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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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*Six Weeks Later*

"Did you explain the situation to him?"

Goku asked, shoving an entire dinner roll into his mouth.
"I’ve already told you a million times, Goku! I tried."

She shrugged, taking another bite of her burger.

"He wouldn't listen to me. He just kept insisting that something was going on between Vegeta and I, which there isn't!"
Goku shot her a questioning glance.

"He's different around you."
"Yamcha?"

She looked at her friend, confused.
"Vegeta."

The Saiyan shoveled a bowl of rice into his mouth.

"When you and I are training, he watches you. He studies you. When you land a move, he smiles. Vegeta never smiles."
"It's not like that though."

She shook her head.

"I have known Vegeta for a very long time. We know each other differently than others know us, ya know?"
"I think he might even like you."

Goku joked.
"What?"

She laughed, throwing a chunk of onion at him.

"Shut up!"
"We should just ask him."

Goku teased.

"Vegeta!"
"What do you want, Kakarot?"

Vegeta never looked up from his armor as he polished it across the patio.
"No!"

Ana yelled.

"Nothing! He's just being ridiculous!"
"Do you like, Giana?"

Goku laughed, taking the edible assault bolting his way.
"What are we, thirteen again?"

She laughed.

"Don't mind him, Vegeta. He's an idiot!"
"I am aware of that, Giana."

Vegeta answered, still never looking in their direction.
"Is that a 'yes'?"

Goku was nearly in tears as he laughed.
"Yes, Kakarot. She is tolerable. Happy?"

Vegeta examined his shoulder plates.
"Told you."

Goku winked at her.
"You are impossible."

She laughed.
"You threw all of the rolls!"

Goku examined the ground around him with the saddest of expressions.
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"You left? Six weeks? Are you stupid?"

Krillin was in disbelief as he followed Yamcha around his apartment.
"Yeah. I'm not worried about it though. Women are a dime a dozen."

He shrugged.
"Not women like her!"

The bald man shouted, pulling a beer from his friend's fridge and popping the top open.
"Women like her? What's so special about her? So, she is a Saiyan..."

He took the offered beer from his friend.

"So what? That means nothing to me. She's stunning. That's not hard to find either! Have you seen the women around here? They're all amazing!"
"Vegeta is right! You are an idiot!"

Krillin slugged back the bottle of alcohol.
"Thanks man!"

The slightest mention of Vegeta made Yamcha's skin crawl.

"Thanks for the support."
"I'm sorry man. You're my best friend but, losing her is a stupid move. Even Vegeta regrets it, I think, and he never regrets anything!"
"What?"

Yamcha squinted at him.
"Vegeta can justify anything but not that. I've seen the way he watches her. I've seen his teeth grind every time Goku hugs or high-fives her."

Krillin took another swig of his beer.

"He can't stand it!"

He hopped up on to the counter top.

"This is the same woman who could tame Vegeta! You had the girl, man! You had her and you walked away over something she couldn't control!"

He squinted at Yamcha.

"I was around her every day that you were gone, man. There was nothing going on between them. She kicked his ass a few times and once because he hurt you. She really cares about you."
Yamcha sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Oh well. It's too late now."
"It's not!"

Yamcha watched his friend finish his beer.

"It's only too late if she finds someone else who can tame her."
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Sweat poured down Vegeta's face as he sat up. His abs burned.

"Four hundred forty-six. Four hundred forty-seven.."
"Go talk to him, Ana! I bet he would listen."

Goku said, breathlessly.
"Harder. Think so?"
Vegeta froze.

"What in the hell are they doing?"

He whispered.
"Are you sure you can handle me? Sure! You have to try or you'll never know."

The Saiyan raised an eyebrow at her.
"You'd be surprised what I can handle, Sir! Now, come on!"

She shot him a taunting glare.
"Whatever you say..."

Goku smiled at her before throwing her a series of punches.
Vegeta watched in amazement as she blocked every one of his blows. She had become stronger, faster, more incredible than he ever thought was possible. He couldn't help but smile. The pride on her face made her glow.
"You're getting good!"

Goku laughed.

"Let's take a break for the day. Go to him, Ana!"

He wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

"Maybe he'll understand."
With a nod, Giana kicked into the air.

"See ya later, Goku! Stay out of trouble, Vegeta."
Startled, Vegeta made his way into the clearing to stand next to Goku.

"Oh! Hey Vegeta!"

Goku smiled at him.
"How did you know I was there?"

Vegeta squinted at the Saiyan woman.
"Magic."

She winked at him before disappearing into the distance.

Goku laughed.

"What's so funny Kakarot?"

Vegeta asked, annoyed.
"See ya later!"

Goku waved.
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"I just think it's a good idea to talk to her before you decide that it's over. She was really torn up when you died, Yamcha."

Krillin pulled another beer from the fridge.
Yamcha rolled his dark eyes.

"So torn up that she 'unintentionally' got close enough to Vegeta that he is comfortable enough to walk into her bedroom without knocking?"

He crossed his arms.

"I think you missed something while I was away, Krillin."
"You've got to remember, man! She and Vegeta go way back! Maybe, in his mind, he thinks it's fine to invade her privacy like that. Did you ever think of that?"

Krillin popped open his beer.
"Of course I did!"

The Z fighter was getting annoyed. He took another beer from the fridge.

"I just don't get it. One minute he was trying to kill her and the next he's worried about her well-being. I shouldn't have yelled at her but he is the last person that needs to tell me to treat anyone better. I was arguing with her, not trying to kill her!"
"Wait... What?"

Krillin's eyebrows knitted together.

"If Vegeta was telling you to treat her better, you had to have done more than yell at her!"
"She tried to walk away when I was talking to her. All I did was grab her arm. I didn't hurt her."

He tried hard to defend himself.

"I would never hurt her intentionally. You know that."
"Whatever, man."

The smaller man took a drink of his beer.

"If you keep that up, it will never work. If Vegeta doesn't kill you..."

He tossed his empty bottle into the trash can.

"I will."
There was a knock at the door. Both men looked at each other. Yamcha walked to the door, Krillin close behind. They both winced as the sunlight lit up the dark apartment.

"Hey A!" Krillin smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm good." She smiled. "Hey Krillin?"
"Yeah?" He leaned against the door frame.
"Do you mind if I steal Yamcha for just a few seconds?"

She smiled brighter.

"I promise you can have him back as soon as I'm done."
"Oh! Yeah! Sure!"

Krillin winked up at his friend.

"You two play nice."

He chuckled before disappearing into the sky.
"Hey."

Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck.

"How ya been?"
"I'm ok."

Her feet shifted nervously.
Yamcha could feel his heart melt as he watched her. The sunshine lit her perfectly. Her hair shined as the rays peeked through her long soft curls. Her skin, though a bit bruised from training, glowed. She smelled sweet. Like honeysuckles in the summer.
"I've missed you, ya know?"

She finally broke the silence.
"I...uh..."

The Z fighter shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Ana, I'm sorry for not coming to see you. I..."
"You didn't let me finish."

She cut him off.

His dark eyes darted toward her. She squinted at him before flashing him a soft smile.

"That night..."

Her boots scuffed against the ground as she took a step toward him.

"Before Vegeta let himself in on us, you told me you loved me."

Nervous fingers ran through her dark hair.

"Did you mean it?"
Still in a bit of shock at her presence, Yamcha reached for her hand.

"Of... Of course I did."

He stuttered.

"Do!"

He corrected.

"I do love you, Giana."
She nodded, squeezing his hand.

"I love you too."

Her voice was soft.

Chills ran down her spine as Yamcha's warm hand cupped her face.

"I swear to you, there is nothing going on with Vegeta and I. I can't tell you that enough. When you died..."
"Ana."

She paused. Her green eyes met his black ones.

"I believe you. I was stupid."

He smiled at her. She answered with a soft smile of her own.

Yamcha's fingers wrapped around the back of her neck before pulling her forward. His lips crashed into hers, sending her head spinning. His strong arm wrapped around her waist as their kiss deepened.

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"What are you going on about now, Kakarot?"

Vegeta kicked the training dummy hard, sending it flying across the lawn.
"I'm just saying, Vegeta. Have you thought about trying to train with Ana? I mean, she's gotten really good. I think you'd be able to help her."

Goku crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall, watching the Saiyan prince.
"Me?"

Vegeta chuckled.

"She seems to be fine training with you. What would she need me for?"
"I guess if you don't think you can do it..."

Goku sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I just thought that maybe, well, with you being the prince of all Saiyans and all, that you could help her more than I ever could. That's ok if you don't think you can do it though."

He spun on his heel, walking away. He counted.

"3...2...1..."
"Kakarot!"
The Z fighter smiled.

"Yeah?"

He looked back.
"I start at five."

He wiped the sweat from his mouth.

"If she isn't here, I start without her."
"Thanks, Vegeta. See ya later!"

Goku waved, satisfied with himself.

"Works every time."

He whispered to himself.
Vegeta sighed, knowing he had fallen for Goku's trap again. This time, by choice. A chance to be close to her, to see her in her true Saiyan glory, to help her grow as a warrior, to have her full attention on him once again was more than he could ask for. These past six weeks had been heaven on Earth. He had practiced everything Goku had told him. He had been patient with her. He had refrained from name calling minus the incident last week when he had called her a "clumsy idiot."

He rolled his eyes, trying his best not to laugh.

Late one night, he had done his best to slip into his bedroom unnoticed after a long day of training. He was hot. He smelled of sweat and his own odor. He was exhausted. He collected a change of clothes and slipped back into the dark hallway.
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"Where is the hell is my drying cloth?"

Vegeta looked through the closet for his towel that Bulma had bought just for him. He had complained so much about the others rough textures that she had finally broken down and bough a plush, extra-large towel to shut him up.

He grunted before pulling out a random towel and slipped into the bathroom. His body shivered as the smell of her hit his nose. The mirror was still fogged.

"Why is she still awake?"

He wondered, wiping off the mirror.

He turned the shower on as hot as it would go and stepped in.
Giana sat at the vanity in her room, brushing her long dark hair. She examined her bruised cheek. Goku had promised to stop taking it easy on her and he had kept that promise. Though, she still felt no closer to "Super Saiyan" status, she could feel her body getting stronger and stronger with every training session. She tossed her towel on to the foot of the bed. Bulma had given her a bottle of lotion that helped soothe her aching muscles. She lathered on the coconut scented cream from head to toe. It helped more than she expected. Instantly, her muscles seemed to relax from their tense state.

"Damn."

She sighed.

"I left my toothbrush in the bathroom."

She grunted to herself.

She wrapped the towel around her body, slipped into the hallway, and down to the bathroom. With an elastic in hand, she tied her long, wet, messy hair on top of her head. Her towel started to slip.

Ana looked around, making sure she was alone in the hallway before opening her towel, desperately needing to readjust it before it fell off of her completely. The bathroom door swung open.

"Umph!"
Vegeta caught the wet, naked, Saiyan as she fell against him.

"Are you naked?"

He shouted.
"Vegeta!"

She shrieked, fumbling with the towel.

"Why are you wet?"
"Ana! Hold still!"

He slipped on the wet tile as she stumbled, trying with all of her might to hang on to her towel. It was too late.

Vegeta's feet flew out from under him and down he went, taking Giana with him.
She screamed as her bare chest landed on his.

"Why are you naked?"
"I could ask you the same question!"

He shouted back.
"Don't look!"

Her small hand covered his eyes.
"I'm not! What are you doing you clumsy idiot?"

He started to laugh.
"This isn't funny, Vegeta!"

She rolled off of him, quickly covering herself with her towel.
"You have my drying cloth!"

He gave her a taunting glare.

"I want it back!"
"You have to be kidding!"

She slapped his arm.

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Yamcha ran his fingers through her hair as she slept next to him. He didn't want to wake her. She was so peaceful when she slept. Her steady breathing was music enough to put him back to sleep. Did he have to wake her? It was just training with... him. Was it really worth sending her off by herself with that bastard?

He almost wished he had never answered the door when Goku came to visit. Then, he would have never known about her commitment to training with Vegeta. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave his bed. It was so cold without her.

He examined her bruised cheek.

"If you think Goku is rough..."

He whispered.

"Wait until Vegeta. He won't be gentle."
"I know."

She smiled, her eyes still closed.
He raised an eyebrow at her.

"How long have you been awake?"
Her green eyes cracked open.

"A while."

She giggled.
"Why didn't you say anything?"

He laughed.
"I didn't want you to stop."

Her eyes batted at him as she placed her hand on his.

"I love you."

She whispered, snuggling up to him.
"I love you too."

He kissed her forehead.

"Stay with me today. Fuck, Vegeta."
She couldn't help but laugh at the jealousy in his tone.

"I can't. I told Goku I wanted all of the help I could get."

Yamcha shivered as she slipped out of his bed, turning it cold.

"I think Vegeta can help. Even if he is the biggest asshole in the universe."
"I can't argue with that."

He leaned his head against his palm, his elbow resting on his pillow, as he watched her get dressed. He frowned.
"I'll tell you what..."

She crawled toward him across the bed before planting a soft kiss against his lips.

"If we don't train too late, I'll come see you when we are done. Okay?"
Yamcha nodded.
"See ya later."

She winked at him before slipping out of his room and, eventually, his apartment.

As nervous as she was to train with Vegeta, she was more than excited. He wouldn't take it easy on her the way Goku had and that was exactly when she was craving. The challenge excited her. It must have been the Saiyan blood pumping through her veins making her heart race and ears ring.

She hit the ground running as she landed at Capsule Corp.
"It's about time!"

Vegeta grunted.

Giana spun around to face him.

"Here."

He handed her a pair of gloves.

"These will protect your hands. You'll need them."
"Thanks."

She managed as she laced on the heavily padded gloves. Vegeta's onyx eyes almost burned as he glared at her.

"What, Vegeta?"
"You smell like him."

He crossed his arms.
"Don't start this. I'm here to train, not talk about my sex life."

She glanced up at him, tying on the last glove.
"He hasn't spoken to you in six weeks and you run to him and immediately spread your legs for him? You aren't that easy are you?"

He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Excuse me?"

She glared at him.
"So, anyone can have you by ignoring you?"

He folded his arms.
"If that were the case, Vegeta..."

She tightened the last strap on the glove.

"I would be all over you wouldn't I? You ignored me for ten years."
Now he was angry.

"I thought you were dead, Giana!"
"And I thought you loved me!"

She shouted, desperate to end this conversation.

"You said you would come for me and you didn't even try!
"I did love you!"

He kept on.
"We lost each other and we've moved on. That's it. End of discussion!"

Silence fell over the pair with her bitter last words.

Vegeta watched her, examining her power level. She was much stronger than he had thought.
"Do you love him?"

His tone was cold but a sadness crept in that startled them both.
"What?"

Her green eyes met his dark onyx gaze.
"Do you love him?"

He asked again.
She let her shoulders drop in defeat.

"Yeah, Vegeta."

She managed softly.

"I think I do."
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