Piccolo would deny it to his dying day, but sometimes, just sometimes Chichi started to get under his skin. Just a few comments that while they might not produce his normal bluster and yelling, stuck with his long after they were done arguing. One of those things were her digs at his clothes, it wasn't something that he had ever really cared about. There was when he was a kid and only dressed in Namekian clothing because it never really crossed his mind that he could dress any other way. In his rebellious phase he had just copied what he saw in magazines or on the street, not to mention what would piss his father off the most.

He felt little desire to try and dress up any longer, even Namekian clothes left a bad taste in his mouth. It just remind him just a little bit too much of his father and he would rather not get involved with that train of thought. So he just went with the easiest thing, sweat pants. It was still a little bit enough like his Ramekin clothes that he felt comfortable, but removed enough that it wouldn't trigger any uncomfortable feelings.

Of course he wasn't allowed to be comfortable, if it wasn't his father attempting contact through his uncle or one of the cousins, it was that damn Milk poking into his life. If it wasn't for her kid, he would have cut off any and all contact with the damned woman. He would have preferred it that way.

But the kid, the kid had that annoying ability to crawl straight under his skin and quite possibly into his heart, he had a soft spot for kids, no matter what his father said he was supposed to act like. After a point he had just started ignoring everything that came out of the old man's mouth. When he got sick most it started to be nonsense that no one else understood.

And sometimes, just sometimes he would listen to what the kid would tell him. Some of it would be general nonsense, about movies or whatever he was doing at school. Other times it would be something worth listening to. A lot of it he would ignore, in one ear and out the other. Every once in a while something would slip through his filter of nonsense and catch his attention. Normally involving the words "Mom".

"Mom was just wondering if you needed any help getting pants, because um", Gohan stumbled a little bit, unable to finish the thought, "She said that most men your age are able to put a proper pair of pants on without assistance"

"Oh, did she now?" Piccolo grumbled, leaning on the counter so close that his forehead was almost pressed into the cool surface. Technically he didn't care about what Milk said, technically she wasn't anyone who he needed to pay attention to or care about, but still. Still. He could almost hear her in that voice again,

"I didn't think sweatpants are traditionally Namekian", the condescension thick in her voice and the narrowed eyes as she looked him up and down like he was nothing to her.

Bitch.

He mumbled something at Gohan that might have been watch the shop or just don't die, and he stomped out of the room, a confused Gohan looking after him as he went. He didn't offer any other explanation, what he was doing was embracing enough without the kid knowing what his plan was.

Piccolo had honestly not cared that much about what he was bringing when he came to Dende's shop, he just wanted an excuse not to be his father's side as he wasted away. Honestly the flower shop was just barely the lesser of two evils, at least he could yell at people and they would leave him alone. His father would have just shouted back, until they were both hoarse and Kami forced them to sit in different rooms like they were children.

Plenty of his things were still in boxes, not that he had that much to begin with. It only took a few minutes to find the one pair of jeans he still owned, form his rebellious phase. Holding them up he could barely believe that he had worn them even then, they didn't look like they could contain his calves let alone his thighs.

It took some wiggling, wiggling that he was glad no one would ever see because he would not be embraced like that. Piccolo did not wiggle. Ever. In the end he was afraid that the button would just pop off and that would be the end of that experiment.

But instead with a bit of squeezing, the button came together. He felt like he was one of those sausages that the humans liked so much, but he was wearing the jeans and he would prove to Milk that he could put on a pair of jeans. Not that he cared about what she thought.

Coming back down the stairs, he could swear that the jeans and his knees were creaking under the extra pressure, "Come 'on kid, you're going home", he ignored Gohan's looks, knowing that would he was doing could only look nothing but beyond bizarre to his little employee.

But to his credit, Gohan didn't mention the pants or why his friend was wearing them. He was starting to get used to the idea that Junior wasn't the most normal or sensible man (alien) that existed.

Chichi was tried, there had been a few too many screw ups that day, Bulma's wrist was wrapped in bandages form a burn, she was pretty sure her toe was broken, and it felt like she had lost about ten pounds in sweat. So when Junior brought Gohan over, she was almost ready to cry with relief. At the very least with her son around, everything felt a little better, a little more happy. Or that might have been her desire to keep up a brave face for him.

With all of that going on, she wasn't really paying attention, until Bulma let out a breath, the kind of airy breath a woman gives when she sees something she likes. Followed closely by a long drawn out, "Dammmmn"

Curious about what would draw such a reaction from her worker, Chichi looked up from her cutting board and almost dropped her knife straight on her foot. Gohan was there of course, and there was nothing wrong with him but Junior…Junior was.

Junior was wearing jeans. And that would have been strange enough, she had never seen him in anything but sweat pants, but how tight they were….She could swear that he had spray painted them on. She had an idea of what his legs must look like, considering that he had large biceps and those tank tops showed off his pecs (that she was looking. Really. She just knew how to appraise a fighter).

The jeans hung tight against his thighs, thighs that looked like he could squeeze a watermelon (or a head) between and it would explode. And his hips, she was pretty sure that she had seen women with smaller hips then that. The jeans fit all the way down to his calves, hugging every curve and showing off every muscle that he had clearly developed over years of training. She wasn't aware that she was staring, her eyes dragging form those perfect calves, to the strong thighs, just for a moment lingering over what she could swear was a bugle (she thought that Namekains were asexual, did they actually have…junk), until Bulma elbowed her in the side.

Bulma was bright red, something that Chichi had never seen before not even when one of the customers flirted with her. She could feel the heat in her own face and she could only assume that she looked similarly.

"Ah…new pants Junior?" She managed to stammer out, attempting to not have her eyes drift down to the area where those jeans started to wrinkle and pull in towards those thighs. Jesus. She was starting to realize that it had been a little bit too long. More than a few years actually, if she really thought about it, since Gohan had come into the picture Goku hadn't been all that interested in sex. Not that his interest before had been all that high, but she had been able to convince him with the idea of having a child. Apparently the idea was better than the reality for him, considering he wasn't around for his son anymore.

Junior blinked, looking at the two women and then back to Gohan as if the kid could tell him what the hell was wrong with the two women, "Thanks Milk. I believe this proves that you were wrong and I do own other clothes. What's that, 23 to 8?"

"Ah…sure", Chichi wet her lips, refusing to admit that she might have been licking her lips and not just trying to help out the dry lips, "Thank you for bringing GOhan over"

Bulma bumped her hips against the counter ever so subtly, but hard enough to knock something off of the counter, "Oh shoot!" she reached forward to grab the spoon, only for her foot to connect with the object. It slid across the floor, landing just behind Junior, "Junior could you get that for me? I mean it was just an accident…"

He grunted, clearly displeased with the fact that she was making him do something. He turned on his heel, and bent over. Bulma and Chichi let out a gasp together at the scene in front of them. The jeans were almost sculpted to his ass, showing off the arc of each cheek, tight enough that it was pretty clear he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath.

"Dear god if you don't hit that I will", Bulma murmured to Chichi, their eyes trained on the ass in front of them. As Junior stood up, the muscles in his legs and butt moved, showing off just how much muscle was there.

"…", Chichi couldn't make a comment towards that because all she was thinking about was what that green ass looked like underneath the jeans. Or what everything else looked like under everything else. And again just how goddamn long it had been since she had been with anyone but herself and now she mostly too tired to even take care of herself, "…You could bounce a coin off of that ass", she finally decided on, her tongue dragging along her lips again. She suddenly felt so thirsty.

Gohan gave a sidelong look towards his mother and her employee, aware that they were talking to each other, but unable to understand what was going on. He knew enough to know that he probably didn't want to know for sure. Also that it was about Mr. Junior. Maybe they just really liked his pants.

Junior on the other hand had picked up the spoon and put it back on the counter, he was starting to think that all human women were completely insane. That was the only way that he could figure out why they were acting like idiots. Not that he would ever attempt to understand women, human or not. He was glad that his race was one of only a single gender because it led to a lot less confusion.

"…where do you keep your phone in those pants", Bulma asked, tilting her head trying to see what was going on in those pockets.

"I don't have it on me", he patted his pockets, to show that there was nothing in them. Though the women noticed how the taut muscles of his thighs didn't allow any movement form his patting.

"Ah…too bad", Bulma grabbed Junior's arm, wrapping her own arm around his, "You know Chichi I'll walk Junior out, never know what could happen", she winked at her boss, giving Junior a smirk as she led him away.

"Am I ever going to understand what just happened?" Gohan looked at his mother, who still seemed to be a little bit shell shocked.

She patted him on the head, "Maybe when you're older dear"