Val tapped her foot antsily, braving to peruse more of Dr. Gero's research in the library, trying to focus on it while Piccolo was still in the Room of Spirit and Time. Vegeta and Trunks were somewhere else on the Lookout, with the former waiting his second turn in the room. Piccolo said he would only be in there a few hours. Her mind kept wandering away from her research and back to him, wondering how her bluff with the almost kiss between them would play out and what he would decide. She felt like he ought to decide when he got out of there, especially after how he reacted to her almost kissing him and then abruptly walking away from him. She rubbed at her chest absentmindedly, disliking the numb feeling there.
She closed her eyes, wiling herself to focus, but then she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She stood up quickly, closing the laptop carefully, sensing... something. She rose up, snagging up the staff and heading towards the Room of Spirit and Time in a rush.
Just as she arrived a few feet down the hall from the door, she saw Piccolo coming out of the room. She stopped in her tracks, eyes locked wordlessly on his. He seemed more focus and self assured rather than stronger coming out of that room. He stepped towards her with such intense purpose, making her gasp and draw back. He was before her so fast, hand coming up and snatching the staff above her own hand. When he tried to yank it out of her grip, she tightened her grip and yanked right back at it. Stubbornly, she looked up at him to tell him to let go, which he did not.
Instead, he reached his free hand down, cupping her neck and jaw. He drew the two of them closer together, kissing her hard and unexpectedly. Val felt herself one part rejoice, smirking as he kissed her. The other part doubled the grip on the staff should he try to take it from her again. He stepped closer, guiding her against the nearest wall. His hand stayed resting on her jaw, lips barely coming off of hers. She flicked her up to meet his, saying protectively, "you can't have the staff."
"You'll have to put it down sometime," he teased. He pulled again at it and she pulled back.
She scowled up at him, not sure what he was playing at, but it seemed to be driven on very instinct not to allow anyone to take the staff from her. She struck him on the chest with her free fist. He pressed himself closer, surprisingly cluing her into how hard he already was. He knelt down, bucking his hips against hers. She felt a gasp escape from her lips. She felt him slowly start to pull the staff. She gritted her teeth, yanking it down and out of his grip. "I said I would find someone else," she stated breathily. "You made your choice, trying to tell me what to do."
"I had time to think it over after speaking with Trunks. And you were bluffing," he hummed down at her. She felt herself blush, half in arousal and half in triumph. "You enjoy having your bluff called."
He brought his hand that had originally tried to take the staff and wrapped it around hers on the staff. He then pressed himself against her, hip grinding against hers. She closed her eyes briefly, sliding her two legs a little bit further apart. "This won't reset the precious time line," she warned him.
He hummed down at her, the deep sound alone almost as seductive as his movements. "After weeks in the Room of Spirit and Time, I've come to realize it's too late to fix it."
She looked up at him, mouth gaping for a second before she threw herself up at him, kissing him with abandon. She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the passion with him in the hallway leading to the Room of Spirit.
"Find some honor," she heard a gruff voice snap down the hall from them. Piccolo pulled away from her in a hurry, with her pushing him as well. She drew the staff against her chest, seeing Vegeta coming down the hallway. He walked briskly passed them, towards the door to the Room of Spirit and Time. "Or find your own room," he suggested, slipping into the Room of Spirit and Time with a loud slam of the door.
Val looked up at Piccolo wordlessly before she nodded up at him. She took him by the hand, leading him to her room.
They were at her room before she realized, shutting the door behind them. Val clicked the lock shut, turning and seeing him having already removed his cloak and head gear. Gingerly she leaned the staff against her wardrobe and then was on him, shoving him to sit down on the bed. She sat on his lap, pulling on his shirt, getting it up and over his head. She ran her hands over his chest, finding he felt almost cold. He shivered slightly. She pressed against him in an almost desire to warm him up and then some. She then reached down and pulled at the end of her battle armor shirt.
He unexpectedly stayed her hands. she gave him a questioning look, nervous that he would all of a sudden halt what he started in the hallway. "Is this honorable?" he questioned softly.
She felt a flare of annoyance at the question and then softened when she looked upon his face. She cupped his chin and pulled his face in line with hers. "How do we make honorable?" she asked, trying to keep her annoyance out of her voice.
He hummed deeply and shook his head. He reached down and pulled off her shirt, pulling her closer after he did. She kipped, pulling to also to remove her bra, but with his mouth kissing and nipping at her neck and chest made it impossible. She huffed, pushing against him in her annoyance. She heard him chuckle under her breath, feeling herself shiver desirously as his mouth roamed and his hands held her fast against him. She felt both her arousal and annoyance grow together, mind trying to figure out how to work against him, smirking when she thought of an idea. She leaned down and grinding her hips against his, feeling her arousal build up more with that, enjoying it. She then allowed the feeling to build up within her, driving it higher before projecting it into him. She felt and heard him gasp against her neck. His hands went limp. She shoved him back, making him lay on the bed on his back. She off of him and yanked off the rest of her clothes in a hurry before stripping him down and mounting him. She brought hips down over his, feeling him shake as she sent the feeling over to him. His hand came down to his cock, making her pause. "How do you want it?" he asked her.
She frowned, not quite sure what he meant. "We can't risk a Namekian child," she breathed out shakily, wondering if he would back down on this desire of hers as well. "I haven't figured out how to guarantee an Anthromorphic child yet," she confessed.
He hummed, looking up at her patiently. "What do you want right now?" he asked, thrusting his hips up against hers, reminding her how aroused she had been two minutes before.
She hummed and then slipped off of him, moving quickly to the condom box Bulma had brought her with the rest of the stuff she gave her. He shifted so he was laying down fully on the bed now, looking up at her expectantly. She mounted him, slipping the condom on his cock. "Not while I am guardian," she explained, feeling the temptation to forgo one in the future with how he was acting now. She made a mental note to ask after his sudden giving in to what she wanted from him.
She rubbed her hips against his, feeling herself grow more aroused. She pressed him inside of her, making her gasp loudly as she felt her arousal build and grow. She thrust up and down on him, back straight and hips moving. She felt his hands clamped down on her hips, more in allowing her to move on him than to control her movement. She felt herself tighten on him, pushing herself to keep going. After a last, deep thrust, she felt herself finish on him with an uncontrolled moan that petered out into a contented sigh as she slow to a halt over top of him. She hummed and then had a quick, wicked thought, smiling down at him. "You're right," she panted out. "This isn't honorable," she stated, slipping off of him.
She hardly had one foot off the bed when he was sitting up and grabbed at her, pulling her back to the bed against him. "What?" he asked, a sound of desperation in his voice.
She allowed him to pull her over on the bed with her fighting playfully against him as he pinned her down on her back. "You said this isn't honorable. Shouldn't we stop?" she said demurely, hand coming up to stroke the inside of his wrist.
Then she kicked at him, trying to almost but not quite buck him off. He locked his legs around hers. She kipped, not stopping her playful fighting with him. He pinned her down harder, pressing his body on top of her. He buck his hips against her, tempting her to give in and stop playing at him as she felt her arousal build up again. She took a second, gauging his rhythm and thrusted up in time with his thrusting down. She heard him gasp as that drew him back inside of her. She twisted to and fro, making him fight with her to keep inside of her. He was thrusting at a hard, rough, almost desperate pace. She pounded at his chest, pushing at him. He pushed her hands away, a matching smirk on his lips as he kept her pinned down beneath him. Then he growled against her neck, and then hummed almost suspiciously.
She felt a sudden spike in her arousal, making whimper breathlessly against the intensity making her come again out of nowhere. She squirmed in a way that no longer fought against him, not sure how it happened. She clung to him, panting in time with him as he thrusted inside of her over and over again at an almost bruising pace. She heard him moan loudly as he finished with her still clinging to him.
He slipped out of her, but did not go much further than that, laying himself down on top of her. His head lay on her chest. She brought her hand up to his head, cupping the back of his jaw and under his ear.
She felt herself start to doze off when he started to move. She opened her eyes, watching him remove the condom and throw it out in the trash can nearby. She pulled at the blankets, covering herself over with them. She reached her hand up towards him. He drew himself closer, laying down on the bed beside her.
He laid on his back with her shifting to lay against him. "What changed your mind?" she asked shyly, hand coming up to trace his lower and jaw. She sat up so she could look on his face.
He hummed, meeting her half frightened eyes. "It could have happened in the other timeline after all," he reasoned.
She kissed him softly. "We can't know that for sure-" she started. He interrupted her with a kiss, rendering her unable to speak. When he released her, she asked. "How do you figure?"
He hummed, thinking aloud, "Future Trunks said Bulma from the other timeline thought it could have happened at anytime. Her intelligence is unrivaled in this timeline." She frowned up at him at that. "Almost unrivaled," he added with an amused sigh. "She knows how to read people, especially you. She knew how to get you back to Capsule Corps when you were absolutely refusing to do so. She knew how to slow you down to keep you from going after the androids early and by yourself even though she had no idea that Future Trunks told Goku you did that in his timeline. If any version of Bulma says this could have happened, it could. But only if it happened honorably in this timeline."
"Meaning without me cheating on Tien," she said. "Trunks did say I fought with Vegeta in the other timeline over dating Tien... and I did fight with both of them over both of them in this timeline... Maybe a break up in that time line was coming like it did in this one, but it just hadn't happened yet." She hummed. "But then why did you say to put the timeline back to the way it should have been?"
He shook his head. "The old man's fearful influence. He was absolutely terrified of Cell being a product of the changed timeline and he wanted it forced back into place, which is why I tried to insist you go back to Tien right after Cell almost killed me. The old man's feelings were strongest the first few days right after I assimilated him. He wanted the timeline unchanged as much as possible, which is why he insisted on you taking his place as guardian. He insisted I not allow myself to give into when you came to Goku and I to avoid Vegeta after breaking up with Tien." He sighed, shaking his head in bittersweet amusement. "He knew you had an attraction to me since he first met you at the Lookout. He knew I turned you away though, even if I felt a begrudging at first attraction to you as well. After you and Tien sparred at the Lookout, the old man insisted I not interfere since I turned you away." He put his hand on her chest and then his chest. "This connection only worried the old man all the more. He insisted we not be together in any fashion, disapproving when he found out about us."
She hummed, drawing her finger over his chest. She commented, "must have been easier in the other timeline since we spent less time together and I was still with Tien." She danced her hand on his chest. "Yet you still don't want to have a child..."
"And you still think you do," he added. She held her breath, looking up at him expectantly. "Months of solitude away from our emotional connection gave me time to think without any other influencers. If you're certain you want that and are certain the child won't turn out like Cell, I can concede to that."
She felt her jaw drop, surprised by it. "Are you certain?" she pressed, surprised by it all. He sighed patiently and nodded. She brought her mouth down on his in a rush, feeling her eyes prick. She pulled away from him, sitting up with her back to him, willing herself not to cry nor let him see her almost do it. His hand came to trace along her lower back. She wiped at her eyes, hoping he would not notice when she turned back to look at him. "I will still make sure they will be Anthromorph. I'm sure Dr. Gero's research will have answers in there somewhere," she swore.