Earth? Would he regret it for the rest of his life?

"Giana?"

A soft voice called out, silencing them all.

"Yes?"

She turned to look at the white haired woman in the doorway.

"I just wanted to formally meet you."

Fidella took a few steps toward her.

"Oh."

Giana stood from her seat.

"Yes, Princess."

She held out her hand.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She smiled at the woman, letting her green eyes connect with Fidella's grey ones.

She looked down at Giana's offered hand and back up at her.

"I just wanted to speak to the woman that owns my fiancé’s heart."

"I'm sorry?"

Giana squinted at the woman.

"You know what I'm talking about. Do tell me you are coming to the wedding tomorrow? I'd hate for Vegeta's old flame to miss such a spectacular event."

Fidella glared at Giana before turning her attention to Vegeta. She leaned over, kissing him gently.

"I'll see you in the morning, my prince."

Her grey eyes locked with Giana's as she turned to leave the room.

Everyone, including Giana, looked at Vegeta. He glanced up into her green eyes. He shoved himself up from the table and chased after his soon-to-be wife.

"What are you doing?"

He grabbed her arm, spinning her around to him.

"I wanted to see her. I wanted to know what it was that has captured your heart for all of these years."

She looked at him with sad, grey, eyes.

"She's stunning.

"Fidella..."

He sighed.

"It's not the way she looks that made me fall in love with her. She is a good woman. Did you have to taunt her? She isn't here to try to take me from you, if that's your worry! She came here to help us!"

He swept his fingers over her hair.

"There is no reason to be so hostile toward her."

"Do you love me?"

She held her breath, waiting for an answer.

"I..."

He searched her face.

"I don't know how to love anyone, Fidella."

She looked down at her feet with a nod.

"Ok."

She whispered.

"I care for you, Vegeta. I love you."

She looked back at him.

"I can't do this."

Tears swelled in her eyes.

"I can't ask you to give your life to me when I know you'll never truly be happy."

Her soft hand brushed against his cheek.

"Go to her."

She smiled through her tears.

"I'll take care of my father. You must go to her."

Vegeta's mouth fell open. Fidella leaned in and kissed him softly as she let her tears fall.

"Thank you for letting me love you."

She spun on her heels and left the room.

Vegeta was stunned. He watched her disappear into the darkness of the hallway. Had she really just left him on the eve of their wedding? Had she just broken it off with the prince of all Saiyans? Confusion sat in as he finally remembered to breathe. He took a few steps back before making his way back to the dining room. He looked around at the familiar faces at the table.

"Everything ok, Vegeta?"

Bulma watched him over her glass of wine.

Vegeta dropped into his chair and leaned back.

"She left me."

"What?"

Bulma almost choked on her drink.

"She left me."

He repeated.

"On the eve of our wedding."

He was still shocked.

"I'm so sorry."

Bulma gently touched his hand.

"Ouch."

Yamcha took a bite of his food.

"Yamcha."

Krillin grunted, kicking him under the table.

Yamcha chuckled.

"Yikes."

Goku took another bite of food.

"I'm sorry, buddy."

Vegeta looked up at the faces around him. Anger rose in the pit of his stomach. The day before his wedding and she leaves him because of an old flame that he had put out.

"Where is Giana and the green man?"

He grunted.

"It's her fault this has happened!"

"Vegeta! No!"

Yamcha stood up.

"It's not Ana's fault that your girlfriend left you! It's yours!"

"I will kill you where you stand!"

Vegeta's fists slammed onto the table as he jumped from his chair.

"Easy!"

Goku jumped up.

"Relax!"

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"Stop!"

Piccolo grabbed her waist as she ran for their ship.

"Listen!"

He turned her to look at him. He cupped her face as she fought to get away from him.

"Ana!"

He shouted. She spun out of his grip and into the ship.

"Listen to me!"

Her back hit the wall as he threw his body against hers. His palm slapped the button on the wall, locking them both inside.

"Leave me alone!"

She struggled to get away from him.

"I have to leave!"

She shouted through her tears.

"Stop! Listen to me!"

He cupped her face.

Her body went limp against the wall.

"I have to leave..."

She cried.

"No."

He was breathless.

"I won't let you run away."

Her forehead leaned against his shoulder. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. She melted into his arms as he wrapped them tightly around her.

"You're stronger than this, A."

He whispered against her ear.

"You're stronger than running away from him."

He kissed her temple.

"I've never seen you back down from anything. I won't let you start."

Her head fell back against the wall.

"I can't."

She sobbed.

"I can't watch him get married tomorrow."

"You don't have too."

Piccolo's lavender eyes searched her face.

"We can wait in here but I refuse to let you run away."

Her green eyes met his. His heart broke for her.

"Listen to me..."

He cupped her face, sliding his thumbs across her jaw line.

"You're amazing, A."

He stared into her eyes intently.

"You're beautiful, smart, strong, and everything in between. There's no one else in this universe like you and I couldn't be more honored to know you, to call you my friend."

"I just wanted to be happy!"

She interrupted.

"I just wanted the fairy tale every girl dreams of."

"And you'll get it!"

He assured her.

"He may not ride in on a steed, dressed in a metal suit, with a blade that's never seen battle, but you'll find someone that will love you and appreciate everything you have to offer as much as..."

His breath caught in his chest. He licked his lips as he tried to push out the words that were caught in his throat.

"As much as I do."

He finished his sentence. Suddenly, his body became hyperaware of every fiber that was pressed against her. Her green eyes studied his lilac ones. Her hand rested against his at her cheek.

"As you do?"

Her eyebrows drew together.

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Vegeta stomped up the stairs and toward her room.

"Vegeta! Wait!"

Goku ran after him.

"Out of my way, clown!"

He shouted at the fellow Saiyan.

"I will not hesitate to kill you!"

"Stop!"

Yamcha was close behind.

"Come out!"

Vegeta kicked open the door to her room.

"Let's go, Green Prick!"

He looked around the empty room.

"Stop, Vegeta!"

Goku started to get angry.

"She didn't do anything to you and neither did Piccolo!"

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Piccolo sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry."

His heart raced. He could feel her warm breath swirl against his skin.

"The last thing I want is to ruin what we have..."

He muttered before pushing away from her, turning away.

"I'm so sick of seeing you hurting over someone who doesn't appreciate you for who and what you are!"

He put his hands on his hips.

"I am tired of watching you go through so much heart ache! You're such a strong woman, A!"

He looked at her.

"You're absolutely amazing and you continue to be strong even when there is every reason in the universe to give up. He left you when you needed him. He took off in the middle of the night with no intentions of returning or even telling you he was leaving. He is so damn selfish that he can't even see what he's giving up to gain, what, this tiny rock?"

Giana's eyes were wide as she watched him. She had never seen Piccolo unleash the way he was. She had never seen him so emotional before. She was astonished and a bit frightened.

"Before I shove my foot in my mouth, hear this, A..."

He took a breath.

"Nothing in this universe will ever come close to what you're worth. This rock will never fill the void in that jackass's chest. If he had just looked at you... I mean truly look at you, he would see that."

His large palm smacked into the button on the wall again and Piccolo hurried out of the ship. His hands shook and his knees felt weak.

Giana shoved herself away from the wall and chased after him.

"Piccolo!"

He stopped in his tracks. He spun around just in time to catch her.

"Thank you."

She squeezed him tight.

"Don't thank me."

He held her tighter.

"Just promise you'll never disappear out of my life."

"I swear."

She smiled against his shoulder.

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"I'll kill him!"

Vegeta shouted as he looked inside of the room Piccolo had chosen to stay in.

"For what?"

Yamcha chased after him.

Vegeta grabbed Yamcha by the collar and flung him against the wall.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Vegeta, stop!"

Goku yanked the Saiyan away from his friend.

"This has gone far enough! Knock it off!"

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"Vegeta is looking for you."

Bulma winked at her.

"Oh, is he?"

Giana never looked up at her.

"He's pretty mad."

Krillin chuckled.

"Why?"

Piccolo took a drink of his drink.

"Green Man!"

Vegeta shouted from the entrance hall.

"In here."

Piccolo kicked the chair out from under himself and rose to his feet as Vegeta stomped into the room.

"Where were you?"

Vegeta glared at him.

"Bathroom."

Giana rose to meet Piccolo. He glanced back at her before turning his attention back to Vegeta.

"Did he need your help shaking it off?"

Vegeta smirked at her.

Giana watched his from behind Piccolo's shoulder.

"Who are you to ask questions like that?"

Piccolo glared at him.

"I don't think your fiancé would appreciate you being so interested in the actions of another woman."

"She left him."

Yamcha spoke up from behind Vegeta.

Giana squinted at Vegeta. He was angry but broken. She took a few steps toward him as she stepped around Piccolo. His dark eyes met her green ones.

"This is your fault!"

He shouted.

"If you had never come here, this wouldn't have happened!"

Giana reached for his hand.

"Don't touch me, Wench!"

He shoved her hand away from him.

"And do not fucking look at me like that! Do not feel sorry for me! I don't need your pity!"

"Vegeta.."

She muttered.

He glared at her

"Don’t."

He grunted.

"Don't look at me like you feel sorry for me."

His nostrils flared as he spoke. He glanced at Piccolo and back to her.

"You know what?"

He took a step back from her. His jaw clenched. His dark eyes studied her. He tried to breathe through the pain in his chest. His voice shook.

Piccolo slipped his arm around Giana's waist. Her green eyes were fixed on Vegeta.

"Vegeta."

She almost whispered.

"Who am I? Right?"

With that, he turned on his heels and almost jogged out of the dining room doors.

She ran after the Saiyan prince.

"Vegeta!"

She shouted. He stopped at the door and turned and looked at her. His eyes were glazed over but he held his scowl. She couldn't make another sound. Tears swelled in her eyes. Their eyes locked. He turned his eyes toward the sky and, in a flash, he was gone. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath until Piccolo's gentle hand touched her shoulder. She gasped.

"I didn't mean to scare you."

His tone was soft. Her hand rested over his as her cheek leaned against his green skin. She turned and buried her face against his chest. His arms wrapped around her.

"Let's go upstairs."

He whispered against her ear before slipping his arm around her and leading her to the staircase.
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The Lost Saiyan