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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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*3 Months Later*
“Why do you do that?”
Yamcha screamed, Giana standing in front of him, her devilish smirk on her mouth.
“What’s the matter, Lover Boy? Can’t handle getting your ass kicked, again?”
She giggled.
The Gravity Room at Bulma’s had done amazing things to her body and strength. Yamcha worked hard to keep up with her but, the truth was, she was far more powerful than he had ever dreamed of becoming. She was a Sayian, after all. Strength and power ran deep in her blood.
Her foot connected with his chest, sending him sailing across the plains and into the side of the rock hill. Dust and dirt covered him from head to toe. Anger swam through him like a fish in a stream. If he could best her, just once, he would be happy.
She shot him a challenging glare.
“Let’s go, Pretty Boy.”
Yamcha darted at her, angrier than ever. He swung his fists. The dust around them flew into the air, covering them. He stopped when Ana fell silent. He stepped back, waiting for her to show the bloody lip or nose he knew he had given her. He breathed hard as the dust cleared. She was gone.
“What the fuck?”
He looked around.
“You ran away?”
He yelled, confidently.
His face skid across the grass as a foot connected to the back of his head. He stumbled to his feet to see her muscular figure in front of him.
“You fucking blindsided me! That’s not fair!”
“Fair?”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“You think your enemies will be fair?”
She laughed a condescending laugh.
“How can you be so wise and yet, have so much to learn, my love?”
Giana shook her head before turning and walking toward the small hut that Bulma had loaned them for wilderness training.
Yamcha shook with fury as he watched her walk away from him with her pride displayed on her face. His teeth ground together. His fists clenched. He kicked off the ground, lifting into the air and speeding toward her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into the side of the metal hut.
“Fuck you!”
He screamed in her face.
“Am I a joke to you? Do you really think I can’t beat you?”
The shocked look on her face faded as his questions kept coming.
“Do you not think I’m good enough, strong enough, or fast enough to beat you?”
His eyes were almost red with anger.
“No.”
She smiled at him.
He punched the wall beside her head.
“Fuck you!”
He screamed.
“Why do I even put up with you?”
He let her go, stomping away from her.
“Running away, again, I see.”
She crossed her arms.
He spun around to her.
“Running away?”
He couldn’t yell any louder than he was.
“I’m not fucking running away, Giana! I’m walking away before I say or do something I’ll regret!”
His nose was almost touching hers now.
“I’m being the better person.”
He grunted and walked away from her.
She put her hands on her hips as she watched him. His body was seething with anger. He was angry, embarrassed, and never once looked this sexy to her. She smiled as he kicked the dirt, mumbling terrible things about her under his breath. He disappeared into the tree line. He was getting stronger. She could feel it.
“Stupid condescending bitch!”
He groaned, punching the trunk of the large tree.
“Why do I keep her around? Why is she even here? Why do I put up with her ignorant Sayian shit?”
Yamcha punched the tree again, this time, to his surprise, cracking it in half. He watched it fall, shocked at how strong he had truly become.
“Finally.”
He looked back at the green eyed woman behind him. If he got any angrier, he would explode. He glared at her.
“What the fuck do you want? Are you here to make fun of me some more?”
“Possibly.”
She shrugged with a giggle.
“Are you going to give me a reason to?”
“Leave!”
He shouted.
“Get the fuck away from me! I hate you! You’re only good for one thing! All women are! Bitches are a dime a dozen, Ana! I don’t need you!”
She raised her eyebrow ay him.
“No… You don’t, Yamcha.”
She reached behind her neck and tugged the knot free.
“But I need you.”
Giana gave him her best bedroom eyes as she let her top fall to the ground.
“You think this will fix this?”
He looked at her, his blood had now reached it’s boiling point.
She stepped toward him, letting her skin press against his training vest.
“You’re mad at me. You need to calm down and let off some of that steam.”
He swallowed hard, trying to resist her.
“No shit?”
He managed sarcastically.
“That’s why I walked away from you!”
“Let me help you let off that steam, Yamcha.”
She kissed his neck.
“Show me how frustrated you really are.”
He slammed her back against a nearby tree and pushed his body to hers.
“You asked for it.”
He grunted before kissing her.
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Vegeta sat silently, eating his meal as the other Z fighters around him talked and laughed. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as Krillin made a terrible joke. From the moment he had arrived on this planet, he had wanted to smash Krillin like the bug he believed him to be but, hadn’t.
“He may still be of some use.”
Vegeta thought to himself.
“Hey, Guys? Where’s Yamcha? On a hot date?”
Krillin wiggled his eyebrows.
“Training.”
Goku managed between bites of his food.
“Wilderness training.”
“With ‘A’?”
Krillin looked at Goku.
Over the last few months, Krillin had decided that her full name was too much of a mouthful. It shortened to “Ana,” and then “Ana,” and now, “A.” She was content with it. Yamcha’s friends had very quickly become her family. They loved her and she loved them.
“Yeah. I checked in on them yesterday. She’s been stomping him all over the place. She will strengthen him though. She has a funny way of doing it but she will.”
Goku rubbed his full stomach.
“Is that how Sayians train, Vegeta?”
Vegeta glanced at Krillin.
“They just rip others to shreds until they give up or get better?”
“That’s how my father taught me. I still don’t believe that she’s a Sayian.”
Vegeta scowled.
“There are three Sayians left in the universe and she had never been one of them.”
“She’s a Sayian, alright!”
Goku laughed.
“What makes you so sure?”
Vegeta glared at him.
“She had a tail!”
He reached for another bowl of rice.
“She said she lost it when she was younger but she has a scar similar to mine.”
Vegeta stared at him.
“What?”
Goku managed with a mouth full of rice.
“You! Baldy!”
Vegeta shouted.
Krillin nearly choked on his food.
“Yes?”
“What did you say this broad’s name is?”
He glared at the short man across the table.
“We call her ‘A’. Her name is Giana but…”
Before Krillin could finish his sentence, Vegeta had scooped him up by the collar of his shirt and against the wall.
“What did you just say?”
Vegeta’s heart pounded.
Krillin shook from head to toe. He couldn’t get her name out of his mouth.
“Vegeta! Put him down!”
Goku demanded.
“Her name is Giana!”
Krillin screamed.
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A trail of clothes ran from the tree line, back to the metal hut. Yamcha slammed her against the door as it slammed behind them. Anger still pulsed through him. His mouth captured hers as he tore off her panties. Ana let him take control. He had worked hard all week for this moment. A single moment of victory. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her from the floor. He tossed her onto the bed as they stumbled into the bedroom. His fiery eyes watched her as he kicked the door closed behind him.
She bit her bottom lip. The frustrated glow on his skin, the fire in his eyes, and his rough and commanding demeanor had her on the edge of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Yamcha grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.
He smiled as she groaned.
“You pissed me off.”
He managed.
“Do I get a punishment for it?”
She batted her less-than-innocent eyes at him before smiling.
He growled as he pulled her legs around his waist and hovered over her.
“Oh yeah.”
He flashed her a devilish grin before thrusting hard into her. She gasped as her back arched into the mattress.
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“Stop, Vegeta!”
Bulma ran after the prince as he stormed up to his bedroom. His fist slamming into the wall with every step.
“Stop destroying my house!”
“Get the fuck away from me!”
He screamed at her.
Bulma froze as her eyes connected with the Sayian’s.
“Is he crying?”
She wondered as she studied him.
“Vegeta, let me help you. Let’s talk.”
A bright light grew in Vegeta’s right hand.
“Get away or so help me Kame, I will blast you into another dimension!”
Bulma took a couple steps away from him. He continued down the hallway, disappeared into his room, and slammed the door.
Vegeta couldn’t breathe. His heart raced. His head was spinning. This couldn’t be right. How many times had he asked the tellers around the galaxy about the last of the Sayians? How many times had he been told the answer.
“It was all a lie?”
He muttered to himself.
Anger swept over him.
“How could she betray me, and with a piece of shit like him?”
Vegeta lifted the desk in the corner of the room before throwing it at the wall, shattering it to mere splinters. He blasted the door open and stomped down the hall and out of the door.
“Vegeta…”
Goku stepped in front of him.
“Kakarot, get the fuck out of my way or I will blast you as well.”
He growled, trying to get around him.
“Wait, Vegeta. Where are you going?”
Goku grabbed his friend’s shoulders.
“Think this through. Is this the best plan of action?”
Vegeta’s dark onyx eyes glared at Goku.
“I will kill him if he’s touched her! I’ll rip him to shreds!”
His nose flared and he could hardly breathe at the thought.
“She…”
Goku watched him, shocked as the usual prideful man in front of him choked up.
“I need to see her. It’s been ten years.”
He cleared his throat. He took a deep breath trying to catch his own. His body shook as anger pulsed through him.
“Move!”
He screamed, sending a Ki blast toward Krillin, nearly hitting him. Goku looked in Krillin’s direction long enough for Vegeta to kick off of the ground and sail high into the air. He closed his eyes trying to sense the trash Yamcha’s energy level was. Anger ran through his veins as he caught a hint to the east. He darted toward the reading.
“No!”
Goku flew after him, closely followed by Krillin and Piccolo.
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Giana’s nails cut like blades at Yamcha’s back as his hips ground into hers. He winced at the pain but didn’t dare stop her. Sweat poured from their bodies.
“Oh Ana…”
He managed breathlessly before kissing her.
“Yamcha…”
She whispered against his lips, spinning him into a dimension of passion he had never felt before.
“Ah, baby…”
He groaned as his head spun.
“Together.”
He whispered, pacing himself.
Ana’s green eyes locked with his as he rocked into her. Her nails bit at his back once more as she closed in on her climax. He pressed his forehead against hers, losing himself in her. Her fingers twisted into his long dark hair as she screamed his name.
“Now, baby.”
He whispered.
She closed her eyes. Her back arched against the bed as she hit her climax hard. He groaned as he thrust his hips into her, harder than before. His body shook as he struggled to hold himself up. His own climax rose to the surface as he watched her body move under him. She pulled him against her as she took in every last drop of him. He collapsed against her, tucking his forehead against her neck. His hot breath swirled against her skin.
“Wow.”
She smiled before kissing his forehead. Her body quivered as she held him close.
He lifted off of her, rolling to her side. She looked at him and smiled.
“Ready for me to kick your ass again?”
“Where do you get your energy, woman?”
He sighed, still breathless.
“I’m a Sayian, love.”
She rolled toward him and kissed him.
“I’m unstoppable.”
She winked at him before springing from the bed. She pulled on her training gear.
“Get up! Let’s do this! Unless, you’re scared.”
Her taunting tone left him with no choice.
Yamcha slowly lifted his shaking body from the bed. He tugged on his cotton pants and sleeveless blue shirt.
“Ready for me?”
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He reached for the handle of the door.
“I’m always ready for you, baby.”
The breath was stolen from her chest as her back hit the wall. Her head spun. Warm liquid dripped down from her nose and across her lips. She tried to take a breath. She coughed as the dust cloud around her settled on to her.
Yamcha reached for her.
“Ana?”
He shouted.
“Are you ok?”
He reached around for her trying to clear the dust from his eyes.
“Answer me!”
He screamed.
A gloved hand wrapped around his neck before slamming him against the metal wall. His feet kicked as they were lifted off of the ground. He blinked hard trying to clear his blurry vision. A dark figure slowly came into view. The blue of the figures clothes… The gold of the shoulder guards… The olive skin on the figures face… The dark, almost red, eyes that glared at him in an all too familiar way… Finally, the spiked hair, a mess as usual… The hand around his throat tightened.
Giana stumbled to her feet, never taking her eyes off of the dark figure. She lunged, knocking the man to the ground. A fist connected with her nose as she struggled to pin the figure to the ground. She rolled across the floor, only stopping when she hit the kitchen door. Her head spun as she watched the figure, walking toward Yamcha again. She kicked off of the door and tackled the figure again. She grabbed a fist full of dark hair and slammed his face into the floor once.. twice.. three times. She rolled the figure to it’s back. She swung, connecting hard. Blood covered her fist. She swung again. White boots wrapped around her neck before flinging her back to the ground. The same booted foot kicked her hard in the nose sending her through the kitchen door and slamming her against the cabinets. Plates, cups, forks, spoons, and knives came crashing down around her. She pulled the knife out of her leg and ran back to where Yamcha had been. The dark figure picked him up by the throat again before slinging him across the room like a rag doll. Giana kicked the figure, with both feet, in the back sending it through the front door and into the grass. She pounced on the blue suited intruder that was now covering his face. She raised the knife above her head. Blood dripped from her nose and mouth. Dark eyes peeked up at her from behind the white gloves. Her heart skipped. Her breath caught in her chest.
Her green eyes widened as she studied his face, the knife still above her head.
“Vegeta?”
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