After dinner and some last minute work in her lab to help Daiki just in case in the future, Val dragged herself back to her rooms. She took the battle armor with her, looking over it once more be she sat it down on her desk in front of the mirror. She sat her bracelets down on top of the armor, worried about the growing crack in one of them. She took a quick shower, mind wondering around and trying not to think about tomorrow too much. She would get there earlier than the others just in case. 7:30 A.M. should suffice to check things out before anyone else got there. She felt the hot water heat her up, annoyingly so for her last night on Earth. She sighed as she finished showering, trying to suppress it. This would not be her last night alive, she determined, but she did not want to spend it feeling even slightly hot and bothered.
She got out of the shower, drying herself off, brushing her hair, and stepping into her room unclothed. She stopped just outside of the bathroom and gasped. She ducked back into the room, grabbing her towel, and hastily wrapping it around herself before going back into her room to see if Piccolo was really standing there in front of her closed balcony doors.
He was, minus his cape and head gear. "What are you doing here?" she asked, securing the towel. She went to her desk, slipping on both bracelets to be safe. She leaned back against her desk, looking over at him.
"Where are we meeting tomorrow?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
"An island southwest of the Southern Capital," she answered accurately. She watched him step closer and closer until he was standing in front of her. She looked at him, half tempted by his presence alone, but then remembered the last time she saw him. How he refused to answer her when she asked him about the future. How he and Kami tried to side line her with guardianship to keep her out of the fight with the androids.
"What time are we all meeting?" he asked.
She pursed her lips, answering, "9 A.M.," she answered accurately. She tried to keep herself calm and and not allow her heart to speed up, otherwise he might hear it. She tried to block him out the way he had her.
He looked down at her, studying her. She raised her jaw higher. "I'm going to be there. On time," she answered. "And I won't die," she added with a shake of her head. He grunted, an answer that was as vague as the sound. "Why are you here?" she asked, feeling her impatience pick up. She felt torn between throwing herself at him and throwing him out. "To try to convince me one last time to make me guardian instead?" she added. "To keep me out of the fight?"
"Kami is the one who wants that," he finally said something more substantial.
She bit her lip, not sure what to do or say. "I don't know if I want that or if I want to keep doing research for Capsule Corps. Like in virology or something," she answered. "Even after we defeat the androids." She looked up at him, trying not to let her breathing get faster with how close he was. "I just know I have the duty to still save the Anthromorphs. Even if there is a risk my cursing ability is past on. Even if you gave up on saving the Demon Clan," she said.
"The Demon Clan is not worth saving," he repeated.
"Perhaps the Anthromorphs are. If I can figure it out... There's some genetic research stashed away in the research Vegeta took for me. Bulma has looked at it, to check for Trunks and anything genetic that might happen with him... Maybe I could guarantee it, after we both survive..." she mused. She felt a wave or desire roll over her.
"Can you guarantee it?" he asked. His words made her hopeful.
She bit her lip, swearing, "I can figure it out. I will figure it out." She gave in, just a little bit, gripping the front of his shirt and leaning towards him. "How much of the future has changed?" she implored to find out.
"More than Kami wants," he answered vaguely.
"Like what?" she asked, leaning heavily against him, craning her neck to peer up at him.
He bent down and kissed her, much to her surprise, with him initiating this one. She tightened her grip on his shirt, leaning into him as much as possible. She was still mad about the lack of information about the future she had asked about, but the thoughts grew more fleeting. She felt her temper against him loosen as her desire ratcheted up. She have in and accepted the vague answers since this could the last night alive for either of them and was better than nothing. She loosed one hand from his shirt, undid the knot in her towel, and dropped her towel. She hoped he did not notice how much her hand shook.
He pushed her against the desk, one knee driving between her legs to separate them. She felt her whole self tremble, nerves ratcheting up with her arousal. He turned her around, leaning her to face the mirror on the desk. His hand slipped between her legs, teasing her quickly. She hummed at that breathily, leaned back against him, and closed her eyes. She tried to stay focused on his touch, trying to enjoy it, but the thoughts of what might happen tomorrow kept distracting her.
She reached a hand down to his on her, opening her mouth to hum and say something, but he made another unexpected move. He covered her mouth with his hand, pressing her firmly against his chest. She tried to look up at him, but could hardly turn her head. She looked at him in the mirror, seeing him throw her a challenging yet amused look. She twisted in his grip, feeling a drive to fight back all of a sudden. She reached a hand behind her and grabbed his cock through his pants, refusing to let go when he grunted and pulled back. She threw him back a defiant look in the mirror, feeling him grow harder under her touch.
He raised the stakes, digging the palm of his hand against her. She hummed quietly with his hand still pressed against her mouth, feeling herself on the edge. She breathed deeply from her nose, closed her eyes, and leaned back against him, giving into his touch to let him win.
Only he stopped. Not only that, he let her go and stepped back away from her and out of her grip. She gritted her teeth, turning on him and staring him down in her annoyance. She had been so close and he had just up and stopped for no reason. She watched him start to strip himself down. She stepped over to him, hands competing with his to remove his clothes as quick as possible.
When he was stripped down, he pushed her away. He backed away from her, settling on his knees on the bed. He nodded his head up at her once in challenge. He had his hand around his cock, rubbing on it. She looked at him, hard and ready for her. She felt the temptation to just go to him as he was. She went to her nightstand, pulling out a condom and tossing it over to him. He caught it, looking at her intrigued.
"I can't guarantee it yet," she answered, stepping over to him as he slipped it on. "I'll need more time to research to guarantee a child who is Anthromorph, not Demon Clan," she explained.
He hummed at her as she slipped her legs around him. She slipped her hand between them and put him inside of her with a soft moan. She felt him shove himself slowly and gently this time. She hummed quietly against him, feeling herself build up anew. She brought her head down to the crook of his neck and arms around him. She felt one of his hands clasp her on the back of her head and neck, growling into her ear. She panted against him, trying to move at his pace as she finished on him.
"Piccolo," she brought herself to breath out his name so he could hear her say it, just once. He grunted, sounding pleased with his name on her lips. He pulled her head up off his shoulder. She grabbed his face and kissed him, feeling his teeth nip her lip almost painfully as he finished himself.
She leaned tiredly against as he stopped moving. "I will survive tomorrow," she promised. She hummed, wincing as she slipped off of him. She laid down on the bed on one side, slipping her way under the sheets. She watched him roll his way off the bed, throwing out the condom. "I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked curiously.
He hummed down at her, amused this time. He went over to her, sliding into the sheets next to her. She hummed back contentedly at that rolling onto her side to have her back facing him. He pulled her close, pressing her back against his chest. One hand came around her, but gripping her wrist in his hold, right over the bracelet with the crack in it.
She hummed at that, snuggling up to lay against him. On one hand, she liked this and liked him laying next to her like this. On the other hand, she worried how she would be able to slip away from him in the morning to get to the Southern Capital area early to scout ahead. She clicked her teeth and sighed deeply, not sure how she could manage it.