Val recovered quicker than expected up at the Lookout before returning to Capsule Corps. She hung back a little longer than she needed to help repair there first, with Tien having gone back to his village to help repairs there. She felt half relieved he left before she did, but half liked that he did because it was quieter without him there. More peaceful even up there with Kami and Mr. Popo, and her last two days there, Piccolo. He came up to help with repairs in a delayed assistance. He was more quiet, non conversational than anything else, but not difficult to be around. He was on hand when Kami asked her again to be the next guardian, letting her talk to point out she had decided not to. She had a strong feeling that if Tien had been there, he would have answered for her, and likely had a moment of jealousy afterwards that it was offered to her.
When both she felt stronger and the Lookout was sorted, she went back to Capsule Corps, finding the flight there slow, but not as slow or difficult as she expected. She caught up with Bulma and Yamcha, finding out what all happened with them and the Capsule Corps campus in the aftermath and shared in turn what had happened with her, minus the exact words from the guardian who lead the attack against her. She felt relieved that there was not much damage not loss of life for them.
She went to her room next, walking past Vegeta's old room and feeling a twinge of grumpiness that he was still gone off who knows where. She gave the door a sharp rap with her knuckles to express it before continuing on to her room. She went into her room, shutting the door behind. She was quick to take her phone over to its charger and plug it in before she changed into her own set of clothing. She noticed the scratches on her wrist and forearm had healed, but there was still marks and bruising on her side. She ran her hand over her side gingerly, not minding if it ended up scaring considering the wound was inflicted in an act to save her life.
Once done changing, she powered on the phone and gave it minute to let it start up and let all the messages come through. She felt a bit overwhelmed by the several messages from both Tien and Bulma asking after her and where she was. She skimmed through both sets of them, not bothering to respond to Bulma's since she knew she was fine earlier in the hour and back at Capsule Corps. She shot Tien a quick one to tell him she was back at Capsule Corps and nothing more.
She moved about after that, going to her research space she used in Capsule Corps, looking to see if any updates after the last few days she missed where there. She brought her phone with her, allowing it to charge next to her without her checking any messages sent her way. She sat in front of the overly primitive computer from the ones she was used to, finding nothing urgent or amiss. She stared at the screen and huffed, wishing she remembered more Frieza's ship that she could upload and use to help this company and this planet she was stuck on. She gave up, powering off the computer and leaning back in her chair wearily. She sat upright, checking her phone on the charger, seeing it had decent battery life by now, as well as an unread message from Tien. He was wanting to come over in the evening since she was home now. She took a second to think about it before telling him that was fine, thinking there was not anything or anyone around here that could stoke up any jealousy.
She laid her arms down on the desk and chin down on it, trying not to wish it was someone else texting her or another someone else in the empty room she passed by earlier. She clicked her teeth, staring at herself in the blackened reflection of the powered off computer screen without blinking. She questioned herself and what she was doing, what she was thinking. Part of her felt the temptation to go right back up to the Lookout and tell Kami she had changed her mind and would become guardian. It would be something she could give back to the planet hiding her considering all her knowledge from all her space ship travel had run dry.
She unplugged her phone and left the room, going back to her own room to rest up before Tien showed up. When he did, it was in time for a dinner with Bulma and Yamcha as well, with her being the quietest in the meal. After dinner, she did see the two men go off to talk privately, but did not wonder after it.
Once they were out of earshot, Bulma was quick to ask her, "so you didn't tell me. What did you decide?"
Val blinked at her, not understanding. "About what?" she asked.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Guardianship," she whispered.
Val ran her hand through her loose hair and shrugged. "I don't know yet," she answered honestly. "I said no, but I... I might... change my mind."
"Well, why not?" Bulma pressed. "Scared to spend the afterlife with the crazy physic guardian who lead the attack against you?"
Val clicked her teeth, feeling a flush irritable. "It's not that," she answered. "I don't know what it is, but not that," she said, hoping Bulma would take the hint to both halt the conversation then and there and keep it private. She looked down at her hands, wondering at what other magic they could do.
"Well, when you decide, let me know. I want to know," Bulma answered with a shrug.
Tien and Yamcha came back to the two of them, not long after that. Val noticed the tenseness she had observed between Bulma and Yamcha had mostly gone away now, surprised by it. She wondered if it was caused by the aftermath of the Black Water Mist. There was a bit of bickering between them over what movie the four of them would watch, but a subdued version of it.
Val watched the movie next to Tien, but hardly paid attention much to it and its plot. He insisted she sit on his left side only, which she shrugged off and followed along with the suggestion. She let her mind wonder, allowing it to go where she wanted it to. She felt surprised when the movie ended, trying to recall how the ending went down. She saw Bulma and Yamcha were quick to say goodnight and go off to Bulma's room, leaving her with Tien. She felt odd about it, short in her temper about it as she ended up following him to her own room. She followed after him, watching him tap his right side pocket quickly before drawing his hand away from the billowing pocket. Her stomach sank in a mix of nerves and desire when she shut the door behind her. She felt a flash of heat burn in her chest. She leaned against the door, not sure exactly why she was so nervous that her hands were shaking.
He was watching her. "Suddenly all nervous?" he teased. She looked up at him and shook her head. "Kitten?" he asked, raising his eyebrows up daringly. She frowned at that, feeling a flare of annoyance. She stalked over to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. The heat in her chest built up in time with her arousal. He pulled his mouth away from hers. "Witch?" he asked as he picked her up, guiding her to wrap her legs around his hips. She felt something odd in his right pocket, she figured she would ask after it later.
She dug her nails into his upper back and lower neck in response, hearing him hiss through his teeth in response. She found the sound to be appealing. She kissed him anew, not letting up on her nails. He walked them over to her bed and sat himself down on her bed without letting her pull away from him. She shifted on his lap to splay her around him, feeling something small and slim in his pocket brush against her thigh.
She leaned up and away from him. She reached down to his pocket, curiosity getting the better of her. He stopped her hand. She looked up at his face, seeing him swallow thickly. He shook his head slightly. She gave him a curious look. He avoided the gaze, taking the end of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. The room felt a little cold, but her chest felt warm enough.
"Whoa," he breathed, seeing her side still bruised and marked. He ran his hand gingerly over it. She pushed his hand away, not liking him touching it. "How did that happen?" he asked, voice almost tight.
"I don't know," she lied, not wanting to trigger any adverse reactions from him, not right now.
She went for a distraction tactic, pulling her bra over her head and dropping it down on the floor. She then removed his shirt, pressing against him to add to the distraction. She ran her hands over his torso, scratching at him in a rush. She bit him on the neck, hearing him whimper at her touch, liking the sound of it.
She felt him grow harder under her. She reached her hand down, stroking him over his pants. She kept her eyes closed, feeling the rush of touching him all over. She pulled away, looking down and slipping off his lap. She stood upright, readying herself to kneel down before him.
"Wait," he said, taking her hips in hand.
She could feel his hand shaking. He undid her pants, pulling her closer. She could feel him throw an annoyed glance at her side, before pushing her pants and panties down her legs, with her helping to remove him. She looked him over, wondering what he was planning. He laid his hand on his right pocket, hesitating.
"I want to try something," he started.
She cocked her head to the side, giving him a questioning look. He reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like an oversized rubber bullet. She frowned in puzzlement before realizing what it was, Bulma having mentioned using them before, even recommending using a toy like this once or twice. She gave a quick, nervous nod, stomach flipping. He reached his hand over between her legs, teasing her slightly. She stepped closer with him nodding at her to do that. He brought the small thing up, slipping it inside of her. She whimpered at it, allowing it. She saw him reach for its small remote, making suck down a deep breath when she felt him turn it on. She sucked down a deep, audible breath, trying to keep herself steady as she started to enjoy it. Enjoy it, but not be overtaken by it. She put her hands on his thighs, gripping the fabric and pulling it taunt.
"Can you handle it?" he asked softly, doubt in his tone. She threw him a determined look, reaching over to his hand with the remote to make him press it again. Her chest burned so good. She hissed through her teeth and nodded, bringing her hands back to his pants, digging her nails in as she did so. "In that case," he mumbled, bringing his hands down to the top of his pants, undoing them. He stood up, pushing her back. He took them off and sat back down. He pulled her over to him, pushing gently on her shoulders. "Now you can go down," he said on bated breath.
She sunk down to her knees, feeling him press the remote again. She flinched with him seeming to hesitate. She went down on him, trying to focus on him and not herself. It was difficult. She scratched at his thighs, sucking on him, and trying to focus solely on that. She whimpered, hearing him sigh. His hands cupped her jaw. She tried to stay focused with that goal in mind, but found it growing more and more difficult. She redoubled her efforts, pushing back any gagging, wanting to finish him before he could finish her.
She felt like she could not take it anymore. She pulled her mouth off of him, sinking down lower on her knees and holding her breath. She felt the intensity ramping up, leading her to pant. She wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling herself tighten harder and then come. She leaned against his lower leg tiredly, panting. She felt the intensity change instead of stop. She heard him hum curiously, pulling on her and guiding her to sit back up on her knees before him. She tried to keep going on him, but shook her head and leaned against his thigh. She punched him on the lower leg with no force.
She felt him pull her up, laying her down on the bed next to him. She panted, drawing her legs together, but not for long. She felt him push her thighs apart, bringing his mouth down between her legs. She felt the intensity kick up, making her kip. She brought her hand up to her mouth, biting her knuckle as she came so hard she blacked out for a second.
She laid still, subdued, eyes closed, and panting. She heard him move, felt him remove the toy, and heard him move around some more. Her lower muscles felt tight, a good kind of tight. She opened her eyes, blinking as she sat up, determined to finish him off.
He was on her before she could do, pushing her back down. He pressed inside of her, making her wince at how sensitive she was. She felt herself tighten up, panting as he moved at his steady rhythm. She slid her nails across his back before settling them on his upper arms in a tight grip. She whimpered against the crook of his neck before biting him there.
"Val," he groaned, his voice sounding all wrong to her mind. She shifted her mouth down to his shoulder, biting down to keep herself from saying anything back that she did not trust.
He moved, slowing his pace down, pushing her mouth from his shoulder and hands from her upper arms. He pulled out of her, turning her over to her stomach before slipping back inside of her.
She whimpered, burrowing her face into the bed, clawing at the sheets with her nails to keep herself silent, allowing herself to feel instead of think. She felt herself building again, pushing her beyond her limits. She whimpered, giving into humming. "P... pl... plea... please," she choked out, humming louder against the sheets. She felt herself come on him in time with him moaning in her ear.
She felt him shift his weight off of her as she laid there tiredly, eyes closed. She felt sweaty, warm yet cold. The burning in chest subsided. She rolled over onto her side, bruised side up. She dozed, hearing him moving about, but barely. Eventually she felt him sit down next to her on the bed, hand touching her bruised side before she pushed it away. She looked up at him, vision still a little blurry as she blinked. She watched him tidying up. He was swiping at upper arms, neck, and shoulder with a wet towel that had pink splotches on it. "You still need to mind those teeth, and now those nails," he sighed out. "Getting a little too wild, be it from the near death experience or, well, new experience just now..."
She groaned, trying to pull herself to sit up next to him, but then laying back down with a hand on his. She bent her face down towards the bed, smiling at that. "Better keep that private," she requested, tense after saying it.
He clicked his teeth, making her nervous to hear what he would say back. His hand came back to her side. He asked again, "how'd this happen?"
She hummed tiredly. "I don't remember-"
"Krillin told me it was Piccolo," he interrupted.
She frowned, pulling her hand away. "Done to save my life," she answered sourly, mad at him for ruining the moment.
"Perhaps you should keep your distance if that's how he did it," he determined.
She huffed, sitting up in a rush. She gave him a dark look, not thinking how to react or even how she wanted to react at him for the way he was pulling away from her. She grabbed him by the neck none too gently, digging her nails into the back of it. She kissed him so hard she felt their teeth click against each other. She bit his lower lip, feeling him pull back. He gripped his hand on her wrist by his neck. "You're staying the night here," she ordered. He nodded, not saying anything back for a change. "And perhaps the next time I see you will be here or somewhere else. Your village for a change perhaps," she offered, unsure if she wanted to offer that. As unsure as she was about that and other things as well. She felt her chest quicken as she found one thing to reach for out for though. She kissed him again, taking the lead in it.