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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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“Ready to go?”
Yamcha smiled at Giana as she made her way out on to the patio after her bath.
“Yeah.”
She smiled back, running her fingers through her wet hair.
“So, um…”
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Have you decided if you were staying tonight or not?”
She couldn’t help but smile at him.
“I haven’t quite decided yet.”
She shrugged.
Vegeta looked back at her dark figure, still unable to get a good look at her face.
“There is no way a woman like her would fall for a fool like that anyway.”
He mumbled under his breath. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Let’s go woman.”
He commanded, standing up and walking away from Bulma.
“I need some stress relief.”
Bulma giggled and hurried after him.
Yamcha offered his hand to Giana.
“Follow me?”
She took it.
“After you, sir.”
They both darted into the night sky. She held his hand tight as he led her through the city. She smiled as she watched the lights twinkle below them. Yamcha couldn’t help but smile as he watched her. She was stunning, even when she was covered in dirt.
Yamcha pulled her close and pressed his lips to her ear.
“I want to show you something.”
He whispered, pulling her closer.
She shivered as his warm breath swirled around her ear. She squeezed his hand.

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“Easy, Vegeta!”
Bulma managed, breathlessly.
“You’re going too hard!”
“Shut up, woman! I’ll never get off if you continue talking.”
He groaned between thrusts.
Vegeta didn’t want her. He didn’t love her. Hell, he didn’t even like her. Her voice made his skin crawl and her touch made his stomach turn.
He closed his eyes and let his memories take over. Her green eyes watched him as he made love to her. The smell of her hair as he kissed her neck. The gentle touch of her finger tips against his skin. The careful way she would soothe his wounds after a battle. He shivered as the thought of her soft, rose petal lips brushing against his. His heart longed for her. His body reeled for her. God, how he missed her.
He let his mind travel back to their last moment together.
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Vegeta collapsed against her neck, breathless. She held him close. Her fingers brushed through his hair.
“I have to go.”
Ana whispered against his forehead.
“Don’t leave me here alone.”
He squeezed her into a hug.
She laughed.
“You know if either of our fathers caught us, we would both lose our heads.”
She kissed his forehead.
“I have to go, Baby.”
He sighed as her body left his bed. It was so much warmer with her in it. It felt complete with her in it. He watched her as she pulled on her clothes and boots. She brushed her fingers through her hair, trying to freshen herself up. Vegeta pushed her against the door, kissing her. Her knees shook as his tongue pushed past her lips. He trailed kisses down her neck.
“Vegeta…”
She pulled him closer.
“Hmm?”
His mouth never left her skin. He gently bit her ear. He smiled against her skin as she groaned.
“I love you.”
She whispered.
Ana covered her mouth as soon as the words left her.
Vegeta froze. He pulled away from her before turning to face the only window in the room. His heart fluttered. He had longed to hear her say those three little words but, at the same time, 'love' had never been an emotionthat came easy to him. Truly, the simple word struck fear into the heart of the prince. "Love make a man weak," his father would say. "Love is an empty emotion. It's too easy too say and too easy to not feel it."
“I’m sorry.”
She managed as she wrapped her arms around him. She leaned her cheek against his back.
“I’m so sorry.”
He turned to her. The tears in her eyes almost brought him to his knees. He pressed his forehead to hers.
“You better go…”
She nodded before quietly opening the door and silently slipping out of his room. The door clicked behind her.
“I love you too, Giana…”
He whispered.
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Yamcha watched her as she told her story.
“I was about seventeen when I lost my mother and father so I guess.. Yeah… I’ve been all alone since then.”
“Your whole family?”
Yamcha gave her a sad look as he squeezed her hand tighter.
“Yeah. My mother, father, brother, boyfriend, everyone.”
She sighed.
“I mean, I get along fine on my own. It would be nice to have friends but, it’s not necessary, ya know?”
“My friends are my family… I don’t know how I would be here today without them.”
Yamcha frowned.
“I guess we will just have to adopt you into the family.”
He smiled at her.
She smiled back.
“That is, if you’ll have us.”
Ana laughed.
“You’re silly.”
“I’m serious!”
Yamcha squinted at her. Her sad eyes scanned the scenery.
“Hey.”
He pulled her to him, taking both hands into his own. He kneeled down on one knee and gave her his best “serious” face.
“What in the world?”
Giana laughed.
“Giana. Most beautiful Sayian of the Galaxy.”
He looked deep into her eyes.
“Will you please give me the honor of sharing my friends with you?”
He couldn’t help it, he laughed.
Ana knodded. Yamcha hugged her as they both laughed to tears.
His dark eyes met her green ones. He brushed a strand of her dark hair away from her cheek. His fingers brushed her neck. He gently pulled her toward him. She shivered as her lips met his. He cupped her cheeks as their kiss deepened. His body shook as she pulled him against her.
“Want to get out of here?”
He whispered against her lips.
“Please?”
She begged making his knees go weak.
Their kiss never broke as they lifted into the air and headed toward his apartment. Ana shivered as the cool night air bit at her skin. She pushed Yamcha against the door before they could get both feet on the ground. They fell inside as he turned the handle.
Yamcha’s back hit the floor. He squeezed her hips. She reluctantly broke their kiss as she straddled him. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Yamcha silently followed her direction. She set his body on fire as her lips sparked against his skin, finally capturing his mouth. His fingers trailed up her spine and into her hair.
Butterflies swirled inside of her as she sat up, looking at the man under her. His dark eyes studied her every move and every curve. He squeezed her hips as she untied the cotton knot at his waist. He sat up to meet her, kissing her chin. She ran her fingers through his hair.
“Thirty next Saturday.”
Yamcha whispered against her neck before cupping her face and kissing her.
“Huh?”
She pulled back, looking into his dark brown eyes.
He sighed, trying to catch his breath.
“I don’t want this to be a one night stand, Ana. I want to know you and I want you to know me…”
His nerves were starting to get the best of him.
“There’s something about you…”
He looked away from her, embarrassed.
“Sorry.”
Giana could almost see the defeat in his eyes. Who knew someone could be so attractive in such a weak state? She had a plan when she arrived on Earth earlier that day. She had a mission that she had spent the last eight of the ten years since her home planet was destroyed, trying to accomplish. Could she abandon it now for a man she hadn’t even known for twelve hours? For a man she knew very little about? A man that stirred a familiar, but distant, feeling inside of her? A man that drove her wild from the moment she met him?
“It’s been ten years, Ana…”
She told herself.
“Maybe it’s time to move on? Maybe it’s time to let life happen and see where it takes you?”
She watched him for a few more seconds.
“Just one night. That’s all we need to decide.”
“Twenty-seven.”
She smiled down at him.
Yamcha looked up at her.
“I’m twenty-seven.”
He rolled her on to her back. He studied her face, running his fingers through her hair. He softly kissed her lips.
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“Vegeta, slow down!”
Bulma cried.
“Shut your god forsaken mouth, Woman!”
Vegeta growled, trying not to look at the blue haired beauty underneath him.
“You’re hurting me!”
She cried out again.
Bulma shrieked as his cold hand wrapped around her mouth.
“I said, ‘shut your god damned mouth…”
He managed angrily.
She pushed away from him and stood from the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
He watched her, angry, and now, frustrated beyond belief.
“That hurt, Vegeta!”
She whined, pulling on her shirt.
“Then you should have shut your mouth! How do you expect me to get off if you’re talking the whole time? It’s bad enough that I have to see you! I don’t want to hear you as well!”
He scowled his usual scowl at her.
“You’re just using me for sex! This isn’t fair!”
She stomped her foot like a child.
“Bingo, Bitch! What gave you that idea?”
He smirked at her.
“Maybe it was last time when I wouldn’t fuck you unless your back was turned and head in the pillow? Or maybe the time before that when I pulled the blanked over your head while you sucked my dick?”
He pulled up his spandex pants and crossed his arms.
“Perhaps it was the moment that I told you I didn’t, nor would I ever feel anything for you. I called you my ‘toy’.”
Bulma began to cry.
“Here we go again with the tears.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Get out, wench! You’re pathetic!”
He shoved her out of the room and slammed the door in her face. He could hear her sobbing outside of his room. Never once did he feel sorry for her. He had made his position clear from the first time she had rubbed her ass on him in the Gravity Room. He couldn’t care about her. How could he when his heart had already belonged to someone else? A heart that died, that day, with his princess. A heart that no longer existed.
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Giana collapsed against Yamcha’s chest. She kissed his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Yamcha held her close, still trying to power down. His body was still ablaze from her fiery fingers. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her, moving to her own rhythm against him.
“Ana?”
He whispered against her ear.
“Yeah?”
She looked up at him with her emerald eyes.
“Stay with me?”
He begged.
“Just one night?”
She sat up to look at him. His eyes were still burning for her. He held his breath as he waited for an answer. She had tried so hard for eight years to find the man she had fallen so deeply in love with. She had searched the galaxy for him the way he had promised he would, for her. Was it time to face it? Was it time to accept the fact that he had forgotten about her?
Her heart flittered as Yamcha’s gentle fingers touched her arm.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to. I’ll understand.”
Giana closed her eyes, desperate to make a decision.

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She leaned back to look at him. Tears ran down her cheeks, her lips quivered, her body shook.
“How will I know? How will we be together again?”
He cupped her face.
“I will find you.”
Vegeta kissed her forehead.
“If I have to search for you for the rest of my life, I will find you. I swear it.”
He kissed her hard.
“I will find you, Ana.”
He whispered against her lips.
“Now, go!”

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“Where is he now?”
She wondered.
"Did he miss her?"
Yamcha let her go and pushed himself off of the bed. Ana jolted back to reality.
“Where are you going?”
She watched him.
“I’m just getting your things for you.”
He placed his finger under her chin and gave her a soft, but sad, smile before leaving the room.
She jumped from the bed and pulled on his shirt. She chased him out of the bedroom.
“Here you go, Ana.”
He smiled at her, handing her, her clothes.
“You’re welcome to take a shower before you go. It’s not near as fancy as Bulma’s but it does the job.”
Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Are you hungry?”
Ana set her clothes on the coffee table. He watched her, confused, as she made her way over to him. His body shivered as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned her head against his chest. He held her tight, terrified that this would be the last time. One night stands were Yamcha’s usual but, something about Giana made him want to hold on as long as he could.
He kissed her forehead.
“Don’t forget to come visit every once in a while, ok?”
He took in the cherry blossom scent that radiated from her.
“If you ever need anything, just call, ok?”
He whispered.
She nodded.
He let her go before disappearing into the bathroom. He leaned his hands against the counter.
“What is wrong with you?”
He asked himself.
“You don’t even know her.”
He sighed and ran his fingers through his long black hair. He glanced at himself in the mirror. His eyes traced the long scar on his cheek.
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Ana pulled on her clothes and boots. Did she want to leave? No. Should she leave? That was the real question. Could she live the rest of her life never knowing what happened to her Sayian prince? Could she live without the regret?
Yamcha came around the corner as she pulled the front door open.
“I guess I’ll be seeing ya.”
She forced a smile at him.
“Yeah.”
He frowned.
“Remember, if you ever need anything, just call. I’ll be there.”
She nodded.
“I will. Promise.”
She gathered her strength and turned to walk out the door.
“Wait!”
He grabbed her hand.
“Be careful, ok? It’s pretty late and really dark.”
She smiled.
“I’ll be fine.”
The door clicked closed behind her.
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He leaned against the door, desperately wanting to run after her. He pushed himself away from the door and made his way to the kitchen. He pulled a beer from the fridge and popped off the top before chugging down about half of the bottle. The doorbell rang. Yamcha almost ran to the door and yanked it open with a smile.
“Krillin?”
“Hey, Buddy!”
Krillin smiled up at him.
“Giana left her gloves at Bulma’s. I’m just here to return them.”
“Shit.”
Yamcha sighed.
“She left about twenty minutes ago.”
“You let her go?”
The bald man looked up at him, surprised.
“Why?”
“Because I’m an idiot.”
He took another drink of his beer.
“Yeah you are! She was a knockout!”
Krillin shook his head.
“I wouldn’t have let her go. I’m not that stupid!”
“Thanks, Krillin!”
Yamcha took the gloves from his friend, annoyed.
“See ya later.”
He shoved his short friend to the door.
He tossed the gloves onto the coffee table and made his way back to the kitchen for another beer. The doorbell rang again. He rolled his eyes before pulling the door back open.
“Krillin! This better be…”
Green eyes looked back at him.
“Ana?”
His watched her as she nervously tapped the toes of her boots in front of him.
“What are you doing here? I mean, are you ok?”
“Yeah!”
She smiled.
“I was just thinking about what you said, ya know, about it being dark and late. You’re right.”
She ran her fingers through her hair.
“It’s late and I’m a little tired. I figured it would be best if I just stayed with you tonight, if that’s ok?”
Yamcha smiled at her, trying hard to mask the utter excitement pulsing through his body.
“Of course!”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
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Vegeta stared up at the ceiling. He tried to sleep but every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Not the blue haired woman that did everything in her power to help him. Not her. He saw the green eyed vixen.
“I should have helped you, Giana.”
Guilt rushed over him.
“I should have told you. I should have told you, every single time I had the chance. You deserved to hear it. You deserved to know how much I loved you.”
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Yamcha pulled her against his chest. His fingers swirled through her dark raven hair. It had been a long time since she had felt so safe. It had been even longer since she had felt like someone else cared for her.
“Goodnight Beautiful.”
Yamcha managed before letting himself drift off with her in his arms.
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