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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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Vegeta rubbed a towel over his hair as he made his way to his bedroom. His muscles ached and his bones cracked. He tossed the towel onto his bed and pulled on his cotton pants and slipped his shirt over his head. He tied his waistband and tugged on his boots. A familiar voice caught his attention outside of the window. He glanced down at the back patio. Giana kicked up at Goku. Krillin sat at the picnic table, Master Roshi to his left and Piccolo on his right, watching the pair Tien slid onto the bench nect to them.
"Very good, Ana."

Goku encouraged her.

"Clear your mind. Don't think. Let your body do what it does best."

She kicked again, letting out a loud yell. Her heel slammed into Goku's palm.
Six months had gone by since Yamcha's death and she had been with Goku every single day, training, growing, changing, learning to control her power levels.
"Don't hold back! You won’t hurt me."

Goku smiled at her.

"Punch harder! I know you have it in you! Release it!"
Giana swung as hard as she could. Her fist connected with his palm. She swung again. Anger burned inside of her. Goku watched her close as her eyes sparked. Her power level began to rise.

"Wait!"

He grabbed her fist as it came in one last time.

"You need to relax, Ana. Don't get frustrated with yourself."

He tilted her chin to look at him. She glanced over at Vegeta, making his way onto the patio.

"Don't look at him."

Goku's voice softened.

"It's just you and me out here."

She nodded before taking a few steps back and shifting into stance.

"Give me all you've got."

Goku smirked.
She glared at him as sweat poured down her face. She swung, connecting with his palm. She spun, her boot landing in the opposite hand.

"Again!"

He shouted.

Vegeta's figure caught her attention. He leaned against the tall oak tree at the end of the patio. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Come on, Ana!"

Goku grabbed her attention.

"Again!"

Giana swung. She brought her boot around, connecting hard with Goku's shoulder.

"Atta girl!"

He smiled proudly.

Her fists flew into his palms.

"Keep your eyes on your motivation!"

He shouted.

"Let it drive you!"
Yamcha's pale face flashed in front of her eyes. Her body pulsed. Her power level sky rocketed. She crouched before sweeping Goku's feet out from under him. His back hit the ground. He looked up at her, shocked. She straddled his chest, fists still flying. Goku's body rattled and bone cracked as she landed her blow to his nose.

"Ana!"

Goku shouted, trying to break through her concentration.

"Ana!"

He covered his head.

She gasped as he caught her shoulders and in one swift motion, rolled her to her back, pinning her to the ground. His voice softened.

"Stop!"

He wiped his nose.

"Stop..."

He took her hand, helping her to her feet.

"What's the matter? You almost had it completely under control! What happened, Ana?"
Her green eyes darted toward Vegeta.

"I can't do it..."

She muttered breathlessly.

"I just can't do it."

She spun around to walk away from him.
"Do not walk away!"

He sprung up in front of her.

"Don't give up on this, Ana! You can do it!"

Goku tried hard to encourage her.

"You just have to try harder!"
Tears formed in her grassy green eyes.

"Didn't you hear me? I can't do it!"

She shouted.
"Why not?"

He squinted at her.
"I just can't..."

She couldn't look at him. Ana wanted to push herself and learn all she could from him. She wanted to overcome her own restraints and learn to control her power. She wanted to give it her all but how could she? How could she put her all into her goals when she felt so broken. There were too many pieces of her soul missing to put her everything into her training.

"I can't give you my everything when I don't even know where all of the pieces to my puzzle are."

She kicked into the air, disappearing into the distance.
Goku's dark eyes darted toward Vegeta.
"She's pathetic."

Vegeta chuckled, crossing his arms.
Krillin couldn't help himself.

"Leave her alone, Vegeta. She's upset. She's confused, She's heart broken and, I know you'll love this part but, it's all your fault..."
Vegeta scowled at him.

"I did you all a favor. That waste of space would have held us all down!"
"Enough!"

Goku shouted, shocking everyone.

"Enough. Both of you. Bulma will be back in no time with the Dragon Balls and we will use them for the right reason."

He glared at the pair.

"I hope that, by that time, we only have to wish one of us back and not two..."

He squinted at Krillin.

"Or three..."

His gaze shifted toward Vegeta.
"What are you saying, Kakarot?"

He smirked.

"Are you going to kill me for destroying baldy?"
"No. I don't think I'll have to."

Goku kicked into the air.

"Ana could kill you with one arm behind her back. You just better hope I'm there to stop her."

He darted off in the direction she had gone.
Vegeta's teeth clenched together. His fists tightened.

"That was a joke right?"

He managed.

"He's taunting me!"

He quickly flew in Goku's direction. He deserved a fight after what he had said.
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Ana collapsed against the trunk of the large tree, her back scraping against the rough bark.She couldn't stand Vegeta's dark judgmental eyes on her back. She could hardly stand to be on the same planet with him.
"If you expect me to help you, Ana, I need to know what's going on with you! Why can't you focus?"

Goku stood in front of her, his arms crossed, an angred look on his face.
Vegeta landed silently. It didn't matter how low her power level was, he could always feel her presence. She couldn't hide from him even if she burried herself in the sand. Guilt rushed over him as he watched her. Her small delicate, yet powerful, hands covered her face. He silently stepped toward her, trying hard not to be noticed. Why was she crying now? What happened to the proud, happy woman he had fallen so hard for so long ago? Only once could he remember her in tears but since they had been reunited, she had produced enough tears to fill the swimming pool at Capsule Corp.
"What is wrong with me?"

She managed through her grinding teeth.

"Ugh!"

Her fists hit the ground.
"What do you mean?"

Goku sat next to her.

"Please, talk to me?"
Her sad green eyes quickly filled with tears.

Why couldn't she get it together? Why couldn't she focus? Better yet, why was Vegeta still haunting her? It was clear that he wasn't the man she had loved. The man she had loved would have never hurt anyone. Especially not her. He took pride in her. At every royal ball, he paraded her around like a prize winning trophy. Her heart ached as the image of him, dashing in his ballroom armor, flooded her memory.
"Well..."

She began.
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"They're all looking at me."

Her cheeks flushed red. Her hand squeezing Vegeta's tightly.
"They're looking at you because they are proud to have such a beautiful future princess."

He smiled a loving smile. He leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her ear.

"No star in the galaxy could outshine your beauty."
Her green eyes sparkled at him. There was something about the way she looked at him, the way she smiled when he complimented her, the way her body glowed when she was with him that took his breath away.
"Giana!"

His father boomed, inturrupting the moment. Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"How glad we are that you could join us on this festive night!"
Giana smiled at her king, bowing to him properly.

"I am so very happy to be here, Sire."
"You do not have to bow to us, my dear."

Vegeta's mothers soft voice was always so inviting.

"Why, you are practically family."

Vegeta's dark eyes squinted at his mother.

"I think it's safe to say that you will be the princess of this planet one day, right Vegeta darling?"
He nodded.

"I think that's a safe assumption."

He smiled at his heart, standing next to him, sparkling from head to toe.
"Ana, dear, won’t you join me to fetch a glass of wine?"

Vegeta's mother smiled a familiar smile, Vegeta's smile, at her.
"Of course, Madame."

She tried to follow the woman.
Vegeta pulled her back to him.

"Come back to me. You owe me a dance."

He muttered against her ear.
"As you wish, my prince."

Her taunting tone left him shaking.
Vegeta cleared his throat before turning back to his father. Awkward silences were never Vegeta's cup of tea but he held his breath, waiting for his father to make the first move. It never took long for the King of All Sayians to voice his opinion on any matter.
"You don't plan on marrying her, do you boy?"

His fathers judging eyes burned holes into the side of Vegeta's face as he glanced around the crowded room.
"As a matter of fact, Father, I do."

Vegeta glanced at him.
"Vegeta, she is no princess. She is hardly worthy of my cleaning staff! She's a beautiful girl and yes, she is intelligent but she is not of royal blood, son! She knows nothing of running a kingdom, much less, the entire planet!"
Vegeta's blood boiled. His fists clenched. He took a breath trying to control his anger.
"She isn't right for you. You know this."

His father sipped his wine.
"Why isn't she right for me?"

Vegeta glared at his father.

"She may not be royal blood but her heart and her conscince guide her! That's something you will never be able to say you've done. All that's ever mattered to you are material things. She doesn't value riches over peace and the prosperity of her people the way you do."

His teeth ground as he spoke.

"You don't see her fit to wash your floors but she is more honorable than you will ever be."
"Do not speak to me that way!"

His father raised his chest, leaning toward Vegeta.
"You do not scare me. I know what you are capable of and it isn't much."

Vegeta smirked.

"You may have the planet fooled but you cannot fool me."
"You are just like your mother! Proud and stupid!"

His fathers eyes were ablaze with anger.
"And you are just like a pig. Fat and only useful at meals."

Vegeta smiled, proud of his retort.

"She will be my princess, Father. There is nothing you can do about it."
"I will forbid it!"

His father grunted.

"You will never have my blessings!"
"And I will never need them."

Vegeta quickly stormed away from his father, leaving him stunned.
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"He loves you."

Vegeta's mother broke the silence.
"Madame?"

Giana's green eyes darted toward the older woman.
"Vegeta."

She smiled a sweet smile.

"He loves you so."
Ana's face flushed a bright red. Her green eyes shifted down to the glass in her hand.

"I must say, my lady, you have raised a wonderful man."
"You love him too."

She touched Giana's shoulder.

"You will make a fine queen, sweetheart."

Her warm hand lifted Ana's chin, forcing her to meet her dark-eyed gaze.

"The future of our people will be safe in your hands."
Vegeta wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her into his arms.

"Dance with me."

He smiled down at his future bride.
"Vegeta! I was just speaking to her about you!"
Vegeta leaned over, kissing his mothers cheek.

"Don't worry, Mother."

He smiled.

"I plan on dancing with you too."
Giana reveled in the warm glow that illuminated between the mother and her son. There was a beauty in the way Vegeta interacted with his mother. Maybe because they were so much alike? She took a sip of her wine.
"When can I start expecting grandchildren?"

His mother asked gingerly.
The dark red wine caught in Giana's throat. She turned to cough, sending the liquid into the air. Her heart sank as her green eyes examined the chest of the man in front of her. Her gaze slowly traveled up the figure.

"I'm so sorry, my lord!"
"I trust you are all having a vibrant conversation then?"

The obviously annoyed man asked, pulling out his heinkerchief and wiping off his face.
Vegeta held his breath, trying with all of his might not to laugh. His mother, on the other hand, didn't have the same strength. She let out a bellowing laugh that caught the attention of the entire room.

"We will get you another shirt."

Vegeta managed through a bit tongue.
"I trust you will."

His father raised an eyebrow at him.
Vegeta quickly took Ana's hand and darted for the door. No sooner did the door shut behind them, he fell to his knees laughing.
"Vegeta!"

Giana slapped his shoulder.

"This isn't funny! How will he ever accept me if I continue to make a fool of my self every time I'm in his presence?"

She covered her face.

"I'm so stupid!"
Vegeta could hardly stand.

"Look at me."

He breathed, still chuckling a bit.

"Don't worry about that old fool."

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

"I want you and only you, forever, as long as we live. There's nothing he can do to change it nor will he ever be able to stop it."

Electricity sparked against their lips as they gently brushed together. His heart pounded. He could feel his nerves beginning to build as their kiss deepened. She leaned her body into his, forcing a soft groan from him.

"My room."

He growled before kissing her again.

"Now."

She nodded. Their fingers tangled together, they ran down the long cooridor and into his chambers.

Her back hit the door as soon as it closed. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She let out a playful scream as he tossed her onto the bed.

"We better make this fast."

He shot her a seductive glare.

"He will be expecting his stupid shirt."

His devilish grin made her heart skip a beat.
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Vegeta's chest ached. Was this what a broken heart felt like? How could he be sure? He remembered that night all too well. Although, he had done his damnest to put it completely out of his mind for the last ten years. There was no denying that he had once harbored feelings for her that someone only has once in their lifetime. Maybe he should have gone after her? Maybe he should have fulfilled his promise when he had the chance? Was the wench right? Did he really lo... No! "Love" was not a word that often found it's way into Vegeta's vocabulary. Why couldn't he put her out of his own mind? Why was she haunting him, even though he wanted her to disappear? Life was so simple when she was not in the picture! Why did she have to come here and fuck it all up?

"I despise that wretched bitch!"

He growled.
But did he? Did he really hate her or did he hate himself for not fulfilling his promise to her? Was this guilt?

"For what?"

He asked himself.
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She was glowing as she tugged on the silver heels he had picked out for her. She patted her gown, trying to brush away the wrinkles.

He leaned back on his elbows, watching her in all of her beauty.

Her green eyes shifted to him. She smiled.

"What?"

She giggled.
"Come here."

Vegeta sat up.

Giana slid down onto his lap. His dark onyx eyes scanned her face. Her fingers gently ran through his black spikey hair.

"You know how I feel about you, don't you?"
"Of course."

She smiled.
"You know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, don't you?"

His eyes grew serious.
"Vegeta."

She kissed his nose, trying to calm the seriousness on his face and in his tone.

"We have a long time to make decisions such as these."

Feeling awkward, she quickly stood and made her way for the door.

"We need to get that shirt."

She never looked back at him. Her body trembled nervously.
Vegeta sprung from the bed.

"Wait!"

He held his breath. Did he have the courage? He took her hand.

"Don't leave me here alone."

He smiled a defeated smile.
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Again, Vegeta found himself holding his breath. His fists were clenched and his teeth grinding together. Hot liquid filled his eyes.

"No."

Anger built in him.

"I will not let teenage stupidity get to me!"

The levvi that held his anger in broke, letting his body flood with more emotions than Vegeta realized he could still feel. While he was still angry, he was also hurting. He was overcome with a sadness that brought him to his knees just as it had that night. That night had changed his life forever. That night, he had lost everything he had ever dreamed of. He lost her.
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"Come on, Mother!"

Vegeta took his mother’s hand.

"I promised to dance with you and I'm a man of my word!"

The bubbly woman took her son's hand.

"I'll be back for you."

Vegeta whispered against Giana's ear before dragging his mother to the dance floor.
Ana sat down at the King's table in her assigned chair. She couldn't help but smile as she watched Vegeta spin his mother around the dance floor. The woman lit up with delight as he dipped her. Her heart fluttered.

"How did I get so lucky?"

She asked herself, watching the man, her future husband, and quite literally, her prince in shining armor, laugh at his mother’s odd dance moves.
"Quite the pair, aren't they?"

A booming voice almost echoed against her ears, making her jump.
"Oh! Yes, Sire! They sure are!"

She smiled up at the large broad man as he slid into the chair next to her.
"He's grown into a fine young man, hasn't he?"

The king smiled at the pair, still dancing away.
"Yes, My Lord."

Giana nodded, turning her attention back to Vegeta.

"You and my queen have done an excellent job. I only pray that my children turn out to be half the man he is."

She sighed, trying to picture what their children would look like. They would have dark hair, of course, as did both of their parents. Green eyes, maybe? Vegeta's smile, it was definitely the better of the pair. His bravery and confidence but her heart and compassion.
"You know,"

The deep voice shook her quickly from her dream.

"I think I've found a suitable wife for him!"

The king took a large drink from his cup.
Ana's eyes darted up at him. There was no hiding the sinking feeling that rushed through her.
"A princess from Alminia. Sweet gal."

His taunting eyes locked with hers.

"What?"
She couldn't speak.
He leaned in toward her.

"You didn't think I would let him marry a gal of your standard did you?"

He almost laughed.

"Don't take offense, Giana..."

He put his arm around her chair.

"You're a beautiful, sweet, intelligent girl and I know you love my boy but, he's the prince of all Sayians for Kame's sake!"

His arrogance was starting to shine through.

"Your fling is cute and The Queen may find it to be a 'fairytale' but remember, all fairytales come to an end."
There was no doubt in her mind that her face was now as white as a ghost. She couldn't think, much less speak.
The large man sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Listen, I appreciate all of the things you've done for my boy. You've helped him grow in ways that I just can't help him with. He became a man thanks to you."

He took another large drink from his glass.

"But, did you really expect to woo him, a prince, royalty, and come in here with a dress that my son bought you and some sparkly shoes and pass as the next princess of this planet?"

He paused for a short second, giving her a chance to argue his point.

She didn't.

"He is the heir to the throne, Giana. Don't you want him to have the best in life? Don't you want him to follow his planet's tradition? A prince is to marry a princess and let's face it, love, you are no princess."

He laughed, eyeing her from head to toe.

"You are a poor blacksmith's daughter. That's hardly royal, wouldn't you agree?"
As much as it killed her, he was right. She was nothing more than a daughter of a peasant blacksmith and Vegeta deserved better. He deserved the best. He deserved everything that she wasn't and more. She looked down at her twiddling thumbs.
"I know you care for my boy, Giana. If you go now, he won't even know you're gone."

With that, the large man stood from his chair and made his way over to the buffet.
She watched him as he twirled his mother around again. Maybe he's right? Maybe she wasn't good enough? Who were they kidding? She was a poor peasant that didn't have a clue how to run a kingdom. With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself up from her chair. Trying her best to be discrete, she slipped through the crowd of people, mostly royalty. The more she observed her surroundings, the more out-of-place she felt. She didn't belong here anymore than Vegeta belonged working in her father’s shop. She paused, only to pull off the gaudy, shimmering, heels that Vegeta had insisted she wear. She rolled her eyes.

"You're fooling no one you idiot."

She muttered, slipping between governors and their wives, "fashionably" dancing.
Vegeta glanced away from his mother, sensing something missing. He froze, frantically searching for her green eyes in the crowd.
"What's the matter, my son?"

His mother studied his troubled face.
Vegeta caught sight of his father as he sat down at the King's table with his overfilled plate in tow. Taking his mothers hand, he jogged from the dance floor.

"Where is she?"

He tried to stay calm as he watched his father grotesquely chowing on a turkey leg.
"Who?"

He answered with a mouth full of food.
"Damn you."

Vegeta growled.

"Where is she?"

He shouted, slamming his fists against the table.
His father finally looked up at him with a taunting gaze.

"Oh. You mean Giana?"
"You know damn well what I mean."

Vegeta managed through grinding teeth.
"She said something about not being good enough for you, not cut out for royalty, a poor blacksmith's daughter..."

He shrugged.

"She left though. You should try the pork, Vegeta! It's splendid!"
"Oh no..."

The warm woman touched her son's shoulder gently.
"You lie! You made her leave!"

He pounded the table again.

The room began to go silent as the crowd's attention turned to the King's table.
"Do not cause a scene simply because your toy with breasts left you here. It's a blessing and in time, you'll see that too."

The king's onyx eyes glared at his son.

"I did not make her leave! She left on her own. All I have done is remind her of her place in life. She is a peasant!"
Vegeta swung, hitting his father hard in the nose, sending him backwards in his chair. Before the man could stumble to his feet, Vegeta was gone, rushing for the door. He had to find her. He had to make this right.

Warm air bit his face as the door flung open.

"Ana?"

He yelled, running from the entrance, into the courtyard, and through the gates.

"Giana!"

He shouted again. He finally caught a glimpse of her long dark hair as she made her way through the outer doors of the yard and into the common streets. His feet pounded the pavement as he chased her.

"Ana?"

He called to her.

She didn't look back.

"Giana, wait!"

He grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. His heart shattered as her sad green eyes met his dark ones. It was dark, but he could see the red tint on her face. Wet, shimmering, streaks lined her cheeks.

"Where are you going?"

He managed, a bit breathless.
"Home, Vegeta."

Her voice shook.

"Where I belong."
"No!"

He shook his head, taking her hand in his.

"You belong at the palace with me. You know that."

A crowd was starting to form around the pair.
"You and I both know that, that isn't true, Vegeta."

She sighed before biting her bottom lip, doing her best to hold back her tears.

"You're a prince. You deserve a princess."

Her small hand squeezed his.

"One that, won’t accidentally spit wine on your father, one that will know which fork or spoon to use, one that can, at the least, afford to buy her own gown for your stupid gatherings!"
"I don't care about any of that!"

He surprised himself with the tone in his voice. He was desperate. He couldn't lose her.
"I do!"

She touched her chest.

"I do care about every bit of that!"

She couldn't hold the tears back any longer.

"Do you think it's enjoyable to make a fool of myself at every turn in there?"

She motioned toward the palace.
"I don't care what they think! Ana..."

He paused.

"I love you. You love me. You were only ever meant to be my princess..."
"Stop."

She looked away from him.

"We are just a couple of kids, Vegeta. I'm a silly little girl living in a fairytale world but, your father is right, all fairytales must come to an end and this is our end, Vegeta. As much as I'd love to spend the rest of our lives together, it's simply not possible. While we live on the same planet, we come from two completely different worlds and I can't seem to fit into yours just as you cannot fit into mine."
"Please don't do this..."

He begged, hot tears forming in his dark eyes.

"You don't mean it."
She cupped his face.

"I pray you will understand."

She whispered.

"You will find your princess soon enough. I only pray she can love you as much as I do."

She handed him the heels in her hand.

"These belong to you, Prince Vegeta. I thank you for your generosity."

She turned to walk away from him, giving everything she had not to fall apart.
"Don't leave me like this, Giana."

His deep voice shook.

"Don't leave me here alone."
She stopped in her tracks. Why did he have to say that? She looked back at him.

"I'm the peasant daughter of a poor blacksmith, Prince Vegeta. That is my place in this world."

She forced a smile at him.

"I will have my brother, Bennett, bring the dress to the palace tomorrow."
Vegeta watched her disappear into the now crowded streets. His dark eyes glanced around at the people that had gathered around him. Whispers began to swirl. He turned from the crowd of commoners and slowly made his way back to the palace.

He kicked open the door to his room. With a heavy sigh, he dropped onto his bed. He examined the shoes in his hands.

"This isn't right."

He thought.

"She belongs with me and I belong with her."
A light tap on the door shook him from his thoughts. The door cracked open. His mother’s sympathetic face peeked in.

"Did you find her, son?"
He held up the shoes in his hands.

"I did."

He cleared his throat as a lump began to rise.
"Oh dear..."

His mother slid onto the bed next to him, wrapping her arm around him.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I was so positive about her."
"She loves me, Mother. That has never been a question."

His dark eyes grew angry.

"He did this! He said something to her! He made her do this!"
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Giana's back slid down the wooden door to her bedroom as she sobbed. She pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face against them. Her body shook. Her heart was in a million pieces. This was for the best though...

Right?
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"I failed her."

He whispered to himself. His dark eyes shifted toward Kakarot and Giana, still sitting next to each other. He cringed as his rival touched her face, wiping away her tears.

"That should be me."

His sadness quickly turned to anger. He started toward the pair.

Goku's angry eyes met his. Goku shook his head. Vegeta stopped in his tracks. Ana looked up at Goku. His attention on something in the distance. Her gaze followed his. Her body pulsed between anger and regret as she noticed the blue suited Sayian watching her.
"Leave!"

She shouted at him, springing to her feet.

"Stay away from me! You were so good at it for ten whole years! Why can't you leave me alone now?"

Vegeta squinted at her as she stomped toward him.

"Go!"

She shoved him. He stumbled backwards.

"Go on!"

She shoved him again.
"Ana!"

Goku didn't dare get in her way but he tried to defuse the situation.

"Leave it alone. It's not worth it."
Green eyes pierced through Vegeta. His face softened as he watched her. Defeated, he took her assault. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he deserved every bit of what she was giving him.

"Why are you still here?"

Her voice trembled.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?"

He stood there in silence, never taking his eyes off of hers.

"What's wrong with you? You have nothing to say now?"

She shoved him again, harder than before, nearly knocking him to the ground. Her eyebrows knitted together, her teeth and fists clenched, her heart ached.

"I hate you."

She managed.
Vegeta winced at her words. His chest ached as if a dagger had been shoved through his heart.

"You don't." He whispered.
"I hate you!" She screamed, shoving his chest.

He caught her wrists.

"Let me go!" Giana tried to yank her hands away from him.

"Let me go, dammit!"
Goku's body tensed as he watched Vegeta closely. "Don’t hurt her, Vegeta." He whispered.
The Sayian prince pulled her closer to him, forcing her arms around his waist.

"Don't do this, Vegeta" She begged. "Do not fucking do this to me!"

Hot tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Please, stop?"
Vegeta ignored her, holding her arms in place around him until she stopped resisting. He let go of the tight grip he had around her wrists. Her forehead rested against his chest as she sobbed. He leaned his jaw to her temple.

"Do you remember?"

He muttered against her ear.

"Do you remember that last night we were together, at the ball?"

She nodded silently.

"I was so stupid for letting you walk away from me, Giana."

He took a deep breath, fighting back the hot liquid that began to fill his onyx eyes. He wrapped his strong arms around her neck, hugging her tight.

"When you left me..."

He kissed her temple.

"I lost everything."

Her arms tightened around him, making his body shake. His heart, still aching, pounded. His eyes shifted to Goku. The broken stare almost broke the Z fighter's own heart. In the short time he had known the Sayian warrior, he had never seen him let himself become so vulnerable. He felt sad for the prince.

What kind of life is a life without love?
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The Lost Saiyan