Val sensed for Piccolo, flying towards what she sensed, hands feeling unnecessarily tense and hot. Mind reeling after seeing Tien, even though they argued to push through the awkwardness between the two of them. She felt half distracted from the flying, sensing, and her thoughts by how intense the winds around her were. She kept brushing her loose hair out of her face to keep hold of her line of sight. A light sprinkling of rain hinted around her, putting her even more on edge. She landed on the ground, approaching where she sensed him out.
She wiped off the thin layer of water that was on her arms and face, emerging from the tree line to see him standing there on the very same cliff area he had thrown her off months long ago. She stepped up closer, heart pounding in her ears as she moved with purpose. She felt her stomach twist, mind a jumble with thoughts of Tien from earlier, her wrapped up attraction to him in front of her, and her effort to suppress her fear of the stormy weather that was just going to mild, just like it always had been in her experiences on Earth. All that, plus the nagging hollow feeling that had haunted her since she recovered from the heart virus. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the capsule pack, and took out the capsule with his name on it. She approached him, eyes locked unblinking. Her heart pounded in her ears in time with every step she took. She offered up the capsule between the two of them. The air seemed to crackle and drop around them.
She stopped before him, feeling enough of the heat coming off of him to make her catch her breath. She cleared her throat. The sound alone seemed too loud for the charged atmosphere around them. "Daiki and I," she began, weighing each word carefully. "We succeeded. By adding hydrangea. It made the best formula. Best we could anyway," she said, wishing her heavy tongue could have spoken more articulately. "Maybe someone in the future will make a better one," she admitted, thinking about the medicine from the future she encouraged Goku to still take when he got sick. She brought her eyes to the capsule in her out stretched hand, her arm to not shake so much. Neither of them moved. "Take it," she insisted, feeling her temper flare. He took it, barely touching her as he plucked it up with his thumb and forefinger. She felt a wave of desire cut through her from that barely there touch alone. Her chest felt more hallow as he let go. "I had to go," she blurted out, words tumbling over each other to escape her lips. "I had to go get back in my Capsule Corps account. And then I had to go down South to help with the outbreak. And I couldn't come back, not until I recovered." She stepped closer to him, seeing him not move at all, which half frustrated her. "You saved me, so thank you, but you shouldn't have threatened Daiki to do it." She stepped toe to toe with him, clenching her fists to keep herself from grabbing the front of his shirt. "Don't ever threaten him again," she added.
He looked down at her. "What is he to you?" he asked, finally breaking his silence.
She frowned at him, answering, "my friend. I never really noticed him before, just kept to myself. Yet then, after he helped me treat my leg after the onikuma attack, we bonded. Then more so when we South." She felt the dark, hollow feeling spread through her chest. "I never intentionally scared him," she hinted, mind thinking about how Daiki was scared of both him and Vegeta to an extent.
"Why was he in your room?" he pressed.
She frowned deeper, not understanding where the questions were going. "I was sick. He was looking after me. Besides, he's been in my room before," she explained. She felt a splash of rain hit her cheek. She wiped it off. This rain would just be mild.
"That's not what Vegeta implied," he said after a tense moment. A few more rain drops were falling around them distractingly.
She blinked up at him. "Oh he is pure evil," she swore tensely. "Daiki's married. I've met his husband." He looked surprised at that. She closed the distance between them, bringing her hands up to grip the top of his shirt. "I wanted to get back to you, but I..." she closed her eyes, trying to force the desirable image of Tien away from her mind's eye, quelling those feelings to keep them buried. "But I had to go and to help." The hollow feeling spread, ramping up and driving up her temper. "But I can be back down. Part time here, and part time at Capsule Corps," she explained. More rain started falling, picking up, yet she told herself to ignore it.
He reached up and gripped her hands. The hollow feeling halted at his touch, but then spread when he pulled his hands off of her. "Go back to the village tonight and then back there tomorrow," he instructed.
She looked up at him, taking aback by his suggestion. She wiped at the rain drops that had gotten on her face. "The village?" she asked, confused. "I'm... I'll go back to Capsule Corps tonight," she answered, not ready to give in so abruptly. She looked up at him, more annoyed with all the rain falling around them now, especially with the wind blowing it around. "If you answer me one question about the future," she demand.
"Val," he growled her name down at her.
"Kiri," she corrected, wanting to hear him call her that instead. "Vegeta and Bulma have wed, by the way. She got pregnant first, which is why he demanded I come back to witness it. He hasn't changed too much around her, but was fearful the child, Trunks, would be a weakling if they didn't. Bastard Saiyans tend to be weaker," she rushed out. "So you were honest about that bit of the future. So now I want to know one more answer. You owe me one more answer about the future anyway." She tried to get a sense off him, reading his annoyance all around. "After the virus, I still don't feel quite alive, but I think I might know why. Did I get the heart virus, too, in the other time line?" she asked.
She thought to also ask if it killed her then, which would explain the hollowness, but she figured if she caught it in the other time line without any medicine, it certainly would have killed her, too. It lead to a jealous taste in the back of her throat that Trunks had only brought one capsule of medicine, not two, from the future if that were the case. She hated the thought that Bulma would have allowed only Goku to be saved and not both of them.
He growled down at her, drawing her mind back to the present. She stepped back up closer to him, eyes lingering on his lips. She took a shot in the dark, trying to get a read off of him. She brushed the wet hair behind her ears, adding the challenge, "either tell me or kiss me. Like last time." She kept her eyes locked on him unblinking as she rose up to the balls of her feet. She brought her hands back to his shirt, digging her nails tightly into the fabric this time, stubbornly issuing the challenge to keep hold of him. The rain was heavier now, the wind picking up. She felt the fear it was trying to trigger. "Answer me," she demanded, "or-"
"I don't know," he finally answered.
She blinked up, loosening her grip on him and lowering herself down to the flats of her feet. "How...? How do you not know?" she insisted.
"Trunks never mentioned it to Goku," he explained.
She tightened her grip with her hands. "But the way I feel... afterwards," she thought out loud. "I'm not alive. Not completely. I don't feel completely alive. It has to mean I should have died from the virus, too. Only I didn't," she gnashed her teeth. She felt his eyes lingering on her. She thought of the challenge she had issued: an answer or a kiss.
She waited, feeling her impatience pick up. She did not want to be the one to make the first move. He seemed to be waiting for her, to call her bluff. She pressed herself up, griped him by the back of the neck, and kissed him. He hesitated, but kissed back. She felt the rain pick up around them, washing away at the hollow feeling inside of her. She stubbornly refused to be the one who pulled away first. She craned her neck up higher, taking the lead to deepen the kiss. A flash of bright light followed by a loud crack echoing in the sky made her jump and tear herself away. "What was that?" she asked, trying not to sound scared. She could not place the sound.
The rain was coming down heavier now around them. "Typhoon's here," he commented, sounding a bit amused at her reaction.
"The what?" she asked, pulling her hands down to her sides in fists, nails digging into her palms. She knew she had heard the word before, but could not place it. The rain picked up even more. Another loud crack of thunder rolled across the sky.
"Dangerous storm," he explained simply.
"How dangerous?" she asked, voice small. She turned away from him, looking up into the sky.
"Too dangerous for you to make it back to Capsule Corps now, but it won't flood the world," he said, tone sounding almost too amused to her.
She rounded on him. "You try growing up on a desert planet where one of your ancestors prophesied death raining down from the sky," she snapped. "And I could make it back if I flew fast enough," she said. A flash lightning and a roll of thunder told her otherwise.
"Go back the capsule house in the village instead and shelter there," he insisted. "The typhoon will only get worse."
She felt herself shiver from how wet she was from the rain now. "And where are you going to go?" she asked, mixed hopeful feelings about it.
"Same place," he answered, making her stomach flip. He shook his head briefly.
"Then why go back there?" she snapped at him. More lightning and thunder answered her question for him. "I'm the one who initiated everything between us. You were guarded then and your guarded now. Because," she paused, thinking before speaking. "Because you think I'll still die at the hands of the androids now, and there's nothing you can do about it, unlike with the virus." She stood up straighter, arms crossed over her drenched shirt. "Well, I'm not going to. So go find somewhere else to shelter if this storm is truly as dangerous as you said."
She turned her back on him then, flying low through the rain to avoid the lightning in the thick grey clouds. She sensed him following behind her. She reached the house, struggling to shove the door open with the wind blowing her hair around her face. She managed it without his help thankfully.
Once in the house, he shut the door behind them against the wind. She kicked off her shoes and water logged socks, thinking to worry about the later later. She shivered, looking around the house like it was some place from one of those fever dreams she had. It had a homey, familiar feeling to it. She realized how much she missed it. How much she had missed being around him. She looked up at him, watching him side step around from behind her and over towards the stairs to the loft. Water dripped from his soaking wet clothes on the floor with each step he took.
"Wait," she called out as he reached the base of the stairs. "I have one more question about the future," she lied, not wanting him to leave without giving it one last try. "And you ought to know the answer to it." He stopped at the stairs, looking at her half annoyed. She stepped over to, drawn to him with the annoying hollow feeling still lingering in her chest. It was not as noticeable as how cold and wet she felt presently though. That and her lingering fear and temper. She stopped at a formal distance from him, mind still trying to figure out what question she could ask about the future that he could not possibly know an answer to.
"Ask," he instructed. "So I can get out of these wet clothes."
She felt her face flush at the thought of him being out of his wet clothes. She felt ready to get out her own clothes as well, with or without him. A shiver cut through her. She blurted out the first question that came to mind that he could not possibly know the answer to, "who do the androids kill first?" He grunted at that, bearing his teeth. She threw him a challenging smile before reaching down and pulling off her wet shirt. It was a last ditch effort to tempt him before he went up to his room all by himself. Her hair was beyond tangled as she pulled it over her head. She brought her hands down to her pants, undoing them, but not pulling them down. "Answer, so I can get out of these wet clothes," she echoed.
She watched him, sensing off him how much more aroused he was now to match hers, even if he was not showing it outwardly beyond eyes lingering on her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to discreetly work through some of the tangles in a way that might entice him to initiate for once.
She felt herself give in first. "If you don't know, then you know what I want instead," she reminded him.
She stepped over to him coyly. She shoved him when he was not expecting it, bringing him to kneel down on the stairs with an annoyed grunt. She was on top of him, kissing him before he could stop her. He ended up settled down on the stairs, back leaning down on it. She felt determined that this time not even the storm would make her be the first one to pull away. She pulled at his shirt, yanking on it to get it untucked. She ran her hands under it, warming them up just enough as she met cold, wet flesh. She heard him groan when she did that, enjoy the sound.
She pulled her mouth from his as it was the only means to get his shirt off. She threw the sopping wet shirt away from them. "Make me feel alive," she challenged.
She stripped off her bra, tossing it over to his shirt. She bent down over him, mouth coming to his neck this time. She felt his hands wrap around her waist. She smirked to herself, biting down on his neck, making him growl. He sat up with her on his lap now. She grabbed his wrists, intending to shove them down and off of her so she could dominate him. It did not work. She bit harder and shoved his hands harder. He gasped louder from the bite, loosing only one of his hands from her side. He brought it to the base of her head, grasping her hair and yanking her head back and away from his neck. She squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, annoyed by it. A long, loud roar of thunder sounded, distracting her just enough for him to take advantage of it. She hated it.
He pulled her closer, bringing his mouth to her neck in turn, sharper teeth upon it. His lips and teeth moving up and down set shivers down her spine. She winced, trying to pull herself away to take charge. His hand on her waist slid back and down to her lower back. He pulled her closer, making her press her torso against his. She could feel how hard he was beneath her already. She ground her hips against his. She wanted to get out of his grip and pin him down. She kipped, even as he nails scratched up and down her lower back. She tried another tactic, trying to bring her hand down between them to go between his legs. He pressed tighter against her, blocking her from reaching there. She huffed, bringing her hands to his shoulders, shoving against him. When that did not work, she punched at his shoulders.
He grunted against her neck, sounding like he was almost laughing. She punched harder. His mouth came off her neck with the chills ending soon after. Then he moved, hand letting her hair go and moving to the outside of her thigh. His other hand left her lower back and matched it on the other side. He stood up unexpectedly, hands guiding her legs to wrap around her waist while she intentionally wrapped her arms around his neck. He was walking, first almost to the couch, but then he stopped. He turned and went to the bedroom instead.
He dropped her on the bed, with her taking a second to think. "Pants," she said, thinking how both of theirs with still water logged from the rain. She partially did not care in the moment though, considering her hair and skin were still wet. She reached down to pull her pants off, bringing her panties with them. She had them off and she was sitting up, ready to reach over, stand up, and remove his. She was up, only to be shoved back down by him as she watched him removed them himself. "I wanted to do that," she grumbled, eyeing him lustfully. He returned the look.
She smirked, thought about her plan to get at him and bring him to her mercy. She got back up, moving towards him. He shoved her down and was on top of her this time. He locked his legs around hers in such a way that it left her thighs splayed open. One hand came to her shoulder, pinning her down. "You wanted to feel alive?" he asked, voice sounding so deep it reverberated in her chest.
He leaned down over her, bringing his free hand down between her legs. He slipped two fingers inside of her, teasing her without further ado. She gasped, finding it a bit too rough at first until she adjusted to it. She reached her free hand down between his legs, trying to tease him in turn. He growled down at her, grabbing her by her wrist to stop her, letting go of her shoulder to do so. She reached with her other hand, thinking he would not be able to stop both hands. At least she thought so. He caught both hands by the wrists, pinning them together in his grip. She pulled at his grip and kipped her hips. He had yet to let up. She gasped, trying to get free and then pin him down for a change. He smirked down at her as she tightened up and came from his touch.
She panted, feeling herself coming down from it, only to clue in a few seconds later that he had not let her go nor stopped moving. She blinked up at him. She yanked at his grip on her wrists harder. She kicked at her legs. She whimpered and then looked up at him defiantly. The amused look he gave her matched the one he would give her when they would train and he knew he was going to win. She gnashed her teeth, feeling herself build up too soon after the first one. She looked up at him, trying to resist the feeling now, not wanting to let him win. She squirmed, not wanting to lose this fight. She twisted a bit, not able to get very far from his grip.
"Should I stop?" he asked with such a flat tone that pissed her off even more.
She panted deeply, still fighting to resist and win. "When you let go... you're in trouble..." she warned him, trying to stay focused on what she wanted to do to him when he did. He would be the one to give in first. She panted, still trying to get herself free to get at him before he won. She closed her eyes, fighting against the building pleasure. She heard him hum, hand teasing her shifting. She felt him grind his palm over the front of her mound. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and swore. The unexpected move finished her off and let him win. She panted, mad at him for winning, and even madder at him for not letting up yet, even a little bit. She bit her lip, trembling. "Stop," she gave in, considering that he had won anyway.
His fingers slipped out of her and she watched him wipe them off on the wet sheets between her legs. He undid his legs around her legs. She groaned, watching him slide down off the bed and go to the nightstand. She watched him grab out a condom from the abandoned box they had used from before. He slipped one on and was moving back to the bed. She sat up, hand on her center, and watched him carefully, waiting for a moment to jump on him.
When he got close enough, she made her move. She moved quickly to grab him by the shoulders and shove down onto his back on the bed. She mounted over top of him, rubbing herself against him, trying not to let show how sensitive she was distract her. She had him now and did not want to give that up for anything. She slipped him inside of her, swearing at how sensitive it felt. She pinned his hips down, not wanting him to move. His hands were free, which was a risky move on her part. His hands pawed at her thighs, nails biting into her skin. She watched him curiously, seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes warning her what his next move was before he made it.
He seized her hips so hard and so unexpectedly, that she paused in the confusion. He yanked her hips down and thrusted up so hard and so fast that she cried out in surprise at the intensity of the move. When he did not let go nor let up, she whimpered and then pounded on his chest temperamentally. She wanted to be in charge, to make him moan and squirm and fight and then submit to her. She felt herself building up all over again, this time, she was not able to fight against it. She cried out, panting before and after it. She pulled away from him, with him letting her go. She fell down next him on the bed, collapsing on her side. Her breathing slowed to deep panting as she tried to take the time to catch her breath. Once she caught her breath, she would be on him, full witch mode.
He moving though, not giving her the chance fully catch her breath. He left laying her side, hauling up one leg over his shoulder and straddling the other. He shoved himself back inside of her, making her kick and swear. She pounded at the bed, not wanting to give in. She clawed at the damp sheets on the bed, tearing into the wet fabric. His nails rake her raised leg, making her lower muscles seize up. She felt his teeth come down hard on her lower leg, making her press her face into the bed and screamed breathlessly.
She felt him let her go not long after that and drop her leg. She curled up into a ball, trying to will herself to get up and keep fighting in spite of the fact that it was over and he had won. "Where did you learn that?" she panted out, shoving her hair out of her face to look up at him. He shrugged, but then threw a quick glance at her computer sitting neglected in the corner. "That's my computer," she grumbled out, laying her head down on her tangled, wet hair beneath her. She felt his hand stroke along her inner thigh. "Looking up way to please your woman?" she asked groggily. She felt his hand slip away from her leg. She shivered, still feeling soaking wet. She closed her eyes, plotting her revenge the next time she got the chance.