Val flew back to Capsule Corps, bag in tow since there was no reason not to keep it with her anymore. She tossed the bag down onto her bed before going to the shower to clean herself up. She looked over the scratches on her arms and the one across her stomach, checking again to see for certain none of them were bleeding. She smiled to herself that they were not, even though they smarted a bit.
She left the shower, hearing a buzzing noise. She picked through the bag, pulling out her phone. She saw Tien had texted her, asking her to text him when she was home from the Lookout. She sent a text that she was home now, but did not offer up much of anymore information, silently basking in the enjoyment of her earlier victory. She did it without being stronger, but rather thinking around the problem. She looked at the scratches on her arm again, likely to fade in a day or two.
She heard her phone buzz again, seeing Tien texting her, saying it was too late in the day for her to come over to his village, but asking if he could come over instead. He was too busy to come right away though. She responded that she could still come over even though she had not been intending to, but he could instead.
He did not come until the evening, after dinner. She waited, relaxing in her room for him to show up. She jumped up when she sensed him land on the balcony. She opened the doors for him to come in. She beckoned him in, shutting the door behind him. She pulled him down and kissed him.
"Hey, what happened to your arms?" he interrupted the kiss and pulled away. He took her forearms in hand, looking them over.
She looked down at them as well and smiled up a him. "Oh those, I was training earlier with Piccolo and I won-"
He interrupted, "you were with Piccolo? Up at the Lookout?" His hands dropped their hold on her.
She nodded. "Yeah, well we were actually on the ground below the Lookout and-"
"You weren't at the Lookout like you said?" he huffed.
She blinked up at him, not understanding his sudden annoyance. She raised her hands up, pressing hers against his chest to keep him from talking. "I was going to the Lookout like I said originally, but ran into Piccolo down on the ground. We sparred, a challenge to see who could draw first blood. We fought and I won by throwing some dirt and pine needles into his face. I tackled him, bit him, and won. I might not be stronger than him, but that I managed to do that much. And he'll have to trim his nails in the process." She rushed to explain it all, managing it before he could interrupt her. She smiled up a him expectantly, waiting for some semblance of praise for her success.
He looked down at her, a clouded look on his face. "You weren't supposed to be alone with him," he complained, stepping out from her reach.
She looked up at him, not understanding what he was talking about. "Why not? We were just training together like usual," she responded. She frowned up at him, annoyed by him. She blinked up at him, realization suddenly dawning on her. "You're jealous of him." She shook her head, looking up at him, and bit back a somewhat desire to laugh, but a conflicting one to tell him off. "There's no need to be," she answered, settling on somewhere in the middle. She stepped closer to him, admitting, "he said before he isn't interested in me like that." She bit back the former guardian's words to keep them from clouding her judgement.
"But are you interested in him?" he asked, breaking the tense silence.
She drew back physically at his question, gapping up at him. She bit her lip, shaking her head. "You're here and he's not," she answered thickly, hoping he would read that how he wanted to to diffuse the argument. She felt her temper flare, but quelled it before it could make the situation worse.
She stepped up him, pushing him back, which he was not expecting. She pushed him to the bed. She shoved him down, mad at him, even as she got on top of him. She kissed him, going hard right away. She held his jaw in her hands so he could pull away. She ground her hips against his, feeling her temper burn into lust, with her mind landing on a wicked idea that would fuel both feelings. She pulled her mouth and hands away from him. She reached down to the base of her shirt, pulling it off. She pulled off her bra as well. He reached up to touch her sides, but she smacked his hands down. He flinched them back, looking up at her with his own dark yet lustful look. The look darkened when he saw the scratches on her stomach. She reached down and his own shirt off, throwing in down in a huff. She pressed herself against him, grinding harder against him. She could tell he was enjoying it, and as was she. She kissed and nipped along his neck and jaw line. Her hands ran over his chest, nails scratching at him.
He annoyingly brought his hands up to hers. "Don't draw blood this time," he pleaded softly.
She pulled her mouth off him, and brought her head in line with his. She gave him a dark look, shoving him down on his back on the bed beneath him. She brought her hand to the top of his pants, yanking them and his boxers off while running her nails down his legs. He kicked his legs out when she did that, making her smirk. She took her own pants and panties off, watching him look her over on bated breath. He started to sit up. She sat right back down on his lap, shoving his upper body down. She took his cock in her hand, knowing he preferred her mouth. She rub against him teasingly at first, but grew rougher. She brought kept her legs around his, using her free hand to steady herself on his side. She brought her mound up, rubbing him along the outside of it, making her start to build up in turn.
He swore under his breath, "fuck..." He pressed his hands over his eyes and forehead. He took a drew a few quick, deep breaths. He brought his hands off his face and started reaching for her nightstand. It was much to far out out of reach. "Get a condom," he requested. His hands came to her hips, trying to slow her down. She kept moving, enjoying both his reactions and how she herself was feeling. He was staring up at her. He held her hips, trying to slow her down. She kept moving, pushing to keep on pace, finding herself getting closer. "Val," he panted out. She shook her head slowly over him. "Val, we can't..." he hummed something else out, but it was unintelligible. She could feel his legs shaking. "Just... fuck..." he panted out. He was close and was looking displeased by it.
She bit her lip, looking down at him struggling. It was less enjoyable for her than usual, but she felt drunk on the high of dominating him like this. She loosed a whimper, feeling herself finish weakly on him. It was not as satisfying as it could have been and the friction was starting to get to her, but she pressed on. He kept panting, her name on his lips on repeat. Every breath he panted out drove her on. She pressed harder, angling herself down more overtop of him. She watched him, relishing in his struggle to hold himself back stubbornly. He finally gave in and came with a low groan. She smirked down at him, feeling his leg shake weakly underneath her. She stopped moving, leaning down over him tiredly. She bent her head down over his, bringing her hand down to cup his jaw. "You're here," she reminded him. She let his jaw go with a shake.
She got herself off of him abruptly. She stood up, feeling sore and sensitive. She walked off, leaving him alone on the bed. She went into the bathroom, tempted to lock the door behind her, but rather just slammed it shut. She went straight into the shower, turning it on full blast to enjoy the hot water there to wash herself off. It did not take long for him to come storming in there in his own fury. She grinned at him when she saw him, amused at how he looked. He slammed an unwrapped condom down at the edge of the shower. She beckoned him to join her unnecessarily. He was on her after that, pressing her against the wall of the shower. She could tell he was tired but furious, wondering which one would win out with him. She reached her hand down between them, taking his cock in hand once more.
He pried her hand off, using more force than she anticipated. He let her go the second her hand was out of the way. She smiled at him, looking a little disappointed. "I need more time," he explained.
"Aw. Hurry up," she said, she reaching her other hand down to grab him.
He snagged both up of her wrists, pressing them in line with her head. She chuckled softly up at him, more amused than anything else. He gave both wrists a shake. She bit her lip, looking up at him expectantly. "Fucking witch," he swore down at her, not fazing her a bit.
He let one wrist go, bringing his hand down between her legs, moving his hand on her so hard and so quick. She gasped at that, bringing her free hand down to his forearm, digging her nails into his skin. She heard him gnash his teeth, but kept touching her. She panted, trying to see which one of them would give in first. She hummed, tightening her grip, even if it felt good. Too good. She gave in, letting her hand off of him. She came, panting, and giving in. He pulled his hands off of her, with her leaning her head against the wall with her eyes closed. A wave of exhaustion washed through her. She could still hear and feel the shower water still running and him moving around underneath it.
She blinked her eyes open, seeing him wash himself off, including a few drops of blood off of his forearm. He was breathing heavily yet, looking exhausted. She stepped over to him, a wicked grin on her face. She leaned against his back, scratching him over his chest. He jumped, brushing at her hands to get them away. She moved her hands down to his cock, running her hands along it, noticing he was hard again. She heard him gnash his teeth as she ran her hand along him. She leaned up on his back and nipped him on the shoulder.
He twitched, turning back on her. She gave him a coy look. He reached back and turned the water off, before turning back on her. She moved towards him, only to be caught around the middle. He picked her up with grunt, carrying her out of the shower unexpectedly. He deftly grabbed a towel and the condom on his way out of the bathroom. He brought her into her bedroom, with her squirming in enjoyment of it. She kicked, fighting against him playfully. He shoved her away from him, near the bed, but not on the bed as she was still wet from the shower. He draped the snatched up towel down on the bed, shoving her down on it. She kipped, trying to bounce back up. He held his hand away from her, putting on the condom. She sat up, running her hands over his upper legs, smirking as he was distracted by it.
He pushed her hands away and pushed her down onto the towel on the bed. She gave him a nod, hoping the mischievous idea that formed in her mind was not readable on her face. He leaned over her, slipping inside of her tiredly. He started going at her in a steady rhythm, slower than he usually did. She smirked and started squirming. She started to struggle against him, trying to get out from under him. He grunted, pinning her down at the shoulders. She kicked, feeling him struggle a bit to keep on top of her. She brought her hands up to the outer edges of his upper arms, digging her nails into him.
He grunted, halting in his movements. He hesitated at first, but then took her by the wrists and pinned them down along either side of her head. She laid still, watching him. He started up again, a slower pace than usual. She clicked her teeth up at him, making him pull his head back higher away from her. He sped up the pace, finding his rhythm. She made her move. She yanked at her wrists, trying to get him to let her go. He swore, pressing down harder on her wrists. She kicked, trying to all but throw him off. He grunted, pining her down harder. She threw him an amused look, seeing how exhausted he looked. She tightened around him, letting him take her and enjoying it with him. She let him keep going on her afterwards, only fighting against him when he would slow down. He loosed an exhausted groan when he finished.
He laid down next to her exhaustedly. She closed her eyes, feeling herself come down from the rush of it. She felt herself start to doze off. She blinked her eyes open when she felt his hand came to her side, tracing the scars there. She sat up and huffed, pulling away from him. She felt him pull her back, so she just went still. He sat up with a tired groan, pulling her to lean against him back to chest. He leaned his head on her shoulder, hand coming up and stroking the scars on her side.
"It's just training," she reminded him anew, pulling the bite out of her tone.
"I know," he grumbled against her shoulder. His hand was still on her side.
She smiled to herself and breathed a sigh of relief at that.