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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 sprung from his bed as the room around him rattled.

"What the...?"

He tugged on his clothed and boots and ran from his room. Crowded hallways were filled with people and loud chatter. Screams swept through the halls as the ground shook under their feet.
"Vegeta!"

His mother’s voice caught his attention. He spun around. Their matching onyx eyes met but hers were, in this moment, different.
"What's happening, Mother?"

He asked, confused.
"It's Frieza, my son! You must leave! He's coming for you!"

She sobbed.

"Get out of here! He's going to destroy us all!"
"Me?"

His head spun.

"What about you? Where is Father?"
"He's dead, my love. Please! Save yourself! Get out of here! Go!"

His mother wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"I love you, Son."

She managed against his ear. She kissed his cheek.

"Samuel!" She grabbed a guard. "See to it that my boy gets away from here, safe!"
"Yes, my queen!"

Samuel nodded before clearing a path to lead Vegeta through the crowd.

"This way, Prince Vegeta." The guard shouted over the screams.

Vegeta glanced back at his mother.
The ground shook as they made their way down the long corridors to the garden. Dust and rock fell from the ceiling and walls, making it hard to breath. With his head still spinning, still trying to process what was happening, Vegeta followed the guard. The doors that once led to the palace's beautiful garden, a yard filled with fruits, flowers, and vegetables of any kind, the place he and Giana shared their first kiss, the place that harbored so many good memories was now ablaze. No more trees. No more flowers. No more fruits. Everything was gone. Vegeta's heart pounded.
"This way, Prince Vegeta."

Guard Samuel motioned toward the open escape hatch that would lead them directly to the shipyard.
"Ana..."

Vegeta whispered, staring wide-eyed at the open hatch.

"Wait!"

He shouted before running through the garden.
"Prince Vegeta!"

He heard the man yell behind him.
Vegeta ran as fast as his feet could carry him, dodging falling rock and fire along the way. He ran through the garden and into the courtyard. Through the courtyard and out of the, now destroyed, gates he went. His world seemed to vibrate under his feet. He kicked open the door to her father’s blacksmith shop.

"Ana! Bennett!"

He shouted, pausing for a response.

"Prince Vegeta?"

A dark haired man called to him from the stables at the back of the shop.
"Bennett! What are you doing here?"

Vegeta took hold of the reins of a terrified horse.
"I have to set these horses loose! I have to give them a chance!"

Bennett shouted over the groan of the ground beneath their feet.
Vegeta helped him.
"Get my sister, Vegeta!"

Bennett shouted again.

"Get her out of here! Keep her safe!"
"What about you?"

Vegeta watched him, wide-eyed.
Bennett grabbed the Saiyan prince by the collar of his shirt before pulling him in. Their noses were almost touching. The young man's dark green eyes glared back at Vegeta's onyx ones.

"Get my sister out of here, Vegeta."

He grunted.

"She's in the house."

He gave Vegeta a shove.

"Go!"
He flew around the shop and to the front door of the small home behind it. The door fell to the ground as the ground shook.

"Ana!"

He shouted again as he flew up the stairs to her room.

"Giana!"

Empty.

He ran down the stairs and out of the door into the crowded streets. His dark eyes scanned the crowd.

"Giana!"

He screamed, desperate.
"Vegeta!"

The cellar door flipped open.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?"
Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her from the cellar.

"Let's go!"
Giana could barely get her footing as he ran with her through the crowded streets.

"Vegeta! What's happening? Where is Bennett?"

She screamed, trying her best to keep up.

"Please talk to me!"
The ground shook hard as the pair made their way through the courtyard. Still silent, Vegeta held her hand tight, never losing his firm grip on her. He had to get her out of there. He had to get her off of this planet. Even if he wasn't able to call her his anymore, he couldn't leave her behind. He wasn't sure if this would be their last moment together or not, but he had to take the chance.
Giana gasped as they entered the garden.

"Oh my gosh!"
Vegeta could feel her small, delicate hand trembling in his. He wanted to hold her, keep her safe, take away the fear and confusion that was radiating through her. He had to save her, even if it meant losing his own life.

"In here. Let's go."

He motioned to the still open escape hatch.
"Wait! Not without Bennett!"

She stopped.

"What's going on?"
"Do not do this right now! Get down the hatch!"

He shouted.
"I have to find my brother! He's all I have left, Vegeta!"

She tried to pull away.
"Ana! Get in the fucking hatch! We do not have time for this!"

He screamed at her.

"Either, we all die or some of us survive! Get down there!"

Her wide, terrified, tear-filled emerald eyes searched his face. Vegeta sighed as his heart crumbled. He cupped her face.

"Please, Baby?"

He grunted through his grinding teeth.

"Get down there so I can get you off of this planet! It's going to blow and I can't let that happen to you!"

He rested his forehead against hers.

"Please, Ana? Please? Please? Please?"
She looked up at him.

"Ok..."

She managed.

"Promise me you'll find Bennett?"
"I'll try, Ana."

He lied.

"That's all I can do. Just, please, get out of here!"
"Ok..."
Vegeta led her down the hatch. His feet splashed at the bottom of the ladder. Water from the fire alarms had filled the floor. It rained down on them, giving them a bit of relief from the fires above ground. He grasped her hand again before running down the corridors. The lights that still had power flickered. The ground started to vibrate harder. The walls around them began to crumble. A loud roar came from the trembling planet.

Was this it?

Was this how their story would end?
"Ana?"

Vegeta shouted over his shoulder.
"What?"

She managed breathlessly.
"I... I love you."

His words almost choked him but he had to say it. If there ever was a chance to tell her how he truly felt about her, this was the time to do so. He could feel her eyes on his back, almost peircing through him. "Shock or does she not feel the same?"
Giana screamed as a large chunk of the cement wall broke away.
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"Ana!"

Vegeta shouted, sitting straight up in his bed. Gasping for air and sweat dripping down his body, he looked around the room.

"Thank Kame it was only a dream."

He wished it had only been a dream all those years ago. He sighed before falling back onto his pillow.
It had been weeks since he had seen her and still, he couldn't get those emerald orbs out of his mind. He had opened up to her. He had let down his walls and made himself vulnerable... Available... Weak... Though, she had held him for quite some time, she never had a word to say. Was it too late? Had he lost her?
"Bahhhhh!"

He screamed, rubbing his face.

"Get it together, Vegeta! You are the prince of all Saiyans! You cannot be tempted by a stupid wench like that!"

He grunted.

"You opened up to her and she didn't reciprocate! That's her own fault!"
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"A!"

Krillin pounded his fist on the bedroom door.

"A! Wake up!"

He let himself in. He pounced on the bed like a child.

"Wake up, A! I have a surprise!"
"Oh, for Kame's sake, Krillin! What is wrong with you?"

She threw a pillow at him, knocking him off of the bed.
"Come on!"

Krillin pulled on her arm.
Her eyes sprang open as she hit the cold floor.

"Krillin!"
"What time is it?"

She managed, sleepily.
"3 in the morning."

He answered with a smile.
"Are you serious, Krillin?"

She screamed.
"Come on! I promise, after you see what we've done, you won’t want to kill me!"

He laughed.
"I doubt that."

She managed as she, still dazed, pulled herself up from the floor.

"Unless it's a puppy, I'm going to kick you in the face!"

She followed the bald man out of her room.
"Let's go!"

He ran down the hall.
"Hey! Wait up!"

She ran after him.
Vegeta threw the blankets off of himself, leapt from the bed, and flung open the door.

"What the fuck is going on out here? Can't you see I'm... OOOF!"
Giana, still in her panties and tank top, slammed into him, knocking him to the ground.

"Shit..."

She muttered.

"I'm so sorry, Vegeta. It's still dark. I didn't see you."

She apologized, trying to push herself off of him. Electricity shot through her fingers as they touched his bare chest.
He could barely see her in the darkness of the hallway. There was no doubt in his mind that she had been avoiding him for the last few weeks. Being this close to her now made his heart pound. It had been a long time since their skin had connected. Her familiar, gentle touch sent chills down his spine. His body shook as she wiggled against him as she reached around in the darkness to find a way to pull herself off of him.

"I can help you up." He finally broke the quiet.

Vegeta's strong hands slid up her thights, her waist, and down her arms, searching for her hands in the darkness. His fingers tangled into hers. He let his thumbs graze over the backs of her hands. A silence fell between them. It wasn't uncomfortable. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Even if she had been avoiding him, in this moment, unable to see the cold dark eyes, unable to study his permanent scowl, unable to see the scars the last ten years had left on his body, he seemed different. He wasn't the new and unimproved Vegeta that years on Frieza's ship had left him to be. His hands were rough and callused but the feeling was the same.

Her heart skipped a beat as his warm breath swirled against her bare skin.

Vegeta could hardly see the silhouette of her soft face in the darkness. His grip on her hands tightened as he pulled her closer.

"Ana?"

He whispered.
"Yeah?"

Her voice trembled.
Their fingers slowly untangled. Giana jumped as his fingers touched her face.

"I'm sor..."
They both jumped. Their eyes snapped closed as the hall light popped on, temporarily blinding them both.

"What in the hell is going on here?"

A squeaky voice echoed through the hall.
"Nothing, Bulma."

Giana managed, rubbing her throbbing eyes.

"I accidentally ran into him trying to follow Krillin."

She rolled off of Vegeta. Ana tried to pull her other hand, their fingers still tangled together, away from him, wanting to remove herself from the scene as fast as possible. His grip tightened. She squinted at him.

"Let go."

She whispered.
Vegeta was silent as he rose to his feet. He gave a tug to the still-captured hand of the dark haired Saiyan woman. He could feel Bulma's angry glare on the side of his face as he caught Giana, allowing her to get her footing.
"Krillin is waiting for you, Ana... He's out on the patio."

Bulma's jealousy couldn't have been more apparent.
"Thanks, Bulma. I'll be right there."

Giana forced a smile at the blue haired woman before she spun on her heel, let out a loud frustrated sigh, and stomped down the stairs.

Vegeta watched her as she disappeared into the dark stairwell.

"Vegeta."
"Huh?"

He turned his attention back to the woman he still held in his arms.
"You can let go now."

She patted his biceps.

"Thank you."
"Oh! Yeah."

He released her reluctantly.

"Good night."

Giana was a little shocked as his bedroom door slammed in her face.

"What was that about?"

She whispered.
"A! Let's go!"

Krillin shouted from the stairs.
"Coming!"
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Vegeta took a deep breath, his body still shaking. His head spun. The confusion that had taken over was more than frustrating.

"You are not weak."

He told himself as he fell to the bed.

"You will not lose sight of your goals."

His palms covered his face.

"But... She... Dammit!"

He grunted.
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"Hurry up! It's cold!"

Giana shivered, though, she wasn't sure if it was a lack of clothing or if she was still trembling from the incident with Vegeta. "What was he trying to say? Was he going to apologize?" She wondered.
"Any minute now!"

Krillin was smiling from ear to ear.
Chills covered her body as she slid onto one of the branches that surrounded the fire pit beside the patio.
"I promise you won’t be disappointed, A."

Krillin sat down next to her.

"I swear it'll be worth all of this."
"You better hope so!"

She giggled.
"Can I ask you something?"

Krillin looked over at her.
"Sure!"
"What happened with you and Vegeta in there? Bulma came out of the house and stomped off. She seemed pretty pissed."

The sweet, bald man next to her sighed.

"You don't have to tell me. I was just curious. That's all."
"It's ok, Krillin. I don't think she takes into consideration that Vegeta and I were close long ago. I appreciate everything she has done for me, especially since Yamcha..."

She paused as her breath caught in her chest.

"We are just rediscovering each other, I guess. I think we have both realized, though, that we are far different than we were long ago."
A silence fell over them. Giana held her breath, waiting for his response. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind.

He finally broke the quiet.

"Do you still love him?"
"I...um..."

She fought to find the right words.
"Ana?"

A familiar voice echoed from behind the pair.
Her eyes shifted to Krillin. Once again, he flashed her a cheesy smile.

Slowly, she turned to look behind her. Even in the dark, she could make out the figure. She lept from the log.

"Oh my..."

She whispered before covering her mouth.
"Hey."

The stars illuminated the night.
Giana ran toward the man. Her heart raced. Her stomach churned as if it were filled with a dozen butterflies. She leapt into the open-armed shadow and wrapped her legs around him.

"Yamcha!"
His arms squeezed her tight. Her body shook against him.

"Where are your clothes?"

He laughed.
"How?"

She managed, leaning back to look at him.
Yamcha smiled at Krillin and back at the stunning Saiyan.

"They couldn't handle me up there."

He shrugged.

"They said you weren't very nice so they sent me back here to torture you some more."

He winked at her.
"Woah!"

Her lips crushed against his.
"I've missed you so much."

She managed, her lips never leaving his.
"I think I'll leave you two to it then. See ya tomorrow Yamcha!"

Krillin quickly slipped away from the pair.
Yamcha waved to him before cradling Ana's hips, holding her steady. He stumbled as he made his way into the back door.

"Ow."

He muttered against her lips as his knuckles smacked against the hand rail to the staircase.
"Fifth door on the left."

She whispered, breathlessly.

Her tongue traced his jaw bone. His knees almost gave as she kissed his ear. He fell against the wall with a loud thud trying to steady himself.
Vegeta sprang from his bed.

"What in the hell?"
Yamcha gently lowered Giana to her feet.

"You're going to make me drop you if you keep doing that."

Chills ran up her spine at his gruff, aroused, tone. Nails bit into his biceps as his warm breath swirled against her cool skin.
She spun around as Vegeta's bedroom door flew open.

"Will you shut the f... What the fuck is he doing here?"

Vegeta glared at the man, still against the wall, and then back at the startled green eyes that looked up at him.

"Didn't I kill you?"
"Vegeta. Stop."

Yamcha squinted at her as her small hands rested against Vegeta's bare chest.

"That's enough."

The Saiyan prince raised a taunting eyebrow at the human before wrapping an arm around the woman's waist.

"I'm sorry we bothered you. Go on back to bed."

Vegeta's eyes never left Yamcha's as Giana pressed her body to his, pushing him back into his room.

"Good night, Vegeta."

She turned to leave the room.
He caught her hand and spun her back to him. He looked down into her confused green eyes.

"Night."

He muttered.

He slammed the door just as she was out of the way.
"What the fuck was that about?"

Yamcha squinted down at her, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Nothing."

She smiled up at him.

"Now where were we?"

She leaned up to kiss him.
He turned his head.

"I'm serious, Ana."
Her forehead fell against his chest. She sighed.

"He killed me, Giana. You know this, don't you?"

He was angry. There was no denying that.
"I know. I was there, Yamcha."
"Then what the fuck was that?"

He grunted.
"What was what?"

She sighed. She released her hold on him before turning to walk away.

"Let's discuss this in my room. Not out here for everyone to hear and see."
"Here is fine!"

Yamcha shouted, pulling her back to him.
"Stop it!"

She shoved herself away from him. Her back slammed against Vegeta's chest. He caught her.

His cold black eyes watched the Z fighter.

"Touch her again in that manner and you will have to be identified by dental records."
"This is coming from the same lunatic that tried to kill her."

Yamcha rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm really scared."
In a flash, Vegeta had Yamcha by the shoulders. He slammed him against the wall.

"Test me, Bitch."
Giana could feel his power level rise.

"Stop!"

She tried to wiggle her way between the two.

"Stop! The both of you!"
"I'd be happy to kill you again."

An icy tone that made both Yamcha and Giana both, shiver.
"Vegeta! Stop it!"

She shoved him.

With one more good toss, Yamcha slammed into the wall at the end of the hallway.

"Vegeta!"

His bedroom door slammed again.
Giana kneeled down next to her fuming Z fighter.

"Stupid son of a bitch."

He grunted.

"I'll kill him."
"Stop it. Let me see. Your eyebrow is bleeding."

Her tender hands grazed his face.
"Don't touch me."

Yamcha slapped her hands away.
"Please don't be like this."

Ana sighed.
He pushed himself from the floor before shoving her bedroom door open.

"Let's talk."

He groaned, coldly.
Giana followed him. She leaned against the door as it closed softly behind her.

"There's nothing going on."
"Bullshit Ana!"

He shouted.

"I saw the way he touched you. The way you touched him!"
"It's not like that!"

She shouted back.
"He killed me, Giana! He was trying to kill you!"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He shoved his shaking hands in his pockets.

"The last I checked, you can't make nice with someone that wants you dead."
"You don't understand."

Tears swelled in her green eyes.
"No. I don't."

He sighed.

"Please don't cry."

Her small hands covered her face.

"Babe... Come one."

He took a few steps toward her.

"I'm sorry."

He pulled her to him.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. It's not your fault."

His strong arms wrapped around her. His heart pounded as he kissed the top of her head.

"Hey. Look at me."

He tilted her chin. Her sad eyes met his.

"I missed you so much. I thought about you every day."
"Yeah?"

She sniffed.
"Yeah, Baby. I did."

His lips softly pressed to hers. He swept his arm under her legs, lifting her from the ground and cradling her in his arms. Her back softly hit the bed. His fingers tangled into her hair. Their kiss deepened. His body hovered over her. Electricity shot through him as her finger tips slid across his neck, down his chest, and to the drawstrings tied around his waist. He groaned as she pulled the strings, untying the knot that contained him. She pulled his, once tucked in, shirt up and over his head, revealing a set of abs that were newly acquired.

"Wow."

She breathed.

"You've been training."
"As hard as I could."

He smiled down at her.

She traced the curves of his chest and stomach.

"I've missed your touch."

He whispered, resting his forehead to hers.
Strong hands quickly swept up her hips. His fingers hooked under her tank top, pulling it off of her. Her body was glowing even more than he remembered. He buried his lips against her neck. Her back arched against him, desperate to make contact with his skin. He let his body melt into hers. His groin planted firmly against her thigh. Her nails bit at his back. He winced. Her lips pressed against his ear.

"Make love to me, Yamcha."

She whispered.

His entire body shook.
He lifted off of her. He loved watching her undress him. She was beautiful to watch. Her adoring eyes followed every ripple and curve of his body. Her finger tips traced his muscles. Finally, free of his clothing, it was his turn. He trailed soft kisses down her chest and across her stomach. He lifted her leg before kissing the inside of her thigh. He lifted the other, doing the same. Pride flooded over him as she shook under his touch. He gently slid her panties down her soft legs before tossing them to the floor. He pulled her legs around his waist and hovered back over her.

"Ready?"

He muttered.

She nodded.

"Yeah, Baby."

Her eyes met his.

They both groaned as he slid into her.

"Oh Ana..."

Yamcha managed as he thrust in and out of her. His pace quickened. Her nails bit into him as she very quickly closed in on her climax.

"Already?"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Her body arched as a wave of ecstacy came crashing down over her. Yamcha couldn't help but smile as she called his name. He could feel her body begin to melt into the bed as her orgasm came to an end.

"Oh no you don't!"

He laughed. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

"Take over, Baby."
Ana smiled a taunting smile, still trying to catch her breath.

"Alright."

She straddled his hips before slowly lowering herself down his rock hard shaft. He groaned as he watched her slowly working herself up and down. She rocked against him, taking him deeper. His fingers wrapped around her hips.

"Don't touch."

She smiled, pushing his hands away.

"If you touch, I'll stop."
Yamcha bit his hand.

"You're killing me."
"Just watch."

She winked at him before taking him again.
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Vegeta tossed and turned as he tried to sleep. The pair had gotten quiet. Frankly, he liked them better in the hall. Then he could make sure she was alright and he was keeping his hands off of her. He sighed, remembering what Yamcha had said. He didn't want to show it at the time, but it truly pissed him off.

"This is coming from the same guy that tried to kill her."

He was right.

He had.

And he would never tell anyone how terrible he felt afterwards or how he had slipped off to his room to be alone afterwards. It had nothing to do with being "exhausted" as he had said at the time. He couldn't face her.

No one needed to know that.
"Maybe he left?"

Vegeta listened for any sound at all.

Nothing.

"They were fighting pretty bad earlier."
He tossed the blankets to the side and climbed from the bed.
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Yamcha could feel his groin tighten as she slid up and down on him. His heart raced.

"Ana..."

He managed breathlessly.
"Yeah, Baby?"

She slowed her pace.

He rolled again, hovering over her.

"I thought you wanted me to take over?"

She giggled.
"I wanted to be closer to you."

He smiled before kissing her rose petal lips. She moaned against his mouth as he slid back into her. He quickly caught his pace. Giana, once again, flushed red as her climax built itself up again.
"Mmm Yamcha..."

She moaned.

"Just like that."
He thrust a little harder

"Now..."

He buried his face against her neck as he came hard.

"Ana!"

He almost shouted, hardly muffled against her skin.
She bit down hard on the side of his neck. Her nails pierced into his back. Her legs tightened around him as she hit her release for the second time. She pulled him into her one last time, taking in every last drop of him.

His body collapsed against her. She held him close. Her fingers trailed through his long black hair.
"Ana..."

He whispered against her neck.
"Yeah?"

She managed, breathlessly.
He looked up at her. Her eyes met his.

"I love you."
Her palm rested against his cheek.

"Yamcha..."
The door flew open. Yamcha yanked her blanket around him.

"What the fuck?"

He shouted, falling from the bed, frantic to reach his clothes.
"For Kame's sake!"

Vegeta stared at her wide-eyed as she wrapped a sheet around her.
"Out, Vegeta! Do you even know how to knock?"

She screamed.
"Do you know how to lock a door?"

He retorted.
"Out!"

She screamed again, covering the Saiyan's eyes and leading him out the door and down the hall to his room.

"What is wrong with you? Are you insane?"
"Sometimes."

He smirked.
"You aren't funny!"

She shouted, shoving him into his own room.

"Why did you do that?"

He squinted at her as she opened a drawer to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts and boxer briefs.

"Don't watch!"

She reached up, covering his eyes again.
"I've seen you naked before, you know?"

He laughed a mischievous laugh.
"Not today!"

She yelled, struggling to get his shirt on.

"I'm going to uncover your eyes now. Don't look!"
Vegeta crossed his arms, watching her as she tugged on his underwear that easily looked like shorts on her small frame.

"They fit you better than they do me."
"Damn you, Vegeta!"

She slapped his arm.

"I told you not to look!"
"You are in my room and in my clothes."

He shrugged.

"I can look if I want to."
"Stay here!"

She shoved his chest before running from his room.
Yamcha was tying his drawstrings as Giana came back into the room. His frustrated eyes glanced up at her.

"Nice clothes."

He muttered.
"Don't be like that."

She touched his arm.

Ignoring her touch, he reached for his shirt.

"Yamcha..."

He never answered her as he pulled the garment over his head.

"Yamcha, please?"
"You smell like him."

He grunted.

"It's disgusting."
She watched him as he tugged on his boots.

"Hey."

Her fingers trailed through his hair as she kneeled down in front of him.

"Please look at me?"
He glanced at her and back to his boot.

"See ya."

He bounced from the bed.
"Wait!"

She caught his hand.
Vegeta leaned against the door frame.

"Go ahead."

He thought.

"Get rough with her so I can shred you."
"What, Ana?"

He glared back at her, startling her.
"I'm sorry about Vegeta. I understand your frustration but this isn't my fault. Why are you mad at me?"
"Sorry about Vegeta? Which part? The part where he killed me, acted like a dick in the hall earlier, or the time that you made him feel comfortable enough to be able to walk into your room any time he wants?"

His hands shook.
"What?"

Her shoulders fell.

"I didn't make him feel comfortable enough for anything! He's just..."

What was the word she was looking for?

"an asshole!"

She yelled.

"Do you think there's something going on with us or something? If that's the case, you are sadly mistaken!"

She laughed a taunting laugh.
"Why else would a man feel comfortable enough to touch you the way he does or walk into your bedroom whenever he wants?"

Yamcha yelled.

"You seem happy in his clothes! Excuse me for thinking that, that is a little fucking weird Giana!"

He pulled his hand from her and stomped out of her room.
"Wait!"

Ana watched him as he disappeared down the stairs.

She glared at Vegeta, still leaning against the frame to his door of his bedroom.

"Happy?"
"Not really."

He smirked.
"What did you need, huh? Why did you come busting in like that?"

She crossed her arms at him.
"I can't seem to remember."

He smiled.

"Night."
Giana watched his door close. Her mouth fell open.

"You son of a bitch!"

She screamed.
He pulled the door back open, popping his head out.

"By the way..."
"What?"

She scowled at him.
"I expect those clothes to be washed and put back into my drawr."

He tossed her sheet at her.

"Bye."
"Fuck you!"

She screamed before locking herself in her room.
Vegeta couldn't help but laugh.
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