Things with Tien for Val seemed to be a bit confusing, a bit of a whirlwind. Bulma kept telling her it sounded like it was going fine, so she should not worry so much about it go slower than she expected. Earthlings were not so quick sometimes.

She added training with him as well as with Piccolo and Kami. At one point Piccolo tried to convince her to chose to either train to fight with just Tien or just with him, but she argued against him. She sighted that Moori would have encouraged her to do both as learning from more than one teacher was a wise move. He gave in and kept training her, going harder and more focused than before. His sessions left her more worn out and sore than Kami and Tien's combined.

All the added training was also leaving her less time to do work in the medical research labs at Capsule Corps. One of the most elite research labs on the planet, and yet she still found a lot of it all rather primitive. No wonder Earth barely had a space program.

She was off training with Tien, biting her tongue to the complaints that she had at what she saw as primitive technology that he conversely saw unnecessary to live with. He seemed to relish living in a secluded mountain village with hardly any of the ' creature comforts' she had access to at Capsule Corps. She had not seen the village he lived in yet, but the way he described it sounded like the opposite of Capsule Corps.

She flew off to see him at the edge of the city, training in the mountains out there. Close enough for her to get to easily, but far enough away from Capsule Corps since he disliked going anywhere near Vegeta, who still refused to train with her at all, even he had grown more companionable in their months living together at Capsule Corps. Finding the balance between the two of them was harrowing. She did her best to avoid talking about either one of them around the other.

As they trained, she was surprised at how lightly it was going today. She felt like she had hardly broken a sweat when he called it, suggesting they go get dinner a bit earlier than usual. It was different with him than Piccolo and Kami. The training finished and she would just head home to eat, with little interaction afterwards. Half the time she felt frustrated with how little Piccolo would talk. There was also nothing romantic with either of them afterwards, but at least a little bit Tien, but limited to a few kisses when her own thoughts strayed to wanting more, but not wanting to push for it, trying to balance out her frustration over what she wanted but what he would let her do. It made her all the more impatient when he would tell her to be patient.

After the earlier than usual dinner followed by a bit of walking around, she was surprised to see him leading her towards a denser, more affluent part of the city. She looked around the area, noticing the names of the shops, hotels, restaurants, and cafes in the area. It was a commercial area, which she did not think he much cared for with all the frivolity, she thought to question it. "What are we doing down here?" she asked.

He seemed to get a bit ancy, fingers fidgeting before taking her by the hand. "I got a hotel reservation for the night down here. Somewhere..." he frowned, looking around at all the tall buildings. "It's got to be around here somewhere."

"Oh," she said, not sure why he would get a hotel when he usually just flew back to his village afterwards. "Why'd you get a hotel?" she asked.

"I'm feeling kind of tired," he answered, fingers tapping in hers. One finger traced the center of her palm, kind of tickling her.

"Huh," she hummed, finding herself not hardly tired, so she wondered at it. She wondered if perhaps she was getting stronger now that he was tired when she was not really. "You're always welcome to come stay with me at Capsule Corps," she boldly suggested.

"It's for the best I don't and you know that," he said shortly. He let her hand go and pulled out his phone, tapping away at it. "It's around here somewhere."

She peered curiously over his arm, resting her hand on it and brushing her fingers over his skin. She saw the name of the hotel on his phone. "Oh, that hotel is over there," she pointed behind her.

"How did you know that?" he asked, turning his phone this way and that.

"We just walked passed it," she answered. She almost did not want to tell him where it was considering now he would probably call it a night between them earlier than usual.

He held up his phone, walking with it leading the way. She trailed after him, hand back on his forearm, trying to get her thoughts to behave. They got there right away, exactly where she pointed out. "Well, looks like you were right," he admitted.

She nodded up at him, letting his arm go. "Well, if you're tired, I guess I'll be going-" she started, disappointed to have less time than usual with him.

He interrupted her, offering, "did you want to come up for a cup of tea first?"

She blinked up at him, needing a second to comprehend his rushed out words. She felt a rush that he was offering to spend more time with her, but the idea of it just being tea was a bit of a let down. She thought to turn him down at the boringness of the offer, but he looked hopeful. "Okay," she gave in, thinking a cup of tea was better than saying good bye then and there outside the hotel.

He cocked his head towards to main entrance, "come on then," he instructed on batted breath.

She followed after him, trying to check her mood. She found it odd that he went not to the front desk to check in, but rather straight to the elevator, pulling out a card similar to the ones the workers at Capsule Corps and she also used now to swipe into locked rooms. "What's that?" she asked, thinking it odd for him to use one of those.

"Key card. Like the one you have at Capsule Corps," he explained. "I picked it up earlier when I checked in before we did some training."

She hummed, nodding. Without voicing it, she wondered how he would have known training would wear him out enough for him to preemptively get a hotel room. The elevator reached his floor with a ding, following after him down the narrow hallway. He used his key card, fumbling with it a bit before he managed to swipe the door unlocked. He lead her into the room, with her slipping around him so he could close the door behind him. The room was oddly dark. She reached over to the light switches, flicking one of them. It clicked, but did not turn on anything, let alone a light in the room. She heard him chuckle under his breath behind her. She turned around and looked towards his silhouette. He slide the key card into a slit in the wall with a noticeable click. He stepped closer to her, almost too close, as he reached to where her hand was and flicked on the light switch. His fingers slid across hers and then up her hand and forearm. "You guessed the right one at least," he commented. Then he bent down and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth without warming up towards that as he usually did first.

She shifted her feet, leaning herself back against the narrow wall, trying to kick off her shoes while they kissed. She managed to do so clumsily with one, but the other stayed on stubbornly. She pulled away from him, managing to get other foot down around it to kick it off. He straightened up, eyeing her in interest. "For a space witch, you're quite beautiful," he whispered down at her huskily. He reached behind her, taking her hair down from her braid. She pulled back from it, but he kept doing it.

She slipped away from him, not trusting herself to behave with the straying thought in her head. "So tea?" she asked, stepping into the room.

She noticed it was a small room with an attached bathroom. It had a large TV, a large bed, and a desk built into the wall with a mirror behind it right next to her. She looked down and saw a kettle there with cups, tea, and coffee, among other things. She saw the kettle had no water in it, so she took it to the bathroom, noticing in the mirror there how flushed her own face looked. She awkwardly filled the kettle from the bathroom sink. She dually reminded herself again to behave as she stepped back into the main room. He was standing right next to the kettle's base. She had no choice but to step right up next to him to set it down and turn it on. The sound of the kettle starting to bubble rang in her ears.

He pressed himself up against her, leaning her against the desk, closing the distance between the two of them. She heard the kettle boil as he kissed her, knee leaning forward. She brought her hands around his neck, trying not to completely give into her desires. He had denied her before and she needed to avoid pushing him. She heard the kettle finish boiling, so she pulled back, but the way he leaned against her did not quite allow her to slip away this time. She tried to, but his legs all but pinned hers. She frowned, twisting her upper body to get two cups with two tea bags set up. She held up the kettle, carefully pulling hot water into both cups before setting the kettle back down.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying and failing not to laugh.

She felt suddenly nervous, like he would call off her staying for tea based on how close she was still pressed against him. Also a bit annoyed that he was laughing like she was behaving 'space-ish' as he had said in other situations she got caught off guard. She felt herself blush, worrying he might not want to go as far as she did and had. "Well, you said you wanted tea, so-" she started.

He laughed at her, cutting her off. "You're adorable," he commented.

She looked up at him, tempted to put her trembling hands back on him. "But you said to come up for tea," she reminded. She drew her hands up to his chest, holding them there, resisting the urge to run her hands over him.

He sighed, seeming more amused than less amused after her explanation. "You have not been on this planet that long after all," he commented. His hands came up and held hers. "We can. Maybe afterwards since you already prepared it," he hinted.

"After what?" she questioned, clenching his hands in hers to stop them from roaming, even if she wanted to. He was so close to her, she almost felt dizzy.

He hummed down at her with her noticing he was clicking his teeth. "After something with this," he preempted. Then he took one of her hands, shaking it slightly before guiding it down between his own legs. She felt him guide her hands around something long and stiff. She gasped, inadvertently tightening her hand around him. He hummed, bringing himself closer. He let go of her other hand to cup under her jaw. He brushed his thumb over her parted lips. "I'll take it as a good sign that you haven't let go or slapped me or anything like that yet."

She felt on one hand a rush of foolishness that it took her so long figure out why he had actually asked her up here, but wasted no time in her interest to pursue what he had in mind. She place her free hand on his shoulder, pulling him down lower and kissing him. She moved lower hand up and down along him, liking the quiet slips of sounds he was making in reaction. He moved closer to her, pressing against her freely now. She loosed a whimper when he did not. She her hips press hard into the desk behind her, almost painfully. She brought her mouth from his, kissing along his neck above the collar of his shirt. He hummed at that. She felt her hand shake as she next slipped her hand under the hem of his pants to touch him skin to skin. He gasped at that, swearing under his breath.

He was letting her touch him, more than beyond what he usually only allowed. She leaned against him, trying to push him back. He seemed compliant with that after she moved her hand quicker. She brought her other hand to the hem of his pants, undoing them, but having to slow her other hand down to focus on that. She pulled him out, feeling a small thrill go through her when his breathing sped up. She kept her hands on him, but sunk down to her knees, bringing him clumsily into her mouth.

He swore louder when she did that, making her purr internally. She kept her mouth and hand moving together. She heard him punch the wall around the desk tucked into it. She paused just long enough to look up and see him, eyes screwed shut and muscles tense. Both fists were braced against the wall in line with his head. He was a bit too pal and pink for her liking, but his reactions made up for it.

"Fuck," he swore louder, with her grimacing as he finished.

She swallowed, leaning herself back on her hunches before him. She looked up at him, not sure what to do or say as he remained eyes closed and fists up on the wall. She rose up, slipping under his arm farthest from the bathroom. She slipped her hand under his arm, grabbing up on of the teas, drinking from it as much as the heat of it would allow her. She found the flavor too strong, but it was helpful since her mouth and throat smarted a little.

She was on the verge of pulling the tea bag out when he spoke, "I... I need a minute." He did not look at her before going to the bathroom and shutting the door between the two of them.

She blinked at the sight of the shut door, not sure what to make of his reaction. She hoped he was not angry with her, which would not have made sense considering he came. She shrugged, pulling the tea bag out and throwing it away, sipping from the tea more. When she finished half of it, eyes still waiting patiently on the door to open, she debated knocking on the door to check on him. The tea was too bitter as it cooled off. She set the cup down by the kettle, filling it back up to dilute the flavor. She sipped from it, finding the lighter taste more to her liking.

The door opened with her flicking her eyes towards it, watching him come out. "You're a bit more aggressive than you look," he put up. She drank from the tea, trying to think if what he was said was complimentary or not. He took the tea from her hands, setting it down next to the untouched tea. His hand came under her jaw, adding, "still looking somewhat kitten like. And need to mind those teeth a bit more."

Before she could respond back, he pushed her back and against the wall next to the desk none too gently. She gasped at the suddenly aggressive move. He pressed his mouth against her, followed by his whole self. She could not move away from him even if she wanted to. His hands slipped down under her ass, moving away just enough to haul her up to hip level. He guided her to wrap her legs around his waist to brace herself up against the wall behind her. His hands came around the back of her neck, unclasping her necklace. When he started to pull it off, she snatched up his hands, giving him a questioning look. Gently he kept pulling his hand away, setting the necklace down carefully on the desk. His hands roamed over her shirt then. When he finally reached the end of it, he took it by the ends and yanking it off over her head. He did the same with her bra. His hands came up to her breasts, kneading with unexpected roughness. She whimpered, turning her head away from him to press her face against the side of the wall. He bucked his hips underneath her, driving her up higher around his torso. He brought his mouth down one of her breasts, biting the center of it.

She cried out and squirmed, trying to catch her breath. He let up, straightening up. He met her eyes. She flinched from it, bringing her mouth down to his with her eyes closed. She heard him grunt, and then jumped when she felt him back away from the wall. She opened her eyes, hands gripping his shoulders and legs gripping around his waist to ensure he did not drop her. He walked the two of them over to the bed, leaning her down over it. She tightened her hold on him.

"Let go," he bid her. "Lie back."

She leaned back, feeling herself start to tremble even though she felt hot all over. She let go of him, resisting the desire to curl up on the bed. She did bring her hands over her chest shyly. She brought her shoulders up around her ears, watching him strip off his own shirt followed by his pants and boxers. She felt her nerves bundle up as he reached down to her own pants, undoing them. He pulled them off, panties along with them. His hands stroked along the inside of her lower legs. She rolled onto her back more fully, feeling herself shake even harder. She twitched, drawing up one of her legs away from him.

"You alright?" he whispered, breaking the tense silence.

She nodded, feeling caught up in arousal, panic, and an unexpected wave of grief. She closed her eyes to fight down the feeling. He pushed himself above her, legs around her lowered one and hands leaning on the outside of either one of her shoulders.

He brought his hand down to jaw, running his thumb barely across her lips. "Kitten," he breathed down at her.

He kissed the top of her forehead and then down to her mouth. He kissed down the center of her neck and then the center of her chest. Then the center of her stomach. Then down between her legs. She bucked her hips as he kept going, resting his hands on the front of her hips to hold her still. She felt overheated all over, not just in her wrists and hands. She brought her hand down to grip under his ear. She held her breath to quell the noises trying to distract and escape from her. She felt him slip a finger inside of her, surprising her. She loosed one plaintive moan as she gave into him.

She felt him and the bed shift around her. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, eyes nervously trained on his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down over her. He grunted, shifting more comfortably over top of her. He pressed mouth against her neck as he touched her. She brought her hand up to the back of his neck.

He gave a grunt, pulling his head back unexpectedly. His free hand came to her wrist, gripping it under her bracelet. "It's digging into my neck again," he explained.

He started slipping it off her wrist. "No, no," she pleaded, throat tightening up. She yanked her wrist away, wrapping her other hand around the bracelet protectively. She slipped out from under him, sitting up and leaning on the wall against the bed. She watched him carefully, not blinking. Her arousal from when he touched her moments ago forgotten.

She heard him swear. He shushed her softly. "Never mind, never mind" he soothed. "Keep them on," he permitted, sitting up and raising his hands up at her.

She breathed deeply, slowing down her breathing and uncovering her bracelet. She sat her hands down to rest on either side of her legs. She hesitated, watching him cautiously. She moved back over to him slowly. He pulled her over, wrapping his hands around her bracelets in turn. He pressed his mouth on hers, pulling her closer. She felt stiffer, unsure what she wanted, but certain he was wanting something to do with her. She looked down between them, quelling her apprehension and refusing to allow it to hold her back.

She leaned back, settling herself around his waist. He grunted as she brought her hand down around his cock, drawing up, nearly inside her before he stopped her. "Wait," he said. She let him go, trying to hold onto her nerve to do this.

She froze as he leaned back on his elbows, reaching over and digging into the nightstand draw. He pulled a small, square thing of plastic. He ripped it down the middle, pulling out a circle from it.

"What is that?" she asked, watching him slip it down over his cock.

"Protection," he explained.

She shook her head softly, finding his words amusing for a change. "I'm not going to hurt you," she promised.

"Not that," he hummed, suppressing a laugh that dared get him in trouble. She frowned down at him. He leaned up and said to her ear, "you've said before you've wanted a child, but not tonight. This will prevent that."

She looked at him curiously, frowning slightly. "There's medicine men can take, surely for that," she responded. "As well as women."

"There is medicine only for women, but needs to be taken daily," he explained. "Tonight you don't have the option."

She huffed, complaining, "this planet is too primitive."

He hummed, rolling the two of them so he was on top of her, pressing close to her. "And yet you wanted to stay here," he commented.

She hummed, feeling him still hard against her. She reached her hand down between, closing her eyes, and pressed him inside of her. He groaned in time with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him move and take over. She did her best to keep the bracelets off him, worried he might try to remove them again. She felt him move harder and faster than she was expecting. She whimpered once against him, tightening up and determined to match his pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying not to think, but only to feel. His hand tangled into her hair, pulling on it. She felt herself tighten up and finishing on him, his steady pace beating back any resistance otherwise in her mind or body. She clung to him, muffling her soft moan into his shoulder.

He moaned louder against her, slowing down and collapsing next to her tiredly. His hand pulled her over, drawing her back against his chest. "A kitten and a witch," he against her hair.

She hummed wordlessly back, wishing he did not touch her hair so much.