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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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*Three Months Later*

"Hah!"
Her shouts echoed through the patio as she swung at Piccolo.

"Good!"
He smiled at her.

"Again but this time I'm going to hit you back."

"Bring it."
She smiled a playful smile. He smiled back before they clashed.

"She's training harder than ever."
Goku managed between bites of his food.

Vegeta watched her. Her sleek body moved in a way he had never seen before. She was ruthless but careful. Her white tank top made her skin glow. He cringed as the scars on her back peeked out at her shoulders. Though it had only been three months, her wounds were healed and beginning to fade but, Vegeta could see them. He didn't think he would ever be able to not see them. Images of Zarbon's hands on her haunted his dreams. He tried to shake them but there was no forgetting the sights and sounds of that day.

"Woah!"
Vegeta fell to the ground, barely dodging the ki blast that flew at him.

"Sorry Vegeta!"
She ran to him.
"I'm so sorry! Piccolo moved instead of blocked it and..."

"I'm fine!"
He shouted.

Her eyebrows drew together.
"I'm glad I didn't hit you."

"Yeah."
He brushed himself off.

"Vegeta, it was an accident. Relax."
Piccolo stood behind her.

Vegeta rolled his dark eyes and crossed his arms.

"You're fucking impossible."

Giana never took her eyes off of the prince as Piccolo stomped away from him.

"What?"
Vegeta growled.

"Nothing."
She muttered.
"Piccolo wait!"
She looked back at him.

"Go!"
He yelled at her.

She took a few steps back before chasing after Piccolo.

"Why, Vegeta?"
Goku walked up behind him.
"Why do you have to treat her like that?"

"Being soft won't make her stronger."
He began to walk toward the house.

"No. But being a decent person to her won't kill you. You told her you loved her but you can't be nice to her?"
Goku covered his mouth.

Vegeta spun around and flew to Goku. Their noses almost touched.
"She told you about that?"

"Crap."
Goku rubbed the back of his neck.
"I wasn't supposed to say anything."

"Spill it, clown!"
Vegeta managed through his grinding teeth.

"She just told me that she kissed you and you told her you loved her. She was asking for advice."
Goku chuckled nervously.
"I gave her the best I had and that was the end of the conversation."

"Advice about what?"
Vegeta's voice became eerily quiet.

"Well..."
Goku shrugged.
"You."

"What about me?"

"She just wasn't sure if she should bring it up to you or not, Vegeta."
Goku became defensive.

"She wasn't sure how to take what you said."

"And? What did you say?"

"I think you should talk to her, Vegeta. When her and Piccolo are finished, pull her aside and..."

"Do not tell me what to do, Kakarot!"
Vegeta shouted.
"Besides,"
He folded his arms and looked away from his fellow Saiyan.
"She spends so much time with that stupid Namekian that it would be near impossible."

"He's her mentor, Vegeta."
Goku sighed.
"He's been there for her more than you have. You can't blame her for wanting to be around him."

"He also is the reason Zarbon got his hands on her to begin with!"

"That's not his fault!"
Goku shouted back. Now he was angry.
"Don't even try to blame him! That was no one's fault but Zarbon's!"

"If he had been there with her, she wouldn't have been taken!"
Vegeta argued.

"He can't be with her twenty-four, seven, Vegeta!"

"He was supposed to protect her and he failed! If he hadn't been such a failure, she wouldn't have been hurt!"
Vegeta could feel his blood beginning to boil.

Goku's nostrils flared.
"Maybe if you had been here, you could have prevented it yourself! You weren't! You were gone for your own selfish reasons!"

Vegeta sprang forward, his body and hair glowing.
"I'll kill you!"

Goku dodged him.
"You've tried that already, remember?"

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"Piccolo!"
Giana yelled for him as she tried to catch up to him.
"Wait!"

"He pisses me the fuck off."
He managed through his teeth.

"I know. Will you stop?"
She grabbed his arm. He let her spin him to her.
"Don't let him get you so worked up. It's not worth it."

"I know."
He sighed.
"I know it's not but, I can't stand to see him treat you like that. Accidents happen!"

"I know! This is Vegeta we're talking about though!"
Giana tried to reason with him.

"Stop making excuses for him, Ana!"
For the first time, Piccolo yelled at her. For the first time, he was angry at her.
"Stop trying to defend him when he is wrong!"

She looked up at him wide-eyed.

"You're so good at making fucking excuses for his bullshit that you actually convince yourself that he's a good person! He's not, Ana! He's not who he used to be! Think about it! If you had been in the same situation with Zarbon fifteen years ago, what would he have done?"
His nostrils flared.
"From the way you describe who he was, he wouldn't have hesitated to save you. He could have killed Keleta before he even walked through that ship's doors and killed Zarbon as soon as he saw him! Better yet, he could have fucking been here to help before it even got that far but he wasn't! Where was he, Ana?"
His lilac eyes quickly shifted to grey.
"Huh?"
He paused for a second giving her a chance to answer.
"He wasn't here! He was off planning a fucking wedding to a woman he probably didn't even care about just so he could one day be king! He wasn't here helping the people that care about him, he wasn't here, Ana! He's so worried about himself that he has no room left in his conscience to worry about others!"

"I know but..."
She began.

"No 'buts', Ana! Did he tell you why he didn't kill Keleta before he got to Zarbon? Huh?"
His hostile tone had her shaking from head to toe. She shook her head.
"Because Zarbon wanted to make him an offer and he wanted to hear it before he did anything crazy! Zarbon offered him a command position! He offered him his own army, he told him he would rule the universe, and he almost took it, Ana! Zarbon told him that if he took the deal, he would return you and do you know what he did?"
He paused again.
"He laughed, Ana! He laughed and called you 'trash!'"

"How do you know this?"
She muttered through her tears.

"These ears aren't just for looks!"
He pointed to his large pointed ears.

"He said..."
She took a breath.
"He said he waited because he didn't want to risk anyone hurting me before he could get me out. He said he needed Keleta and Zarbon separated before he could do anything."

"And you believe that?"
Piccolo squinted at her.

"I... I don't know now..."
She shook her head.

"If you do, you're as stupid as he is."
Piccolo darted into the air and disappeared.

Giana's mouth fell open as she watched him diappear into the night sky..

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"That's enough, Vegeta!"
Goku shoved the Saiyan prince against the wall.
"You can be mad all you want to but you know I'm right!"

"Fuck you!"
Vegeta shouted, wiggling to break free from his hold.

"Listen to me, Vegeta!"
He shook him.
"You have to stop this! You have to stop being so selfish!"

"Why?"
He growled.
"Why care about anything else but my own? No one else gives a shit about my well-being!"

"She does!"
Goku caught his attention. He let his tone calm.
"We all do, Vegeta. That's what friends do."

"I don't have friends."
Vegeta let his voice fall to almost a whisper.

"What do you call the people that are always here for you?"
Goku didn't expect an answer.
"Get it together, Vegeta."
He let him go and kicked into the air.
"I have training to do. See ya."

Vegeta watched him disappear into the orange sky. The sun was setting in the distance and Giana would be back soon with Piccolo. He leaned his head back against the metal wall and sighed. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Goku was right.

"Selfish?"
Vegeta repeated out loud to himself.
"Maybe if you were here, you could have prevented it yourself!"
Goku's voice echoed through his mind. He was more right than he cared to admit, even to himself. The truth was, Vegeta held onto a lot of guilt. If he could only find a way to forgive himself. If only he knew how to let go. He let his back slide down the wall as he rested on the ground.
The guilt was consuming him.
That was something he could never deny.

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Giana held her cold shoulders as she walked back to Capsule Corp. She could have flown and been there in no time but she needed the time. She needed to think. She tried to run through her thoughts but all she could think about was the look in Piccolo's eyes as he screamed at her. He had never spoken to her that way and she never wanted to experience it again. She watched her feet as they trekked through the green grass on the lawn.

"If you do, you're as stupid as he is."

She winced as his words played through his mind. They stabbed into her chest like a dagger. She reached up and wiped the tears from her cheeks as they stepped onto the paved walk way of the patio. She sniffed as she opened the back door and slipped inside. She made her up the stairs and to her room. She fell onto the bed, burying her face into her pillow. The levy that held up her walls shattered and she cried. She cried harder than she ever had. Her heart was broken though she wasn't sure if it was Vegeta this time. The only person she could think about was Piccolo. His usually gentle and kind purple gaze turned grey. She almost didn't recognize the man in front of her as he yelled at her. Her stomach twisted.

Would he ever speak to her again?

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Vegeta stayed hidden in the cover of the shade until he was sure she was gone.
"Where is Piccolo?"
He looked around and scanned the area for his energy.
"Nothing?"

He shoved himself up from the ground and made his way up to the hallway he shared with Giana. He could hear her sobbing from the hallway. He raised his hand to knock on the door. He froze with a sigh. The truth was, he didn't know how to handle her in this state anymore. He used to but...

"I guess I've forgotten."
He whispered.
He leaned his forehead against the doorframe.
"I'm sorry, Ana."
He spun on his heel and made his way to the bathroom.
A shower would calm his mind.

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Piccolo punched the side of the mountain and the ground rumbled. Sweat poured from his face and down his chest and back. He swung again trying to relieve the frustration that had quickly built in him. He swallowed hard, trying to choke down the guilt that was eating at him.

"Why?"
He growled, throwing another punch.
"Why does she always do this? Why does she always stick up for him?"

"Because she loves him."

Piccolo spun around.
"How did you find me, Yamcha?"

"I was on my way to Goku's and the mountain rumbled. I figured I'd check it out."
Yamcha was motionless as his dark eyes squinted at Piccolo.

"She sticks up for him because she sees him. She knows who he is under the shell he's locked himself in. She sticks up for him because she sees the Vegeta that we've never known, inside of him and she hangs on to the hope that one day, he will shed the tough skin he's in and be who she knows he is."

"It seems as though you did learn something out of your short lived relationship with her."
Piccolo taunted.

"I learned a lot from her."
Yamcha replied, not daring to give in to Piccolo's anger.
"I never did understand why she cared about him so much."
He sighed, setting down next to Piccolo's feet. Piccolo followed suit.
"But, it wasn't for me to understand."
He rested his arms against his knees.
"It was something that I would have to accept and I never did. My jealousy ruined anything I had with her. It was destined to from the start."
He shrugged.
"There's something you have to understand about Vegeta and Ana. No matter how bad they want to go back to the way they were, they accept that they never can. Vegeta's pride won’t let him and Ana..."
He chuckled.
"Well, he just won’t let her love him. Vegeta doesn't know how to be loved anymore. She has this figured out. Trust that."
Yamcha nodded.
"Trust her. She knows what she's doing."
He shoved himself from the ground.
"I better get to Goku's. He was needing a sparring partner."

"Thanks Yamcha."
Piccolo never got up.

"No problem."
He smiled at him.

"Remember, she knows what she's doing. She knows herself and Vegeta better than we do. Trust that."

Piccolo nodded.

"Later, man."
He darted into the sky.

Piccolo leaned his head against the rock. His lilac eyes closed as he tried to calm his racing mind. The look in her eyes when he shouted at her...

"Shit..."
He rubbed his sweaty face. He sighed as he stood up.
"Dammit."

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Giana rested her feet on the desk in her room as she leaned back in the chair. She watched the fire flies as they circled around the lawn, lighting up the yard. Her curtains flowed as the breeze floated in through the windows. She took in the fresh night air. She sniffed. Her nose was stuffy and her eyes swollen. She didn't think she could cry any more than she had. She was lost in her thoughts. Too lost to notice Vegeta standing behind her. He examined her. Her dark hair flowed in the wind. Her pink nose was shining in what sunlight was left. He could feel her broken energy as she gazed out of the window.

"Ana."
She jumped, nearly falling out of her chair.

"Not right now, Vegeta. To be honest, and I know you'll love hearing this but, I can't handle your shit right now."
She settled back into her chair and turned her attention back out of the window.

Vegeta squinted at her. He turned to leave the room.
"No..."
He froze in the doorway. He looked back at her over his shoulder. He closed his eyes.
"What would I have done, ten years ago?"
He held his breath as he tried to think. He let it out and turned back to her. He swallowed his pride and walked toward her. He kneeled down in front of her.

"I said, not right now, Vegeta."
She was surprised when tears formed in her eyes.

"A..."
He almost whispered.

"What, Vegeta?"
She looked at him, annoyed.

He reached up and brushed a tear off of her cheek before leaning toward her, wrapping his arms around her. She gasped.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered against her ear.
"I'm so sorry."

"For... For what?"
She managed, startled and confused by his actions.

"I should have been here."
He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.
"I should have been here to protect you. I should have never let Zarbon touch you."
He quickly looked away from her.
"I..."
His voice shook in the darkness.
"Shit..."
He whispered.

She caught his hand as he tried to pull away from her. Giana rested her hand on his cheek. Her eyebrows knitted together as she felt the wetness on his cheek.
"Vegeta..."

"Don't!"
He growled, trying to pull away from her again.

"Stop."
She brushed her hand over his hair.
"Look at me. Say what you have to say."

His forehead hit her thigh. His body shook as he tried to hold back the emotions that were pounding against his chest. She pushed her chair out from under her and dropped to the floor in front of him. His head hung low as he braced himself, his palms against the hardwood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

"It's ok."
She whispered against his ear. His arms fell weakly around her waist. His body went limp in her lap.

"I should have come back for you."
His voice shook.

"It's alright, Vegeta."
Her gentle tone was soothing.
"You came and you saved me. I can't thank you enough."

"No..."
He looked up at her.
"I should have come for you. I promised I would. I promised I'd find you. I never did."

"Vegeta..."
She whispered, pulling him in. She kissed his shoulder and squeezed him tight.
"I found you. We are here now. That's all that matters, right?"

"I promised..."
He choked out.

"Hey..."
She pulled him back, cupping his face.
"It's alright."
She gave him a half-hearted smile.

His dark eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
"I'll never forgive myself for it, Ana. I can never get back the time we lost."

"Then let’s make the most of the time we have now."
She brushed her fingers over his cheeks.
"Stop pushing me away."

Without warning, Vegeta leaned into her, his lips crashed against hers. She gasped as his tongue pushed past her lips. He pulled her onto his lap. His hands pressed against her back, holding her as close as he could. His heart pounded. She fit perfectly in his arms. Her electric fingers trailed down his neck sending chills up his spine.

Giana's head spun. It had happened so fast; she hadn't even had time to process what he had done. Piccolo's words echoed in her ears.

"If you believe that, you're as stupid as he is."

Had he saved her for the right reasons? Had he let her go through all of that for his own potential gain?

She broke their embrace.
"Vegeta..."
Her breathless tone shook him.

"What is it? What's wrong?"
He could hardly see her in the darkness.

"I can't..."
She touched his face.
"This has to go slow..."
Piccolo's voice was louder than her own.

"Oh..."
The disappointment in his tone was evident. He leaned back on his hands. He couldn't stop the feeling of defeat.

"Don't be mad."
She frowned.

"I'm not."
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm not angry."
He kissed her forehead.
"If you need me, Ana, I'm just one door away."

Vegeta slid her off of his lap, pushed himself to his feet, and closed the door behind him as he left the room.

Giana sighed, resting her elbow on her chair and her forehead against her palm. Even when she had, what she thought, was the world in her arms, she couldn't seem to shake the wound left from her mentor. Her best friend. The only man that had been there for her in the last ten years. Tears hit her eyes again. She buried her face in her arm. Piccolo's dark eyes plagued her memory.

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Vegeta shoved open the door to his room and slammed it shut. He fell down to the bed. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

"I opened up to her."
He muttered.
"I gave her everything I had..."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He had taken down every wall that he had built to show her that he was still the man she needed, that he was still the man she had fallen so hard for. He wanted her to see into his heart. She had gotten a glimpse of the man he kept locked away and often ignored.

"Ungrateful..."
He growled.
He leaned back on his bed, and stared up at the ceiling.
"Take it slow? What does that even mean?"

There was something about the way she said it that made him cringe. Vegeta knew that she loved him, there wasn't a doubt in his mind.

"Have I lost her?"

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Piccolo paced the ground, lost in his thoughts. How would he tell her? What would he say? What if she didn't forgive him? What if she hated him? His hands shook as he looked up at her open window. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and lifted up to her window. the pain in his chest was almost overwhelming as he took in the sight in front of him. Giana's shoulders shook as she sobbed against the chair. She seemed so broken. Guilt swept over him, almost knocking him out of the sky. He silently slipped into her window. Had she even noticed his presence? He kneeled down next to her, unsure of his next move. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. The lump in his throat caught any noise he tried to make. His heart shattered as her body shook. She could barely hold herself up.

Giana looked back at him as his fingers brushed against her shoulder. She shivered as his fingers trailed through her hair. His lilac eyes were barely visible in the dark room but nothing could hide the guilt that harbored behind them. Not even the darkness. Weakly, she rose up on her knees and moved toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her face against his neck as she sobbed harder.

"I'm sorry."
He whispered against her ear.
"I didn't mean it."
A trembling hand tangled into her hair and the other gently caressed her back.

"You were right."
She muttered against his green skin.
"I'm so stupid."

He pulled her back, cupping her face, forcing her to look at him.
"You're not stupid, Giana. Do you hear me?"

She only cried harder at the sight of him. He had apologized but she was still hurting. She still couldn't shake the anger in his eyes as his voice echoed through the field. She couldn't shake the feeling that, he was gone for good and it was all her fault.
"Shit..."
He pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms once again. She crumbled against him. He unsnapped his cape and let it fall to the floor behind him, letting him hold her closer. His knees hit the floor, careful not to lose his grip on her.
"I shouldn't have yelled at you."
He muttered against her hair. She grabbed a fist full of his tunic and held it tight.
"I'll never yell at you again. I swear it."
A familiar lump rose in his throat as he spoke. He tried hard to swallow it down but there was nothing that was going to stop it now. Tears filled his purple eyes as he rocked her gently.
"Never again."
He muttered, his voice cracking.
"I hate that I caused this. You deserve so much better."

"Please don't leave me."
She whispered against his chest.

"What?"
His fingers slipped under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his.
"Is that what you think?"
He frowned.
"Do you think I'm going to leave you?"
Her green eyes shifted away from him and her grip on his tunic tightened. A hot tear escaped his lilac gaze as he examined her.
"Ana..."
He whispered.
"I could never leave you. I couldn't ever not have you in my life."
She looked back at him, studying his face.
"I will never leave your side. I promise you that."
Chills covered his body as Giana slowly raised herself to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I don't ever want to lose you, Piccolo."
She whispered.
"I can't lose you."

"You never will."
He closed his eyes, taking in her presence. The warmth of her body against his made his heart skip a beat.
"I swear I'll always be there for you. Even if we argue, I'll still be there, Ana."

"I love you, Piccolo."
Her voice shook as the words left her lips.

Piccolo leaned back to look at her. Her body tensed as his eyes met hers. Regret crept into her mind. His silence made her nervous.

"I'm sorry."
She turned away from him, rose to her feet and walked to the window. The crescent moon was small but bright enough to light up the lawn. She shivered as his fingers caressed her shoulders. She leaned against him, never taking her eyes off of the horizon. His jaw pressed against her temple.
"What did you say?"
His tone was flat.

"I shouldn't have said..."

His fingers wrapped around her hips and spun her around. She gasped.
"What did you say, Ana?"
His expression was unreadable.

"I... I..."
She bit her lips, unable to get the words back out.

"Please, A..."
The pounding of his heart was almost defining.
"Say it again..."

"I said..."
Her breath caught in her chest.
"I love you, Piccolo."
She almost whispered.

"That's what I thought you said."
He growled.
His large hand slid against her cheek and into her hair. Her fingers tangled into his shirt, as she pulled him forward. Her lips were soft against his. His body trembled as her tongue danced across his bottom lip, begging for access. He let his mouth fall open, taking in her sweet essence. He lifted her off of the ground before setting her on the vanity. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. He leaned into her body. He wanted more of her and she did of him. She pulled his turban off of his head and tossed it to the bed. Giana groaned against his mouth as his fingers found their way against the skin at the small of her back. The sound of her wanting more of him made his knees weak.

He groaned as her tongue plunged into his mouth. He lifted her from the desk before carrying her to the bed. Her back hit the mattress. He hovered over her, careful not to put his weight on her.

"Ana..."
He breathed against her mouth.

"Yeah?"
She pushed him back to look at him.

"I love you, too."
His fingers traced her forehead.
"I wanted you to know that before this went any further. You deserve to hear it. I've never loved anyone before. Honestly, I haven't always been the best person. I have my skeletons and I hold my guilt for the things that I've done but, you've helped me. You've helped change me in a way that I only hoped for before you came here. I can't thank you enough for bringing out the best in me, Giana."
His lilac eyes sparked as they filled with tears.
"You do that, you know? You make me a better person."

"Piccolo..."
She whispered, her fingers running down his cheek. She pulled him back to her, his forehead resting against hers. His fingers tangled into her hair before feverishly consuming her lips once more. Chills covered his body as she tugged at the top of his gi. He broke their kiss and sat up, never taking his eyes off of her. His shirt hit the floor with a thud. Giana raised herself up on her elbows to examine his chiseled features. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes scanned him. Piccolo couldn't help but smile. He loved the way she was looking at him. He hadn't realized it before but, it was the way he had been praying she would look at him for over a year now. His fingers wrapped around her waist. His arms flexed as he pulled her up to meet him.

"Ana, wait..."
He shivered as her lips traced his jaw.

"Hmm?"
Her lips vibrated against his skin.

"Listen..."
He reluctantly pulled away from her and stood from the bed.
"I... Um..."
He licked his lips.

"What's the matter?"
Her eyebrows knitted together as she rose to meet him.
"Is there something wrong?"

"Yes... No!"
He answered quickly.
"No. There's nothing wrong. I just wanted to tell you before I make myself look like a jackass..."

"What is it?"
Her fingers traced the side of his face. He leaned into her palm.

"I... Uh... Well..."
He shrugged.
"I've never... Uh..."
He tried hard to muster up the courage to tell her. Would she laugh? He could feel his face flashing a shade of pink that he didn't think was possible with his dark green skin.
"I've never..."
He sighed, trying to settle his nerves.

"You've never done this before?"
She sounded a bit surprised.

"No."
He shook his head, embarrassed.
"I've never had someone that loved me, so... No."
Her silence made his nerves vibrate.
"I understand if you want to stop. I mean, I'll probably embarrass myself anyway."
He shrugged again.

"No!"
She answered quickly.
"I mean, if you want to do this, that is. I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

He took her cheeks in his palms.
"You're the only person I feel comfortable doing this with."

"If you ever want to stop, just tell me. We can stop, ok?"
She gave him a serious look.

"Alright."
He smiled at her before pressing his lips against hers.

She whimpered as the heat of his breath swirled against the base of her neck. She pulled him closer, wanting his skin against hers. He pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the pile they were creating. He leaned against her. The feel of her hot skin against his was electrifying. Their bodies seemed to spark as they touched. His fingers slipped into her back pockets. He squeezed her backside as he pulled her as close as she could become. His lips trailed down her neck. Her nails bit into the skin at his biceps, spiraling him into a level of ecstacy that he could hardly wrap his head around. He groaned against her skin, nearly collapsing. He cradled her back as he leaned her against the mattress once again. She shivered as his hot lips glided across her chest. Instinct was quickly taking over Piccolo. Whatever nerves held him back before were quickly fading. He pulled down the straps at her shoulders, exposing the tanned skin under the fabric of her bra. She gasped as he cupped her breast in his palm. Though his hands were rough from years of training and fighting, his touch was gentle. His length pressed against the denim between her legs. A moan escaped her as Piccolo took her breast into his mouth. His tongue danced against her skin. Her back arched, pressing her body against his. She reached down between their bodies, tugging at the strings that held his trousers up. He caught her hand as she brought it to his face. She let him guide her back down to his groin. He pressed her palm against his length through the fabric. He groaned. The breath seemed to be knocked out of him and his body stiffened. His forehead pressed against hers.

"I feel like I'm going to explode."
He breathed.

She giggled.
"Stop me if you get uncomfortable."
She whispered, kissing him.

Giana pushed Piccolo off of her and stood from the bed. His hands caressed her toned stomach as he kissed her hips. She tugged on his hand. He followed her silent direction and rose from the mattress to meet her. Her hip glided against his length forcing out a deep growl. She smiled, proud of what she could do to him. His knees shook as he struggled to stand. He reached down for her back pockets. He wanted nothing more than to have her against him again. He traced the small of her back, expecting to encounter the denim shield. He leaned back and looked down into her glowing green eyes when he didn’t find it. He bit his lip before letting his trousers fall to the floor.

Piccolo took a step back from her, examining her body in what little light they had. His heart pounded as is lilac eyes traced the curves of her body.
"You're so beautiful."
He whispered, truly taken aback by the glowing figure in front of him. She was stunning. Her dark curly hair flowed down her shoulders and chest, covering her breasts. Her small frame seemed so fragile in this state but the muscle that flexed under her skin was begging to prove otherwise. Her hips gave her a perfect hour glass shape. Piccolo swallowed hard as he watched her walk toward him. He shivered as her skin pressed fully against him.

"A..."
He whispered, stopping her lips just before they pressed against his. He wrapped an arm around the small of her back, spinning her around, and hovering over her as her back fell against the comforter.
"This will change everything. You know that..."

"I know."
She nodded.
"As long as I have you, I can handle it."
Giana's legs wrapped around him. He looked up at her, unsure of what to do next. She smiled a sweet smile at him before reaching between them. He shook as her fingers wrapped around his length as she helped position him against her.
"Push."
She whispered.

Piccolo did as he was told. He groaned as her wet warmth encased him. Her eyebrows knitted together as she whimpered, taking him, slowly, inside of her.
"Are you alright? I don't want to hurt you."
He gave her a worried look.

"I'm ok."
She breathed.
"Go slow. I just need to adjust to you."

He slowly pushed the rest of his length into her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. His body tensed. His instincts were clawing at him. His body begged to pulse inside of her. It was everything he could do to hold still. He didn't want to hurt her. He slowly slid out of her. She moaned as he slid into her a little faster. He pressed his forehead to hers as his pace began to quicken.
He growled against her lips.

He kissed her hard as he gave in to his instincts. His thrusts sped up and her back arched. He shivered as she called to him. He couldn't help but watch as his length disappeared inside of her. He had to witness the act that set his body on fire. Her soft walls wrapped around him, gripping every inch. Her fingers sparked against his skin. He could feel the fire she had ignited building as she called out to him. Ecstasy washed over him. He bit his bottom lip hard trying his best to hold back the explosion he felt coming on. She was the gasoline to his fire and the more she moved, the more she touched him, the more he fuel was added.

"What have you done to me?"
He breathed.

His fingers tangled into her hair and his groin throbbed. She almost screamed as her climax hit her hard. Her back arched. Sweat fell from his chin onto her neck. Her nails bit into his back. His toes curled as her walls gripped him. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He ached to release the fire. His body exploded. His jaw clenched as he spilled into her. He squeezed her shoulder, holding her in place as he thrust into her a few more, weary, times.

Giana pulled him to her. His body shook. His forehead rested against her shoulder as they tried to catch their breath.

"Holy shit."
He breathed.

"What?"
She giggled, resting her hand against his cheek.

"I didn't know anything could feel this good."
He almost chuckled. She smiled and kissed his sweaty temple.
"Does it feel that good every time?"
He lifted his head to look at her.

"Sometimes better."
She smiled with a nod.

His lilac eyes sparkled.
"Everything is different now, isn't it?"
He gave her a worried look.

"Yeah."
She nodded again.

*Part two is coming soon!*
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